"That’s all I know.”
I groan and tip my head back, staring at the ceiling for a second.
Fuck me.
The words leave my mouth under my breath. This girl is a fucking gift. I cover my mouth with my fist, inhaling deeply. When I look back at her, I stroke myself through my pants, slow and lazy. Her eyes lock onto my hand, tracking my every movement.
"Do you know what cum is?"
"No."
She's breathing so hard, I can see her whole body moving with it. I think about waiting, letting her learn when she feels it filling her, leaking out of her used pussy and running down her thighs. I can’t do that to her though, leave her not knowing. I want her to understand what's about to happen to her body.
"When a man is fucking a woman and it feels too good to control anymore, he comes. Cum is what spills out of his cock and fills her pussy.” I stroke myself again. "That's what's going to fill you tonight. You'll feel it inside you, warm and thick. I’m going to give you a lot. It'll leak out of your pussy and drip down your thighs."
Her breathing turns frantic, her thighs trembling. She lifts onto her elbows, but I raise one finger.
“Pchyolka. Stay exactly how I told you.”
She lies back down immediately and spreads her legs wider—her way of apologizing. Her hips lift slightly, reaching for something she doesn’t fully understand.
I smile, leaving the windowsill and moving to the bed to stand between her thighs, looking down at her. Her cunt is bare, soaking wet and pulsating, desperate for my cock to start fucking it. I run a finger along her slit.
She gasps, her whole body jerking as her hips lift toward my hand.
"Nala, look how wet your pussy is." I hold up my finger so she can see. "Sopping wet. I’ve never seen a pussy this desperate for my cock.”
I bring my finger to her clit and stroke it gently. She moans, her back arching off the bed, hands clutching the sheets. Her breathing is ragged now, broken into desperate little pants.
"Hot little thing,” I murmur. “Can’t wait to be fucked."
I slide my finger lower, testing her. She’s so tight I can barely get the tip in.
"You’re squeezing my finger,” I grunt, pushing deeper, groaning at the resistance. "I don't know how you're going to take my cock."
"I will," she breathes. “I have to.”
I work my finger in and out, watching her face as she whimpers, hips rocking helplessly to meet my hand.
"You know those sounds you heard at the brothel?" I push my finger deeper, listening to her gasp. "You're going to make them tonight. Not pretend. You're going to moan because you love having my cock buried inside you. So much, you’ll beg me to keep you filled with cum.”
Her eyes flutter close, moaning at my words, her breathing harsh. “This already feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“I’m just getting started.”
I pull my finger free and lower my mouth, licking her right where she’s aching.
She half-moans half-screams. “Oh God, what are— what are you doing?”
I grip her waist, holding her down as she trembles and squirms. My tongue works, sliding into that sweet little hole I’m about to fuck.
Moya pchyolka.
My little bee and that sweet honey from her cunt. I lift my head just as she’s tipping too close to coming.
She whimpers, her eyes pleading with mine. “No,” I tell her firmly. “You’re not coming yet. Not unless it’s on my cock. I’ve waited too long for this.”
Her eyes track my movement as I unbutton my shirt, remove my belt and pants. She doesn’t blink. When my cock springs free, hard and thick she sucks in a deep breath.
