I kiss her hard, walking us toward the kitchen. “Turn it off,” she whispers against my lips. Next thing I know I’m carrying her into the bedroom.
I'm about to set her on the bed when she kisses my jaw. “Wait.”
Nala looks at me while sliding off the bed, her dark eyes on mine. She sinks to her knees in front of me. I swallow hard, unable to look away. Her palm flattens against me, stroking lightly. I'm so damn hard, it's painful. Her fingers trace the outline of my cock, through my pants, slow, and steady, taking her time.
"Teach me, Roman." She looks up at me, sweeping her tongue across her lips. "Teach me how to please you like this."
I suck in a breath, biting back a groan. Nala. This girl who should be afraid of me, despise me for everything I am, is on her knees begging me to teach her how to suck my cock. Not because I’m telling her to, but because she loves me and wants to.
I can’t help it. A groan escapes me. I cup her face, my thumb brushing along her cheekbone. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch and moaning softly.
"Take off your shirt,” I tell her. “Your bra too. I want to see your pretty breasts while you do this."
In one smooth motion, she lifts the shirt over her head, her bra following a second later, tossed to the floor. I take my time looking at her, kneeling before me with her breasts full and nipples already hard, waiting for my touch.
Krasavitsa.
So fucking beautiful.
I force myself to stay still, memorizing her like this, on her knees, watching, waiting for instructions.
I unbuckle my belt, unzipping my pants while watching the way her eyes clock my every movement. I open them just enough to free my cock. It springs out thick, hard and already leaking.
She draws in a quiet breath. Her eyes widen, lips parting as she stares, frozen, her breathing shallow. "Touch me,pchyolka” I say quietly. “Show me how much you want to please me."
She reaches out immediately, her fingertips brushing along my cock. I tilt my head back, unable to help it. Her touch is soft, careful and slow as if she’s memorizing every centimeter of me.
Finally, she wraps her hand around me. My cock pulses,hardening even more. She gasps, looking down at her fingers unable to close completely around me.
“Roman?”
“It’s okay,” I grate. “It’s more for you to lick.”
Her eyes glaze over and her thumb glides over the head, through the slickness of precum gathered there. She pauses, staring at the wetness on her thumb. She looks up at me and brings her thumb to her mouth, licking it clean.
“Blyad!”
I bite out the word as my cock jerks in her other hand. I grab the edge of the bed, holding firm. I used to pay escorts to suck me off yet none of them felt as good as just seeing Nala suck my precum from her finger.
Her eyes flutter close. She sighs softly as if she likes the taste of it.
No fucking way.
"You like that?"
"Yes." She opens her eyes, meeting mine. "Can I have more?"
Unbelievable.
"Lick it off,” I tell her. “You want more, you lick it right from the tip, not your finger.”
She leans forward, her tongue darts out, swirling around and licking the head of my cock, collecting the drop of precum trickling out.
She makes a soft sound, almost a moan, licking faster, then running her tongue all over my length.
I can’t stop watching her. My sweet little bee, loving on my cock with her mouth. My hand slides into her hair, wrapping around those soft curls. My breathing deepens. How the fuck is she doing this to me?
"Keep licking," I order quietly. "You’re going to learn every way to please this cock."
