“Hmm, you like that,topolina?” I breathe, savoring the sweet taste of her in my mouth.
Anika nods, her shock tantalizingly amusing as she watches me in stunned silence, and when I lick her again, my tongue delving between her silky fold this time, her jaw drops.
Her lips part, forming a perfectothat makes my balls tighten and my cock throb.
One of these days, I’m going to fuck those full, beautiful lips. But tonight is all about Anika’s pleasure and showing her that I’m the only man she’ll ever need in her life from now on.
“Tell me how much you like it,” I command, and I tease her hot entrance with the tip of my tongue, rimming the wet hole. She pulses in response, her muscles clenching in anticipation of being penetrated.
“Uh—lot,” she groans, halfway between a response and a moan of pleasure.
Chuckling, I press my tongue inside her, amazed and insanely turned on to discover how tight she is.
Anika’s head drops back, her spine arching as a flood of excitement coats my tongue.
She might have been too anxious to accept my touch at first, but I can feel her melting into me, her defenses falling away as I tempt her with the relief of climax.
Laving her pussy with my tongue, I lap up her tantalizing juices, then wrap my lips around the pulsing button at the peak of her slit.
Sucking lightly, I suction her against my mouth as I swirl my tongue around her clit, flicking it lightly with the tip.
Anika cries out, her breaths ragged as her thighs closer around my head with impressive strength.
She rocks her hips, grinding against my face, and the way she uses me to chase her pleasure is so damn hot, I’m on the brink of releasing my load before I’ve even taken off my boxers.
I tease her relentlessly, sucking and licking her clit with greedy delight, and when her knees start to quiver, her moans so desperate, I know she’s on the edge of release, I lightly nip the sensitive flesh.
Anika screams, her entire body tensing as she falls apart against my lips.
I groan, my cock so hard it hurts as wet excitement gushes into my mouth and down my chin.
The sight of her orgasm is positively hypnotic.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic as Anika lost in the throes of passion.
Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts heaving as she lifts her head to meet my gaze. Her hair is beautifully mussed, and I want to wrap it around my hand.
“Holy shh…” Anika’s words trail off as she slumps back onto the mattress, her legs relaxing their vise grip on my head.
With a wolfish smile, I release her perfect pussy with a silky pop.
“Best orgasm you’ve ever had?” I tease. “I get that a lot. Don’t worry,topolina. It won’t be your last. The night’s just getting started.”
Anika’s cheeks flush a dark crimson, and when I play back my words in my head, I wonder if it offended her to mention my experience with other women. But before I can smooth things over, she closes her eyes and swallows hard, as if bracing to tell me something uncomfortable.
“It’s my first,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing so red, the color creeps up to her hairline.
“Your first…” It takes a moment for the words to properly register. The possibility is so farfetched, I’m almost certain I misheard her. I mean, she might be young—twenty at most—but she was married for over a year before I killed Pyotr. She can’t mean what I think she does. “That was your first orgasm?”
After a moment’s pause, Anika gives a hesitant nod, teeth trapping her full lower lip once more.
“Christ, Anika,” I breathe, a possessive kind of protective instinct rising inside me.
The sickening sense of satisfaction surges through me. It’s messed up, I know. Because any woman her age—regardless of whether she’s has sex before or not—should know what an orgasm feels like.
But somehow, being the first person to draw one out of her makes me feel invincible.
Like I’ve won a precious victory no one else will ever have the pleasure of achieving.
