But I’m too far gone, Win feels too good for me to answer questions with words.
Instead, I arch out, sure he’ll hold my weight, as I ride his finger, driving him deeper inside me. I wonder what his cock might feel like.
I already know I’m going to find out.
I know Win and I are temporary. Hell, he might even be using sex to keep me under his thumb.
I don’t care.
I want this, I want to feel what I feel in Win’s arms before this is all over. This is my reward for a life hard lived.
My thighs grip his waist, flexing as I lift up and then plunge his finger back inside me, my clit grinding against his pubic bone.
His other hand is still fisted in my hair, the tension of his tugging only making my body strung tighter as I cry out.
“Fuck,” he grits out as I pull his hair back, so close to breaking apart, every muscle in my body is twisted into a knot.
And then I explode, my scream filling the room.
He instantly pulls my face back to his, his mouth crashing into mine. It’s not a gentle kiss, it’s teeth and tongue, but I wind my arms tight around his neck kissing him back, the connection enough to make me want every bit he’s willing to give. Pain. Pleasure. I don’t care. I want it all.
His finger is still inside me and he makes no move to withdraw. “Your pussy is magic,” he says between kisses.
I lean back enough to focus my gaze on his. “I am a unicorn.”
He laughs, some of the tension broken.
I start sliding down his body, but he stops me, not withdrawing. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I kiss him again. Slower because all the tension has left my body. “I don’t know. I kind of wanted to explore that monster cock of yours.”
His eyes go black as he pumps inside me once, twice and then withdraws, letting me slide down his front.
My knees hit the plush carpet just as my hand wraps around his thick length. Despite my lack of experience, I know that I’m looking at a specimen of a dick. Thick, long, veined in this way that just makes it look rougher in the best way, I wonder if I’ll ever see another and if, when I do, I’ll be disappointed.
“What are you doing down there,” Win asks, tightening his grip on my hair again.
“Admiring,” I say and look up at him. Our eyes meet, his still darker than midnight.
“Katarina,” he rumbles out, his voice gravel and smoke.
“Right. I’ll admire next time.” And then I flick my tongue out, just wanting to taste the tip.
Which mostly just tastes like me.
He sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth. “You can look as long as you like. I just…you on your knees. It makes me…”
I lick the tip again, and then look back up at him, my gaze holding his. “What?”
“You on your knees is the most…” He grimaces. “It’s so beautiful.”
My answer is to wrap my lips around the tip and give a little suckle. I’ve never done this before and I’m not really sure what I’m doing. But Win is not a passive man, and he pusheshis length deeper between my lips until my hand, still wrapped around his girth, stops his progress. He groans, his head falling back, and I get what I’m supposed to be doing here.
Sliding him back out, I plunge back down his length, his hips jerking as another groan falls from his lips.
I think I’m doing it right, so I repeat, taking a little more of him between my lips each time. I might be on my knees, but I’ve got a lot of power here as I go slower and then faster, licking and sucking as I gauge his reactions.
He likes it when I take him deep and slow, my tongue sliding along the veiny ridge. I like it too and I take my time, teasing him until his legs tremble.
