I knock back my shot to hide my scowl.
Bloody hell, he’s already got my number.
Time to change tactics. “What makes you think I’m trouble?”
He leans in close, his breath hot on my ear. “Call it intuition. I know trouble when I see it, and you,Katya, are a walking, talking embodiment. But maybe that’s what drew me in. I’ve never been good at resisting temptation.”
Two can play at that game.
Emboldened by the alcohol thrumming through my blood, I slowly uncross my legs, letting my dress hike up more until there’s nothing left but a naked pussy.
“Is that what I am,Anton? Temptation?”
His eyes flash, hand tightening around his glass. “The worst kind,solnyshko. The kind that could make a man forget all his good sense and lose himself completely.”
I wet my lips, pulse kicking as his gaze drops hungrily to my mouth. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
He watches me. Hungry and possessive.
I know it’s all a game, one that I eagerly play. Spreading my legs wider, I offer him an unrestricted view of my mound.
With a flick of my tongue, I lick my fingers before sliding my hand to my throbbing clit.
“So… why don’t we cut the bullshit and get to what we really want?” I groan, biting down on my lip as I find myself already fucking wet.
I slowly part my slick folds, circling my aching clit. Teasing myself. Imagining it’s his fingers touching me, rubbing me. Making me gasp with each flick against my most sensitive spot.
He crosses his legs, that cocky smirk growing as he watches me pleasure myself. His eyes never leave my glistening pussy.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,krasotka.”
Panting, I rock into my fingers, putting on a show for him. Picturing his lips crushing against mine, his tongue plundering my mouth as he takes what he wants. Me.
I slip one finger inside my soaked entrance, then two. “Fuck, yes.”
Pumping slowly, I let him see how wet I am. How desperately I need him inside me.
“I want your cock,” I manage between moans. “Stretching me… filling me up.”
His eyes flash, molten with hunger. He unzips his slacks, freeing that enormous erection. I lick my lips as he takes himself in hand, stroking lazily from root to tip.
“Show me how badly you need it,kroshka.” His voice is pure sin, and it makes me clench around my fingers.
I fuck myself faster, letting the obscene wet sounds fill the air.
“So fucking badly. Wanna feel you splitting me open.” I meet his scorching gaze, my own brazen with lust. “I’d ride your cock ‘til I can’t remember my own name.”
He groans, hand working faster over his impressive length. “Keep talking like this, and I’ll make sure you won’t be walking straight for a week.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease breathlessly as my fingers slide out of my slick folds. I bring them to my mouth, savoring the taste of my own juice, imagining his long, hard, thick cock.
“A- aaah…” I wet the outside of my pussy lips and slowly begin dipping back into my honeypot once more. “Oh God,” I moan. My hips rock in rhythm with my fingers.
He’s watching me like a wolf eyeing its prey.
With a growl, he’s out of his seat and on me in a flash. I gasp as he yanks me to the edge of my stool, shoving my dress up around my hips.
“Oh, I always keep my promises.” Then he’s ripping my fingers away, replacing them with his own, and stars explode behind my eyes.
