The dull sound of music penetrated through to the room. Bogdan stood outside with Tikhon further down the hallway, armed and ready. I closed the door behind me. Tomorrow I would be officially engaged, and tonight I needed to blow off some steam.
She stood up from the leather couch and opened her mouth.
I raised a hand, stopping her.
“You’re not here to speak,” I snapped, motioning to the floor.
She dropped to her knees, her dark eyes wide, her painted lips parted.
I circled around her before stopping in front of her.
When she didn’t move, I smiled.
“You may proceed.”
After a small shuddering breath, she unzipped my trousers. She was a well-trained whore who had my cock out in seconds. Her lips and hands worked in unison. I sighed when she cupped my balls and dragged her lips down my hardening length, smearing red lipstick as she sucked.
She didn’t manage to go down very far once I was fully erect.
“Let me help you with that,” I murmured, gripping her head and tilting it up as she braced herself.
I felt her open wider.
That’s when I pushed deeper, feeling her tongue beneath my cock. She blinked as I gripped her dark hair and forged a path past her throat. Her lips sealed around me as she swallowed, her eyes tearing up, but I didn’t stop.
I pulled her head down, thrusting deeper until she gagged. A rhythm I kept up until no more rouge remained on her lips. Her hot wet mouth was the perfect tight hole I needed tonight.
I gathered her hair behind her head and began to pump my hips.
Slow, then fast.
Watching them struggle was half the pleasure.
Her hands moved to my thighs as she held on.
I rocked my hips faster, pumping in and out of her throat while holding her in place. I growled when my trousers smacked her face.
“Yeah, hold my cock in your throat,” I snarled, pressing myself against her face until her throat constricted around me.
I closed my eyes, thinking of the blonde-haired woman who was about to become my fiancée.
Iskra Kozlova.
I pulled back, allowing the woman to take a breath before I guided my cock back into her waiting mouth. There was no holding back.
I fucked her throat, long and hard, until black mascara ran down her cheeks, pulling her back onto me while she drooled down my balls.
Anger and lust made me use her harder than usual.
Garbled sounds escaped her as I swung my hips with vicious precision. My fist tightened in her hair as I felt my balls tighten. The dull slaps of her face against my trousers increased until I groaned and thrust hard enough for my balls to hit her chin.
“Swallow, whore,” I growled, just as the first jet of come spurted down her throat.
My fingers closed around her skull as I held her against me, ensuring she took every drop. Her muffled grunts and moans only extended my pleasure as my cock jerked one final time.
With a sigh, I pulled back, ignoring the mess between us.
I reached for my wallet and tossed her some notes before zipping myself up.
