He’s licking my thigh, moving closer to my pussy, taunting me. I’m so fucking wet right now I feel like I might slide off this chair. “Yes,” I whisper. He bites my thigh, and I gasp in surprise.
“Louder. Like you mean it.”
“Yes,” I say, my own voice surprising me. He smiles up at me as he dips his fingers one last time.
“That’s it,” he says. He takes his fingers traces the lips of my flower with the tea. “Hail my darling Tatiana. My queen. My eternal love.”
He drags his tongue slowly up and down my lips, lightly. I press my hips forward, urging him for more. He pulls away and smiles, then he takes the decanter and pours the tea over my pussy. The cool liquid surprises me and I flinch away. He grabs my thigh and holds me still as he pours.
“And here I anoint you,” he says. “My queen, my love, my heart…”
He buries his face between my legs, holding me by my thighs as his tongue moves over my lips to my clit and circles it a dozen times before sucking away the sweet tea.
Both my hands are in his hair and my thighs are up on his shoulders. “Oh, my God,” I moan softly. He moans against my clit and the vibration sends a rush through my body. Small, shuddery gasps escape me as the last parts of me try to hold back, but it’s no use. My hips start to move on their own, pressing against his face and moving with him as he licks and sucks rhythmically.
In the midst of this passion, I can feel myself getting close to my climax, but bite down on my lip hard, forcing it back. He looks up at me as he drags his tongue over my clit, then he releases one of my thighs and slips his fingers inside me.
“Come for me baby,” he moans against my pussy. “Anoint me with your love. I want to drink every drop.”
That’s all it takes. His fingers curl up inside me and rub the most sensitive spot. My legs start to shake and my eyes roll back, and I’m coming. Little jerks of my hips press against his face and I feel the warm liquid flow from me as I squirt all over his face.
He laps it up, his tongue exploring every inch of my quivering pussy until I can barely stand it.
He lifts his head, kissing my thigh as he continues to finger me slowly.
“It’s time to take your throne, darling,” he croons against my skin. Then he stands, taking my hand and helping me up. My hands immediately go to his pants, undoing the buckle. I’ve never wanted him more than I do right now.
Pants are off and he sits in the chair, pulling me to him. I straddle him and he presses the head of his dick against my pussy, sliding it easily between my soaking lips and around my clit.
“You’ll always be my queen,” he says, looking up at me. “I will always want you right here.”
I nod and brush his hair out of his face as I rock my hips over the head of his cock. He slides it down right at my entrance, then rests his hands on my hips as I lower myself down on him.
We must have fucked dozens of times and every time his monster cock stretches me that very first time, I have to pause halfway down. He kisses my breast and rubs his hands down my ass, spreading my cheeks.
“Relax,” he whispers. I do and ease down. His moan is like music to my ears. “That’s it,Tanechka. That’s my girl.”
I rock my hips as he squeezes my ass and sucks my nipples. His dick hits that spot deep inside me like nothing and no one else ever has. I squeeze myself around him and he moans into my chest, his teeth bearing down on one my nipples.
The pain and pleasure mix is almost too much. I pause, digging my nails into the leather. “Oh, no,” he says gripping my ass tighter. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He presses his hips into me, guiding my hips. I move with him as his thrusts get harder, deeper. I lean into him and he hugs me, his hands moving up my back.
“My… my love,” he moans. “Don’t stop. Ride this dick like the queen you are.”
His hands move down my ass, between my cheeks, fingers slip into my asshole. He fucks me both ways and my pussy tightens around him. I can’t bear it…
I moan his name as I come. He comes with me, his murmurs turning to Russian as he explodes inside me.
“Love of my fucking life,” he says as he slows down, his breath brushing my skin as I hold his head against me.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He waits a few seconds, and I feel him getting hard again inside me. He stands up, wrapping his arms around me as he lifts me up and carries me over to the couch on the other side of the room. As lays me down and I wrap my legs around his waist, he runs his hands through my hair as I kiss his neck.
I will never leave him. He is my world and this world is the Bratva. I’ll never doubt my place by his side again.
