Page 44 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

His jaw flexes, and he sits.

I stand between his spread thighs. I smile up at him, voice soft but teasing. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His gaze devours me, hungry, possessive, barely leashed.

My heart slams against my ribs. I’ve done this before with Jasper, and he always complained that I “sucked at it” (pun not intended, I’m sure).

What if Leonid hates it too? What if I’m bad at this and he—

“Baby.”

His voice cuts through the spiral, pulling me back. He’s watching me with that steady gray gaze, brows slightly furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

I bite my lip, nerves twisting tighter, then slowly sink to my knees between his spread thighs. He widens his legs immediately, making room, hands resting loosely on his knees like he’s giving me all the control.

I reach for his zipper, fingers trembling. He catches my wrists gently, thumbs stroking the insides of my pulse points.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says quietly.

I shake my head, meeting his eyes. “I want to. Unless… you don’t want me to.”

He groans, low, rough, almost pained. “I want nothing more than to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” His smirk flashes. “Well… almost nothing. Having your pussy wrapped around it is still number one.”

A surprised laugh bubbles out of me. The knot in my chest loosens just a little.

He tilts his head, studying me. “Have you ever given a blowjob before?”

I nod, cheeks heating. “Yeah. But… I’m scared you won’t like it.”

He exhales through his nose, expression softening. “Solnyshko, anything you do to me is enjoyable. You could breathe on my dick, and I’d probably come.”

I raise an eyebrow, teasing despite the nerves. “Anything?”

He chuckles. “Don’t get cocky. Now take it out and suck it.”

The command is playful but edged with heat. My hands feel steadier now. I unzip his trousers, tug them down with his briefs, and his cock springs free, the flushed head already glistening with pre-cum.

I wrap my fingers around the base and swipe my tongue across the tip, tasting salt and him.

He hisses through his teeth. “Fuck.”

That sound bolsters me. I open my mouth wider and take him in, slow at first, lips stretching around his girth, tongue flattening along the underside. He’s big, bigger than I’m used to, and my jaw aches almost immediately, but the way he groans my name makes it worth it.

“Laurel…” His hand slides into my hair, fingers flexing like he’s fighting for control.

I bob my head, sucking harder, swirling my tongue around the head on every upstroke. His thighs tense under my palms. His breathing turns ragged.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Just like that. Fuck—your mouth.”

The praise goes straight to my core. I’m wet, aching, thighs pressing together as I take him deeper. My free hand cups his balls, rolling them, and he curses in Russian, hips jerking once before he reins himself in.

I feel powerful. Wanted. Sexy.

He starts guiding me, with gentle pressure on the back of my head, encouraging me to take more. I relax my throat as best I can, breathing through my nose, tears pricking my eyes when he hits the back. He groans louder, and I feel him thicken against my tongue.

“Fuck—stop,” he warns, voice strained. “I’m gonna come.”