Page 52 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

“You think I care about the show down there?” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice dropping to a velvet growl that sends heat pooling straight between my thighs. “Baby, you’re the only thing I’ve wanted to devour since the second we walked through that door. And I’m going to make sure you feel every second of it.”

“Oh…” is all I can manage.

Leonid slips his fingers out of me and my body immediately mourns the loss. He gets to his feet, eyes locked on mine. “Stand.”

I rise on shaky legs, the red silk of the dress clinging to my sweat-damp skin. He steps closer. “Take off your clothes.”

My fingers tremble as I reach for the thin straps at my shoulders. He’s already moving, unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal the hard planes of his chest.

I let the dress slide down my body, pooling at my feet in a crimson pool. No bra, no panties. Naked. His gaze devours every inch.

He kicks off his shoes, shoves his trousers and briefs down in one impatient motion. His cock springs free, and my mouth waters even as my core clenches with a fresh rush of need.

He opens a drawer beside the bed. My breath catches when he takes out a black plug, a small bullet-like stuff, a bottle of lube, thin leather cuffs. Have these been used by other people who occupied this room before?

He must read the flicker of worry on my face because he pauses. “They’re brand new, solnyshko. I made sure of that.”

I let out a sigh of relief, nodding. “Okay.”

He spreads a thick black blanket on the floor, then looks at me. “Hands and knees.”

My whole body lights up, nerves, anticipation, a tiny thread of fear. I’ve never seen this look in his eyes before: raw, feral, barely leashed. I drop to the blanket, palms pressing into the fabric, knees spreading, ass up, back arched.

He moves behind me. I feel the heat of him first, then the blunt pressure of something cool and smooth against my pussy. A plug. Similar to the one he had me put in the other time. A little smaller, but thick enough to stretch. He pushes it in slowly, inch by inch, until it seats deep.

Then it starts buzzing. Low at first, then stronger, vibrating right against my clit. A moan rips out of me before I can stop it.

He reaches around, and presses the bullet-like plug to my lips. “Lick.”

I do, instinctively, tongue swirling over the smooth metal ball. He pulls it away, trails it down my spine, between my cheeks. I hear the wet squirt of lube, and then he presses it firmly against my asshole.

I tense. I’d never had anything in my asshole before.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice dark velvet against my ear. “You can take it, can’t you? Like a good girl. My good girl.”

His voice, the moans from downstairs, overlapping with the buzz inside me. My body softens, opens. He pushes the anal plug all the way in, until it pops past the tight ring and settles deep.

A full-body shudder rolls through me. I feel so full. The dual vibrations, pussy and ass, set every nerve on fire.

“Such a filthy little good girl,” he growls. “Look at you, shaking, dripping around both those toys stretching you wide. I can see your pussy clenching on that plug every time you breathe.”

He cracks his palm hard across my ass, the impact jolting both plugs deeper. I cry out, hips jerking forward then back, chasing the double fullness that’s already driving me insane.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he rasps, sliding two thick fingers along the seam where the pussy plug sits buried, circling the base without pulling it out. “Soaking my hand, leaking down your thighs. So fucking hot.”

He withdraws his hand and moves around to my front. His cock is right there, thick, leaking, inches from my mouth.

“Open.”

I do. He slides in, slow at first, letting me adjust, then deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water. I moan around him, the sound vibrating down his length.

He starts to fuck my mouth in controlled thrusts, hand fisted in my hair, guiding me exactly how he wants. “Look at you,” he rasps. “Taking my cock so well. Such a perfect little slut for me.”

He spanks my ass again, and then harder, each slap sending jolts straight to my clit. The plugs keep buzzing.

I’m shaking all over. The moans from below, the vibrations in both holes, his cock filling my mouth, his hand in my hair, the sting on my ass, it’s all too much.

I come so hard, my whole body jerking like it’s being electrocuted, squirting around the plug in my pussy. The force pushes it out; it clatters to the floor. I scream around his dick, body convulsing, tears streaming down my cheeks.