Page 73 of Betrothed
“Fuck me.” The command was easy to say, so much so I laughed. I couldn’t believe I was giving into his demands.
His fingers continued assaulting my pussy, once again taking me to incredible highs while I panted and writhed in his hold. I was flying, reaching sheer rapture while he was staring at me, watching my every reaction.
When I started to come down from the high, he took a deep breath while removing his fingers. I could barely focus, taking gasping breaths. He rolled the tips of his slickened fingers across my lips before thrusting them inside.
“Suck for me, sweet Vivian. Suck on my fingers. Show me how hungry you are for me.”
I did as I was told, darting my tongue back and forth as he remained closer. The heat of our bodies was explosive, everything about him and the moment pushing so many boundaries of decency and sanity.
But I was beginning not to care.
I licked his fingers clean, tasting myself on him. He leaned his mouth down, crushing his lips over mine as he let go of my arms. I eased both around his massive shoulders, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair while rubbing my fingers up and downhis uninjured arm. Not that I believed he’d care if I touched the other one.
He was too far gone, the passion taking us both to new heights, incredible moments.
And desperate needs.
I lolled my head, keeping my eyes closed, but my actions were deceiving. I needed to touch him, to finally be able to stroke his thick cock. He didn’t fight me, allowing me to crawl my fingers down his side, sliding my hand between us as he’d done with me. The moment I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, another moan escaped.
He was huge, filling my hand completely. I had difficulty closing my fingers, smiling from the thought while stroking him up and down. As soon as I twisted my hand, he tossed his head back, the growl a clear indication I was his prey.
Why had no other man been like this, so dominating yet so full of passion?
He knew my body well and what I needed, including tormenting him as he’d done with me.
At that moment, all I could think about was his cock being in my mouth. That was the only thing I wanted.
Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true. I craved having his big, thick dick buried so deep inside I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. He laughed, the sound so subtle I almost didn’t hear it.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, whispering in my ear.
“Among many things.”
He didn’t wait for me to second guess my decision, pushing me down onto the shower floor. “Then suck me.”
I licked my lips, taking a few seconds to bask in the size and beauty of his creation. As if made by God himself, his shaft almost perfect. The veins on both sides were full of blood, pumping as his shaft throbbed. The tip was bulbous, purple in color and my mouth was watering from being so close.
As soon as I blew across his cockhead, he raked his hand through my wet strands of hair before fisting a handful. I was locked in place, the man determined to keep me where he wanted me.
The moment I wrapped my lips around his cock, his body shook, so tense that he rose onto the balls of his feet. The taste of him was tangy, salty, and delicious. I could easily suck every drop of his sweet cream.
Using my strong jaw muscles, I sucked as required, enjoying every moment of doing so. He was still shaking as I brushed my tongue back and forth. My hunger was increasing much like his was and when I dragged the tip down the underside of his cock, he offered several words in Russian.
As with almost everything else about him, the man thrilled me, so much so I took my time. I rolled his balls between my fingers, squeezing a few times while licking his dick. He tolerated the near tease until I took his cockhead back into my mouth.
He’d finished with me tormenting him, pushing on my head until I was required to take him down an inch at a time. He was so huge my jaws ached, so much so I almost gagged. He thrust his hips forward, filling my mouth with the tip hitting the back of my throat.
This time when I gagged, he let off some pressure.
“Relax. You can take all of me.” Now his voice was almost unrecognizable, the deep vibrations echoing in the shower.
As I pulled up, I rolled my hand around the base, once again squeezing his shaft while sucking on the tip.
He rocked forward and backward, his face pinched from the pressure. I could tell he was close to coming, pushed past a point that he could handle.
I continued licking, already rewarded with strings of pre-cum but wanting more. I longed for him to fill my mouth as he’d done with my pussy.
And my ass.
