Page 21 of Bound Wings
"No! I haven’t even washed up yet. Don—"
"Shut up," I hiss, cutting her off. My lips close over her asshole, sucking gently while I slip the tip of my tongue inside, swirling it around.
The sweet sounds coming from her throat are too much for me. My cock throbs, and I spill right into my own sweats.
She's always had that effect on me.
"You’re so dirty, Slava. So filthy. Make me feel so good," she babbles, her hips rocking back and forth against my tongue.
Her frantic whines tell me she’s desperate for an orgasm, and I oblige. I never could tease her for long. I suck her clit again, fucking her pussy with two fingers in a come-here motion to hit the fleshy sponge of her G-spot.
When the orgasm finally rocks through her, her mouth opens in a silent scream. She grips my hair so tight I’m pretty sure she rips out a few strands.
Worth it.
I crawl up her body, dragging kisses over her stomach and each tit. When I reach her mouth, I slip my tongue past her lips and suck hers into my mouth.
She turns away to take a breath, but I squeeze her cheeks hard, forcing her face back to mine.
"Open your mouth," I order. She does it with zero inhibitions, still grinding her hips into the air like the horny little slut she is.Myslut.
I spit into her mouth, and she swallows it down.
"Whose slut are you?" I hiss, sounding more like an animal than a man.
"Yours. Your slut. Always just your slut," she whimpers. "Please. Please. Fuck me."
Despite coming a minute ago, I’m already rock hard again. It’s just her effect on me.
I shove my sweatpants down, letting my cock spring free. At first, she used to struggle to take it, but a month in, her pussy has completely molded to the exact shape of my dick.
We kiss messily as I shove my cock deep inside her. Her eyes cross the second I'm seated fully to the hilt. The sounds coming from us are so primal and filthy that it just spurs me on more.
The headboard bangs against the wall with every brutal thrust. I tuck her head into my chest, letting my deep groans and grunts fill her ears. She babbles incoherently, and it’s such a fucking turn-on.
She is my ultimate turn-on.
Ever since I met her, she’s been the only thing that can get me hard. Nothing and no one else has any effect on me anymore.
My phone starts ringing. I let it die.
I piston into her with heavy thrusts, and she grabs fistfuls of the sheets with both hands.
The phone rings again. No one dares to call twice in a row except Ilya, which means it’s an absolute emergency.
"You need to be quiet for me, baby," I whisper against her ear.
"Huh?" she whines, completely brainless from how good I’m fucking her. It makes my chest puff with pride.
"Not a sound, baby. I have to answer this." Big talk coming from me, considering I can barely hold in my own grunts.
With heavy, hooded eyes, she brings a trembling hand up to cover her own mouth.
"You can’t stay quiet on your own, can you? You need Daddy to shut you up?" I taunt her. She frantically nods.
Fuck. She’s so hot.
I don't stop thrusting hard into her as I pick up the call. "Make it quick, Ilya."
