“Christ, woman.” He rocked his h*ps again, gliding his shaft over me. More pr**um clung to the head; he swiped a streak of it against the silk, then positioned himself once more.
The friction and heat were making me mindless. “Please don’t stop that!”
“I should stop, leaving you as you did me.” He leaned forward to rumble words at my ear, “Feeling like I’d explode, on the verge of coming in my pants. So close I wanted to; damn the consequences, I wanted you to bring my c*ck off in a room full of people.”
When I shivered, his thumbs delved deeper. “Open your dress.”
I untied the sash, then drew the sides apart, baring my bra.
“Very nice,” he said with another thrust. “Now, take that off.”
I snatched it up, wanting him to see my heavy br**sts.
When they bobbed with his next thrust, he grunted the order: “Play.”
My hands flew to them, cupping.
“Lovely Natalya.” He rolled his h*ps again. The silk was now soaking. “You’re going to wet me through your panties?” He ran two fingers along the damp underside of his shaft before returning it against me.
I moaned. “Why won’t you have sex with me?”
“Don’t forget this is punishment.” A harder, crueler thrust. “And you’re not for me. Now, show me how hard those ni**les can get.”
I tugged at them.
“Harder.”
I did, moaning when I felt his thumbs at my slit, opening me, so close to breaching me with them. “Inside, Sevastyan. Put your fingers inside me.”
“Have you ever used one of those vibrators to penetrate yourself?”
My face heated, a ridiculous reaction considering what we were doing. But I answered honestly, “Yes. I like to.”
He groaned, bucking faster. “Then why were you a virgin?”
Between panting breaths, I said, “Hadn’t met . . . the right guy.”
“Yet you think you have now?” He started a series of swift pumps, sawing his shaft back and forth over my wet clit.
“Sevastyan!” I could almost pretend that he was f**king me, his stiff rod pillaging my core. He’d f**k and f**k until I was forced to come around his cock. Until he’d forced me to milk that thick length . . . “Ah, God, I’m about—”
He covered my mouth with one of his hands, muffling my screams. He slipped two fingers between my lips, treating me to my own juices. “Suck,” he ordered.
My head fell back and I sucked in delight, imagining those fingers were his cock. Under his sharp thrusts, I began to orgasm. I screamed, I sucked, I never wanted it to end.
Clenching, spasming, each wave brought unbearable pleasure—and a frenzied hunger to be filled. . . .
When I was too sensitive to take any more, he pulled back and pressed my knees toward my na**d br**sts. With me rocking back against the wall, ankles on his shoulders, he yanked my panties to my thighs, baring me. Gaze locked on my swollen flesh, he fisted himself, masturbating that big cock.
Neck straining, arm muscles bulging, he grated, “Watch me come on you.” He was aiming between my legs. The idea of him ejaculating there made me melt all over again, my pu**y quivering and contracting as he watched—
“Fuck, woman, I see you!” Choking back a yell, he began to spurt heavy ropes of cum.
When scorching se**n lapped against my sensitive lips, I moaned, spreading my legs in welcome.
Between gnashed teeth, he hissed, “My greedy girl wants more?” He squeezed his cock, and another ribbon lashed my mons. Over and over, he pumped himself until his shaft was spent, pulsating but empty. . . .
Dazed, wanting to kiss him, I reached for him.