Fractured Ties by Bethany-Kris Page 0,50
already.
Sleek as hell.
Pink.
Bare.
Beautiful.
Kolya’s hands grabbed tight to Maya’s inner thighs as he came closer to her sex—his nose skimmed the soft skin of her leg while his fingers dug in deep against her muscles. He felt her jump under that hold, but otherwise, she didn’t move an inch.
“Tell me how this sounds, dushka,” Kolya murmured, letting his hand slip down her thigh so that his thumb could slide through the wet lips of her cunt. “You get a hand down here and show me how you like to play while I eat up every drop from that pussy while I wait for you to come. Hmm?”
Maya shuddered.
Kolya grinned.
“Play?”
“That’s what I said.”
Her shyness was gone, and Jesus, he was grateful. He needed her to be comfortable, but he also wanted her to feel good.
It was only going to get better from here.
She just needed to figure it out, too.
“Hurry up,” he urged darkly.
Maya was quick to get her hand between her thighs. Kolya couldn’t help but lick his lips and chuckle when the first thing she did was sink two of those fingers deep into her cunt, and bring them right back out again before holding them out to him.
Like a fucking offering.
“Taste?” she asked.
She didn’t even need to ask.
He took her soaked fingers into his mouth, and sucked her clean. The taste of her—tart and heady on his tongue—bloomed over his taste buds. That baser urge beat hard against his chest again, and his cock ached.
He could feel the tremor working its way through her fingers as his tongue slid between the digits to make sure he hadn’t missed a drop.
“Oh, my God,” Maya whispered.
Whined, really.
He let her go from his mouth, but he wasn’t done. He needed so much more—more of that taste in his mouth, and far more of her sounds.
His gruff order to, “Play,” was all she got before his head was buried between her thighs. He found that taste he wanted so badly, and that she was wetter than he’d even realized when his tongue burrowed into her sex. He could feel her fingers working against her clit as he sucked, licked, and took every drop of her arousal that her body had to give.
It was never going to be enough.
He felt the hot score of her fingernails rake lines down his shoulder, but it was secondary to everything else.
To the way she begged.
How she moved and whimpered.
To the shaking and her legs squeezing around his head.
“Right there, oh, my God—Kolya.”
She was bent hard off the bed and tense all over. He quite liked the sight of her like that, with her mouth opened in a perfect O shape and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Even if he would have preferred her to be looking at him—this was damn good, too.
She was wild.
Out of control.
No shame that she was playing with her pussy while he licked her cunt, and grinded his lower half against the bed for some kind of relief. Shit, maybe it was him who didn’t have any shame right then.
She was so close.
Almost there.
He needed her to be there now.
Kolya yanked her hand away from her pussy as his mouth encased her clit, and he sucked hard. Two of his fingers slid into her pussy, and found that soft, fleshy spot on the inside of her walls that was sure to get her soaking the damn bedsheets.
He wasn’t wrong.
All it took was his mouth, that trick with her G-spot, and Maya came hard. The sound that came out of him when she finally came was primal because, yeah, he got what he fucking wanted.
And there had never been anything more beautiful.
Nothing that sounded more perfect.
Christ.
Maya was already begging—that alone was enough to make him jizz in his pants like a teenaged boy who’d just gotten his first taste of pussy—before her trembling had even stopped. Her voice, all airless and hot, soaked into his senses and was the only thing to pull his attention away from the heaven between her thighs.
“Please,” she mumbled, needy and ragged with every breath. “Please fuck me. Please.”
He was back up her body and kissing her before she could get another word out. He thought her kiss was a little wilder now—all teeth, and tongue, and lips warring with his, and never giving him an inch. His hand curved tightly around her throat as she worked those pants of his off, and shoved them down around his hips.
He should have thought about a condom—where he would have found