twirling and flicking.
His hands gripped the very tops of my thighs, thumbs stretching my soaked pussy open.
His blue gaze drifted up to meet my eyes and, as he held me on the edge with my hole opened to his rotating tongue, he murmured, “You can grab my head this time, Lucia.”
And I did. I curled my fingers into his rich dark hair, reveling in this new sensation of touching him, finally.
After drilling his pointed tongue in and out of my channel, he grasped my bottom. He grunted and growled. He sucked and sounded like a sex-starved beast between my legs.
Exquisite hunger settled in the pit of my tummy.
My pussy clenched.
My clit quivered.
I dug my nails into the back of his neck, wailing out a wanton lament.
I erupted, wondering if this lusty madness with him would ever end.
He had made a mark on my body no other man would ever be able to compete with.
Arkady knew innately what I needed—even when I didn’t—and exactly how to give it to me.
As I panted, reveling in the orgasmic flush, he rose to his superior height. His heavily muscled body shined with a light sheen of sweat, completely mesmerizing. A trail of dark hair bisected his sculpted abs, leading to the thick jut of his cock still encased in his pants.
My gaze climbed his formidable body, and he looked down at me. Renewed tension arced between us as sudden as a summer lightning storm.
Then he slid both hands down his torso, and I moaned, desperately wanting to touch him too.
With measured movements that teased the wanton need out of me, he tabbed open his pants and began lowering the zipper.
I wondered if he’d even be able to get his slacks off because his cock pushed so hard against the material.
Forcing myself to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth, I waited breathlessly.
The two sides of his pants parted.
He slid his thumbs into the waist, drawing the slacks and his tight black briefs down.
I bit my lip, not even daring to blink.
His chuckle sounded—gruff and dark—and I knew he wore an arrogant smirk, but I didn’t care in the least.
Finally, oh lord finally, his cock sprang free, and I whimpered.
With his pants and briefs shoved below, nothing veiled him from my sight.
Veins darkened all over the long thick shaft, and the entire rod appeared shiny with precum that kept welling from the ripe fat head.
I breathed out his name as if in exaltation of his exceptional cock.
Just like last night, he wrapped a big fist around that big rod with his pants stuck at his heavily muscled thighs.
I could smell him, the pure dark scent of virility springing from such a thick organ and the nest of black pubic hair.
When he began to stroke, I couldn’t stifle a moan. His large balls swung beneath, and the sinews of his forearms flexed with each piston up the rigid male flesh.
Arkady anchored his cock lower so the mighty weapon was level with my face.
A hot barrel of rigid male flesh.
I became almost dizzy as a spurt of precum trickled from the wide eye of the engorged dome. Then he very painstakingly painted his hot ejaculate along my panting lips, and a new ache darted down to my juicing slit.
The tip of my tongue flicked out to taste his essence, but his harsh command stopped me.
“Don’t lick your lips yet.”
My eyes flew to his. “Please, Arkady. Please!”
15
Arkady
LUCIA PLEADED SO BEAUTIFULLY, it was difficult to deny her.
My cock gave a mighty throb as I listened to her beg for the pleasure of licking my precum from her lips.
To tame a willful woman like her—one who’d been intent on killing my brother but now panted simply to be allowed to taste my seed—encouraged me to use her as much as I liked.
She had changed. She would submit to my dominant nature. Standing over her only cemented our two positions.
She, moaning and whimpering and naked on the bed.
Me, looming in front of her with an imposing hard-on and my pants only lowered to my thighs.
Making her wear the stilettoes while I ate her out had added an extra layer of arousal to the extravagant nature of her surrender.
I stroked along the length of my cock again, and another fat drop of clear ejaculate burst from the tip.
That time she whined.
Her dazed eyes clung to mine as she kept her hands obediently on the bed where she clutched at the covers.
Her lips stayed parted even while she implored to taste the jizz