He heard his own roar, out of control. Lightning kept striking along with his hand. He heard the slaps, heard her moans; his cock fucking hurt so badly he thought he might go insane. He palmed her heated cheek and then slid his fingers into her welcoming opening, smearing her liquid over her lips and clit and then between her cheeks. Before he could push his finger into her tight little hole, she had scooted out of the way to allow him inside.
The moment the doors of the car closed, heedless of the men in the front seat, Mitya was on her, unbuttoning her shirt so the edges parted and her full, rounded breasts peeked out at him. His hands dropped to his belt buckle, hastily opening it and dragging his trousers from his hips, down his legs and off. He’d never needed clothes gone so much. Just having them touch his skin seemed an abomination. His cock raged at him to be free—a monster now, every bit as enraged and hungry as a feral leopard.
Sevastyan put up the privacy screen with an oath, reminding Mitya he was so far gone, he hadn’t thought to do so himself. His frenzied hunger had taken him right over the edge. She’d driven him out of his mind with her teasing.
“Need your mouth, woman,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “Right now. I want to shove my cock down your throat, fill you up with me.” He did. He didn’t want to be gentle or accommodating. He didn’t want to have to worry about anything but pleasure. His pleasure. Hot and bright and a miracle of pure sensation. She could do that with her mouth. Ania could do things with her mouth he hadn’t thought possible. What she didn’t know, he was teaching her, and every lesson was a hot, instructive exploration. His cock burned in that inferno, desperate for what only she could give him.
His cock was so hot he thought he might explode. She slipped to the floor at his feet as he widened his thighs to accommodate her. She looked perfect there, gazing up at him, her face almost demure as her hands stroked his inner thighs and then settled around his heavy sac. That wasn’t where he wanted her mouth, but it felt amazing when her fingers caressed and gently kneaded and then her tongue began licking like that of the little kitten he called her. Her tongue covered every inch of his balls, traced the velvet sac, and then she was running the tip up and down between his balls and his backside.
He wanted to close his eyes and savor the feeling, but he couldn’t. He had to stare into those eyes. See her breasts swaying with each movement she made. He couldn’t resist pinching her nipples, watching the dark flush slide under her skin. He tugged, stretching them, her gasp telling him that he created two hot points of pain that spread flames from her breasts to her sex.
“We’re changing position. You turn. Sit back, right there on the floor, press your back to the seat and then lay your head back on it.”
Ania complied without asking any questions. The back of her head rested on the seat, stretching her throat. His heart pounded as he moved around in front of her. There was very little room, so he was bracing himself, straddling her body, his cock positioned right over her mouth.
She stared up at his cock and heavy sac, her eyes wide. He placed one hand on the back of the seat and the other around his cock.
“You can touch my thighs or balls, baby, but not my cock. I control this, not you.”
He watched her throat as she swallowed, apprehension in her eyes. He didn’t blame her. His cock looked and felt like a monster. He was nearly insane with wanting her. He felt as if every cell in his body was screaming for her body, for the things she could do to him. He wanted to roar with rage, with hunger, with need.
“Open your mouth.”
She licked her lips and his gut tightened. He reached down and pinched her nipple hard. When she gasped, he caught the base of his cock and pushed half of it into her open mouth. Heat surrounded him. Swamped his every sense.
“That’s it, baby, fucking take me down. Suck. Right now. Just suck.” He couldn’t close his eyes to savor the feeling of her wet, hot mouth surrounding him, because the sight of her lips stretching around his cock was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She didn’t have a choice the way he’d positioned her. His cock pinned her there, along with the weight of his body. He controlled everything, and she knew it. She had to accept whatever he demanded.