I nod, so wet at the way he’s controlling me.
“Show me.”
11
Ivan
I am a bastard. The awe on her face as she caresses my cock should make me feel guilty. She has never done this before, it is clear. Only I do not feel guilty. The hunger in her eyes, the way she rubs her cheek against my cock, humming lightly with pleasure, is already pushing me to the edge.
“I’ve never done this before. So, I—”
“You do not have to.” I try to mean it.
Her grip tightens on me. “I want to. I just don’t want to make a mistake.”
So beautiful, so eager, all mine. I caress her lower lip still swollen from my kiss. “If you do, it is all right. I will not be angry. No yelling or shouting, just go slow, and do as I tell you.”
It should not matter that she has never done this before. That my cock is the first in her mouth, the first that has brought her to orgasm, yet it does. Every moan she makes is infinitely sweeter, every tremble of her body thrills me beyond measure.
“Lick me, like I am an ice cream cone melting on a summer day.”
She smiles at me as her tongue strokes me. Fucking hell, she’s moving on me now as if she were starving, her tongue tasting every inch of me. It is only seconds before I am fighting not to come as she delights in teasing my balls. I pull her back, my hand tight in her hair. Not yet, it is too soon to come.
“Slow, poppet, slow down. Grip me tight and stroke me. Tighter. Good girl.”
Fuck, she learns fast. It is a battle I am losing not to take over and fuck her sweet mouth. Then I see it: her other hand is in her pussy, playing with herself. The sight of it incites near violence within me. She is so fucking turned on by sucking my cock, she is close to coming herself. I give up, she gasps as I take over feeding her all of the few inches she can take.
Her hands grip my legs. She is moaning as her eyes meet mine. Fuck me, it happens, I lose control and her teeth graze my cock. A razor blade would have felt the same. I slow, careful now. A small, soft hand cups my balls, massaging them, and it sends me over. I try to pull away, unwilling to come in her mouth. She grabs me, taking what she can.
I sweep her up into my arms. I like the feel of her in my arms, she fits perfectly. As I lay her down, I wipe away what she did not catch. My cock is hard all over again at the sight of it. At the satisfaction on her face for what she did. It takes my breath away. Christina is not some shy, pious little miss; oh no, she is a greedy, eager witch.
She has to be, to have bewitched me with her body and her mouth and her mind. I reach for another condom, needing all the help I can get to last for her. That was supposed to be the point of her sucking my cock, but I’m just as hard and ready to come as I was before. And I want, need, another taste of her pussy.
Unlike the first time, her hands go into my hair to keep me where I am as she moans my name. Sweet, fuck, she is so damn sweet. I gorge myself on her juices, learning every inch of her, noting her pleasure, the way her body shivers under my mouth. Her chant of my name urging me on, but not yet. I want her to come, to flood my face at least once more. Slowly, with pleasure, I ensure she does. Now her hands are twisting with desperation, her pleas verge on tears. Perfect.
I move up her delectable body, tracing my path with my tongue, my fingertips. I find her hands on her breasts, tugging at her pretty tight nipples. No, that is my job. A jolt of satisfaction hits me. The smug asshole who put the chip on her hand never saw her like this. Never knew the taste of her come, heard her cries of pleasure; I am the only one. Exhilaration fills me. I am becoming drunk off her.
Cupping a full, gorgeous breast, I tease her with my thumb until she is begging for my mouth. I have dreamed of her breasts, wondered what she would look like. No fantasy compares to the reality of her. I lick lightly, until they glisten like her pouting mouth the first day I laid eyes on her.
I am a fucking saint for keeping away from her as long as I did. I deserve a damn award. Christina sobs my name, begs for my cock, for me to fuck her, to feel me inside her again. That is my reward.
Determined to last longer this time, I turn her over. Sliding her to the edge of the bed, I groan at the sight of her round ass, two gorgeous globes of flesh. I cannot deny the urge to bite into her flesh, then suck until I know I will leave a mark. Every time she sits down she will feel this, and think of me.
She shivers, I feel her fear. To soothe her I push my fingers into her pussy and stroke her deep. Then I mark her other cheek, biting harder, sucking deep. She comes, with my name on her lips. I press a kiss to the swelling bite. Soon, very soon, I will take her ass and I cannot wait. For now, I grab a cheek in each hand and push into her tight pussy.
So fucking tight, even as wet as she is each thrust has her gasping, sends the air out of her lungs. It will take some time for her body to become used to me, all the better to fuck her as often as possible. I could stay in her for hours, until the brat does exactly what I was trying to keep her from doing—her pussy clenches me even tighter.
Hell no. I pull out and roll her onto her back, step between her legs and smack her pussy, hard. She yelps from the pain. “Your pussy is already too fucking tight. Clench around me again and I pull out and stick my cock down your throat.”
Her eyes widen. She nods fast, all the while thrusting her hips at me, begging for more. Ah fuck, she liked that smack. “My sweet, naughty Christina. You creamed your pussy at the smack.”
I answer her plea, smacking the red skin then following it with a lick and suck to the mound of her. Her body is shaking, her hands clutch at me. Teasing her, I run the head of my cock along the lips of her pussy. I am a bastard for enjoying the way she is close to tears as she begs for my cock.
Christina belongs to me utterly and completely. I catch her around the neck as she tries to rise, holding her down and slamming home into her. Gone is all my control, I need to come, now. Faster I surge into her, harder, deeper, so fucking tight. She comes again, her hand wrapping around my wrist as I hold her down. Watching her revel in the way I control her sends me spinning out of control, and I come with a groan.
Catching myself, I barely manage not to fall on her. I am far too big for that. I roll to my side, taking her with me, tucking her close against me. She sighs and snuggles into me. A part of me freezes when I realize how much I like it, how right she feels. Thank god, when I look down at her, she has already fallen asleep. I’m out of bed like a shot.
I make it to the liquor cabinet and pour a large measure of whiskey. Swallowing it down fast, I welcome the burn. It does not help. Three weeks, that is all we will have. Once we return from Manchester this will come to an end. It has to.