He looked at me with a curious expression, almost like he was asking me without words if this is what I wanted.
Growing bolder still, I reached for the button of his slacks and he didn’t stop me. I undid it, moving onto his zipper, and still, he made no moves to prevent me from doing so. Instead, he leaned back on his elbows and watched me. I reached in and felt the iron-hard shaft of his cock and I knew he wanted me. It made me feel powerful, like I actually meant something to him.
I let my preconceptions about Vakarrans fall away completely then.
I gave in to the beat of my heart. I swayed back and forth as I pulled his cock out, freeing it from the confines of his clothes. He sighed softly as I touched him.
His skin was velvety soft. The head of his cock pulsed then and I slid my thumb down the slit at the tip, feeling his own wetness seeping from it in small drops.
His cock was a darker shade of purple than the rest of him, a beautiful shade that reminded me of violets in the moonlight. It was a stunning color. His shaft was throbbing, the veins like heavy ridges that promised to take me places I’d never been before. I licked my lips and he watched me even more closely. His cock was larger than anything I’d ever put in my mouth, but I wanted to repay him for his kindness in any way that I could.
My tongue poked out from between my lips, curling around the ridge that surrounded the head of his dick and I felt him still beneath me.
“Mya,” Biran breathed softly.
I breathed around his cock, twirling my tongue around the head before taking him deeper in my mouth. He groaned quietly, his eyes locked with mine, and I worked harder to please him.
When I began to grow more comfortable, gradually taking him further into my throat than before, I could feel him pulsing against my tongue. I could taste his delightful berry flavor and I breathed in his male musk, smoky and fruity like a fine wine.
He leaned forward, moving off his elbows to gently cup the back of my head. His fingers massaged in my hair as I took him with my mouth.
His grip tightened gradually and I was ready for it. It felt good.
Slowly, he regained control and I gave it to him. He fucked my throat, softly at first but before long, he was using my mouth to his heart’s desire.
His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back and my scalp burned, but in a way that left me panting around his length. I felt my thighs quiver and knew that the wetness between my legs wasn’t just the cum from three other men, but my own arousal dripping between the folds of my cunt.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “I want you to make yourself come while I fuck your throat.”
His words left me burning and despite my shame, I found myself reaching between my legs and sliding my fingers up my thighs to my wet pussy. I circled my clit slowly, once then twice before using the flat of my fingers to brush against it. I moaned against his cock, knowing the vibrations in my throat likely brought him pleasure.
He groaned softly, and I knew I was right.
His pace began to increase in intensity and soon, I had to time my breaths with his movements. When he pulled free of my throat before he slammed back into me. He was rough, punishing, but I enjoyed every moment because I had chosen to do so.
Biran’s hold on my hair tightened and I knew he was close. My fingers busied between my thighs, stroking my clit in just the way I liked, bringing myself near to the edge of orgasm again and again until I felt like I was ready to explode.
He groaned, and I felt his thighs shake against my shoulders. I swirled my tongue and swallowed around him, my body growing hot beneath his control and my own. My clit throbbed beneath my fingers and once I felt him jerk back a bit, I let go completely.
I moaned around him and his seed spattered against the back of my throat. My cunt spasmed around my fingers and I came with him, moaning around his cock.
I swallowed his cum, bit by bit, enjoying the delectable berry taste, while my body simmered with residual pleasure from my own orgasm.
He let go of my hair and I leaned backward, ensuring that I had cleaned his dick completely. When I had finished, I tucked him back into his pants, while lifting my eyes to meet his. His gaze was warm. His grin contagious.
I had pleased him.
“Come. I’m sure you’re tired. Let’s go get some rest,” He offered his hand to me, helping me off my knees and up and onto the bed.
Lifting the covers and tucking me in beside him, he curled my body into his.
“Sleep now,” he murmured.
I didn’t fight him, because I was far too tired. Having been taken by four men, one after another, I had zero energy to fight back. My body hummed with residual pleasure and I closed my eyes with a smile on my face, exhaustion claiming me in minutes.
Chapter Five
Ejan