Her golden eyes flicker to mine. Panic swirls in them, and I don’t like the way it makes my chest tighten. How her fear robs me of air.
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop,” I mutter, half-hoping she does. The other half of me screams in protest, desperate to be inside of her again.
“I don’t want to do that,” she whispers, reaching up to wrap her hand around the base, giving a short pump as she tries to get her fingers to touch. They don’t, and she swallows, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
Smirking, I nod my chin. “Clean me up then,slut.”
Stroking slowly, she watches me carefully, seeming to gauge my reaction so she can adjust accordingly. Her inexperience sends a spiral of dirty pleasure through me; the twenty-year-old mafia princess may have talked a good game before, but the innocent aura ebbing around her now tells the truth.
I don’t know if she’s refrained from others because she always wanted me to be her first, but I’m sure as fuck not going to question the gift.
Discomfort wedges behind my ribs at the thought, warring inexplicably with the warmth she provides. As if on a reflex, my teeth grind together and impatience courses through my veins.
My hand moves, tangling in the roots of her dark hair. “Your mouth,” I rasp, unable to keep the desire from my voice even as it hardens. “I saidcleanme, not spread it around. Put my filthy cock in your mouth and suck it into your pretty little throat until you can’t breathe.”
“I’m not—”
Without waiting for her to finish that sentence, I shove her hand away and fit my crown against her. I don’t force my way in, letting her know silently that there is still a choice here.
We stare at each other.
My heart skips a beat.
Her eyelids flutter.
Then slowly, so fucking slowly, she parts her lips. Flicks her tongue against my slit. A deep blush darkens her cheeks as she tastes me for the first time, and then she pitches forward, impaling her skull on my dick.
She maintains eye contact as she drags herself off, just enough to drizzle saliva over my tip. Then she moves back in, bobbing slowly.
A hiss escapes me as she massages the flat of her tongue against the vein on the underside of my shaft. Exploring, tasting. Attempting to please me.
My grip on her hair intensifies as my hips jerk into the movement, pushing as deep into her mouth as I can go.
Retching around me, Elena tries to wiggle free, scraping her nails over my thighs as I start to cut off her oxygen supply.
“Fuck. Such a perfect little slut, choking me down like this. I should flood your stomach with my cum, make sure you’re not able to eat for days because of how full I’ll leave you.”
She hums, and I groan, pinching my eyes closed as her throat struggles around me. Flashes of euphoria color my vision, and I snap back to attention just as my release threatens in the base of my spine.
When I look down at her again, I see her hand drifting between her thighs, toying absently as she chases her own orgasm. I swell slightly, the sight of her getting off on my depravity so fucking alluring that I almost can’t find it in me to resist.
But I have to. At least for right now.
Our night is far from over.
A mixture of sticky fluid connects her mouth to my dick as she sits back, gasping for breath. Sweat glistens across her forehead, and I swipe the string from her, severing us as I yank her to her feet.
“Have you ever done that before?”
She shakes her head, and I can’t stop the grin that stretches my face.
“A night of many firsts, then.”
Before she says anything else, I haul her into my arms and move to the shower; I don’t step in, unable to move much more before I absolutely have to be inside her again, and the next time I take her against the glass stall door, my movements are slow and calculated.
I take my time learning the cadence her body craves, relishing when she clenches around me and moans my name as she buries her face in my neck.
When she comes again, I damn near pass out from the sensation, and I can tell she thinks we’re done now as she sags against me.