I hadn't gotten nearly enough when I tasted him the last time.
When he deepened the kiss and dragged his tongue over my mouth, I moaned, “I want to taste you, Dmitry.”
He stilled, his body tensing, and then slowly let his hands fall from my body to take a step back. I looked over my shoulder. His head was lowered, his focus on me, so predatory that I shivered.
He took another step back, and one more, until there were several feet separating me from him.
And then he undid the button and zipper of his slacks, pushed them down, pulled his huge erection out, and fisted himself.
Although I’d seen him naked before, I felt like every time I saw his body, I’d have this immediate reaction inside of me.
The feminine part of me said this was the most masculine man I would ever meet in my entire life. Broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a muscular chest so powerful that it was terrifying in the most erotic way. I felt a trickle of wetness slip from my pussy in reaction.
Growing up, all the men who’d come and gone in my life had been covered with dark ink. Insignia that labeled them as part of the Cosa Nostra. I’d never found it attractive in the slightest. But seeing it on Dmitry? Seeing him covered from neck to wrist made me want to be this man’s whore.
“Stop, kukolka.”
My body obeyed instantly. His voice was lazy, as was the way he stroked himself. Root to tip, pushing out clear beads of pre-cum so that it dripped down the underside of his shaft to his balls.
Those twin weights shook slightly as he jerked off. His expression was stoic, like he had all the time in the world.
Couldn’t he see that I was burning alive? Couldn’t he tell I was dying to get him inside of me?
“Get on your knees for me.”
My body was a slut for him as I kicked off my heels and gathered my dress. Then I sank to the plush carpet. I waited for my next order.
This was so degrading.
I wanted more.
“You want to taste me, Claudia?”
I loved it when he said my name.
I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and nodded. I could see the tightening of this jaw, the way he squeezed his hand harder around his girth.
He liked my reaction.
“You want to try to fit this huge cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?”
I couldn’t hold back my moan at his filthy words. I nodded again.
“Then be Daddy’s good girl and crawl to me.”
And God help me, I did exactly that.
I moved to him on my hands and knees, never once taking my focus off his face. I could see his arm flexing as he continued to jerk off.
When I was right in front of him, resting back on my heels, staring up at my big, powerful husband, he growled low.
“That look on your face,” he murmured and stepped closer. “Like you’re hungry and eager to gag on my cock.”
He ran the tip of that huge crown over my mouth, and a soft sound left me as he smeared his pre-cum all over.
“Makes me fucking feral.”
With his free hand, he cupped the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He continued to rub his cock in lazy strokes, then moved the cockhead along my lips, smearing all that pre-cum on me as if it were lip gloss.
“Open that pretty mouth for me and suck me in deep.”
I looked up at him, my mouth still closed, the nervousness I felt having my fear spike. I didn’t want to disappoint him even if I had tasted him before.
As if he read my mind, his muscles visibly tensed.
“I want to make this good for you.” My voice was whisper thin as I lifted shaky fingers and gripped his muscular thighs. “I want to please you like you please me.”
He groaned and leaned down, slanting his mouth against mine, plunging his tongue between my lips.
The kiss was thorough, encompassing. And by the time he broke away, I was breathless and leaning forward for more.
“You please me like no one ever has or ever will.” His voice was husky, his face still close to mine. “All you have to do is look at me and I’m ready to come all over the place. Now open up and suck the head inside.”
I parted my lips and did just that, closing my eyes and twirling my tongue along the underside before pressing the tip into the slit of his dick head.
“Eyes on me, Claudia. I want you to look at me as you deep throat me.”
When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me with intense possessiveness. He was barely hanging on to his control. He gripped the back of my head, tangling his fingers in the strands, using that as purchase to push my face down farther.