She stared down at me in shock, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip while I paused, giving her the chance to tell me no, to tell me it wasn’t something that she could tolerate.
She was quiet, watching me intently.
“Tell me you want me to lick your pretty little cunt until it flutters for me, Butterfly,” I murmured, leaning forward to touch tentative fingers to the scars at the top of her thighs.
She swallowed, her throat moving with the effort before she nodded silently.
“Words, Irina,” I scolded. “I need the words.”
“I want you to lick my cunt,” she said, her mouth dropping open as if she couldn’t quite believe that she’d actually spoken the words. They immediately filled me with the urge to spank her for the bad language from a mouth that was sent straight from heaven and shouldn’t know such words. It didn’t matter that I’d been the one to demand them.
The other part of me wanted to defile her, to ruin her with all the ways I’d touch her.
I shifted forward, putting my face right at the core of her body. Slipping a hand between her legs, I lifted the weaker one up and out until it rested on my shoulder and Irina leaned her weight more fully into the shower wall.
The arch to her back was like something from a photoshoot with the water pelting down around us, her pussy gleaming as I slid a finger through her lips and watched her open for me. Her legs widened, a ragged moan breaking free from her throat when my finger brushed against her clit.
Her face twisted with the sweetest torment, and I leaned forward and licked her from entrance to clit in a single, long glide that made her whimper. Her flavor consumed my mouth, claiming my tongue as hers from the moment I had my first taste.
Irina buried her hand in the hair on the back of my head, pulling me tighter to her body as she ground her cunt on my face. I wanted to be covered in her, to wear her like a brand on my skin that everyone could see. I’d spend the rest of my life on my knees with my face drenched in her pussy if I had my way.
I groaned into her flesh, fucking her with my tongue while she writhed in my grip. Impatience claimed me, the need to taste her orgasm like something visceral in my veins.
Dragging my tongue through her lips to her clit, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked lightly until she gasped. Those gasps turned to moans, then to animalistic groans as her nails dug into the back of my skull and she finally came on my face.
I held her steady, giving her a few moments to settle before I lowered her leg to the floor and rose to my feet. Tucking her hair behind her ears, I dropped my mouth to hers and kissed her so intensely that I knew she had a very thorough taste of herself on my tongue.
When I pulled back, the sleepy stare in her eyes was almost enough to make me forget the rock hard cock squeezed between us and touching her stomach.
Almost.
I grabbed her by the chin, giving her one last meaningful look that she could stop it at any time. When she didn’t respond to what had to be clear, I shifted my hand down to her shoulder and pushed her to her knees before me.
She dropped smoothly, her lithe body graceful even as she stared at the monstrosity of my cock where it dangled in her face. She swallowed, turning her green eyes up to face me as water from the shower head dripped down the back of her head.
Finally lifting a hand from where she clutched my thigh, she wrapped it around my length to the best of her ability and stroked it from root to tip firmly, her fingertips brushing over the scars at the base. “Did I fucking tell you to jerk me off?” I asked, my voice as harsh as it felt.
Her stare was wide eyed as she looked at me as my hand gathered her hair into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. “No,” she said, the hesitance in her voice calling to the deepest part of me.
She’d always have a choice and the ability to say no, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t in charge once she gave me that permission.
“I’m certain I told you I wanted you to choke on my cock,” I said, tugging her face forward until my head pressed against the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth, letting the tip glide over her tongue and swirling her tongue around me with the kind of skill I wanted to erase.
I wanted her rough. I wanted her sloppy and sobbing on her knees for me, and then I wanted to take care of her after and soothe the edges I would fray with my rough treatment.
I thrust my hips forward at the same moment I pulled her further onto my cock, letting her mouth stretch around my girth as she struggled to open wide enough to accommodate me. I moved forward in slow thrusts, giving her time to adjust as I dragged my flesh over her tongue.
The head of my cock brushed against the back of her throat, making her face twist with the urge to gag. I didn’t let up, pushing forward until she swallowed around me like the good girl she was.
I groaned, the feeling shooting up my cock and straight to my balls as I slid forward and sank further into the tight, vice-like grip of her throat. “Fuck, Butterfly,” I moaned, thrusting in and out as tears stung her eyes. They fell, drifting down her cheeks to mix with the water from the shower that dripped off her head.
Her fingers tightened on my thighs, her gaze turning pleading when I pulled her as far onto my cock as I could and held her there. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get a single gasp of air around the part of me that was inside her.
That would be a part of her when I made her drink my cum.
“Do you want to breathe, cuore mio?” I asked, making shallow thrusts. I was so deep in her throat that it would hurt her the next day, and she’d be lucky if she could swallow the food and water I hand-fed her without remembering the feeling of me inside her.
I’d spend every day buried in her throat until she was ready to take me in her pussy and her ass. Keep her filled with me as often as I could, even when I’d finished and we were waiting for me to get hard again.
Then we’d do it all over.
She nodded, her brows pinching when the movement brought her pain. Taking pity on her and the way her eyes bulged, I pulled back…and back…and back until my cock sprung free from the heat of her mouth. She sucked back deep lungfuls of air, her chest heaving with the desperation to breathe as she clutched her throat.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked, touching gentle fingers to the throat I’d just abused from the inside. Shoving her hand aside, I wrapped my palm around the front. She panicked, grasping my hand as she undoubtedly struggled with the memory of the hands that had caused her so many bruises.
She shook it off, shoving down the panic as she stared up at me with a challenge in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, the sound vibrating against my hand.
Smirking, I tilted my head to the side and considered the woman who had turned out to be everything I never could have dreamed of. I’d thought she was a spoiled little princess, but what I’d gotten was a lady in the streets and my own plaything in the privacy of our bedroom.
I guided her back to my cock with my hand around the front of her throat, desperate to feel myself moving through her from the outside. To feel the pressure of me inside her with my grip.
She swallowed me the moment I nudged her throat, taking me deep like the good girl she was and working to take me even deeper on the second try. There was no way she could fit all of me, no possible way for my dick to curve that far down her throat, but damned if she wouldn’t try.
I fucked it, shoving my cock into her face and her throat with hard and fast movements that made her gag and choke on my length while I used her the way she’d used me.
She moaned around me, the vibrations shooting straight through me and pulling an orgasm from me as she tightened her fingers with the need to breathe again. I didn’t relent, pushing her even farther as I chased my climax.
Just before I was about to come, I pulled free from her finally and grabbed her by the face as she drew in deep breaths, squeezing her cheeks until she opened. I stared down at her intently as I grasped my cock in my hand and stroked, edging myself until she was ready for me.
“Open,” I ordered, squeezing until she complied. “Stick out your fucking tongue.”
She did as I told her, opening herself and waiting for me to give her the present she’d worked so hard for, choking on my cock like the perfection she was. Three more strokes of my cock and I erupted, spurting cum on her tongue and watching as she flinched the moment the hot liquid touched her.
She kept her tongue out, letting me finish and stare down at my release on her tongue. “Swallow,” I ordered, watching as she drew her tongue back in and swallowed me down into her belly.
She opened her mouth again without being told, letting me slide in so she could swirl her tongue around me and suck me clean. I ran gentle hands over her hair, watching her work diligently to make sure she got every last drop.
Then I lifted her to her feet, plundering her mouth with my tongue in the desperation to taste the two of us combined. To taste myself on her lips and know that she was irrevocably mine.
She sank into my embrace, her body battered from our workout and the way I’d used her. Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I gave her what she would always have with me after rough treatment.
She’d know I loved her, even if I couldn’t bring myself to say the words yet.
So I’d show her.