I leaned down and kissed my way down his body.
He shifted his fingers through my hair, pulling on it harshly when I used the flat of my tongue and licked his nipple.
“Fuck, kotyonok. Look at you. Look at how sexy you are like this. Look at how fucking hard I am just watching you.”
His words affected me more than he realized, and I could feel a gush of arousal rushing out of me.
I whimpered and moved down, licking his salty skin on my way and pausing when I got to his navel.
I looked up and met his eyes before I ran the tip of my tongue over him. He groaned, and I felt the effect of it all the way down my spine and at the small of my back.
I rubbed my legs together, feeling wetness gathering on the inside of my thighs. I didn’t think I could get this turned on when he hadn’t even touched me yet, but I was.
I went further down, grabbing his cock in my hands and playing with him. I licked my lips, and he pulled my hair off to the side until I was looking at him.
“What are you waiting for?” he said between gritted teeth.
I smiled a little. “Nothing.”
I leaned down and took him between my lips.
He closed his eyes, his fists tightening around my hair. “Fuck,” he said.
I sucked the tip, swiping the flat of my tongue over his soft skin.
He kept his hands still and let me control the movement. My breasts felt heavy from the pressure, and I took my fill of him in my mouth, my hands moving around the part of him I couldn’t take in.
“Fuck, that’s it, kotyonok. Your mouth feels so good around me. That’s it, baby. Suck me in deep.”
I took him further in my mouth, feeling lightened from his praise. There was probably something wrong with me; I wanted nothing more than to please him.
To please them.
Nothing, and I meant nothing, felt better than when he called me his good girl and told me I made him happy.
I sucked harder, and Mikhail’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. I let out a small moan around him, and his leg jerked.
Fuck, that was so hot.
He grabbed my head and held me still, then he moved his hips, fucking my mouth the way he needed, and all I could do was stay there and take it, let him do just as pleased, knowing I was the one driving him wild.
I briefly caught sight of dried blood around his knuckles, and I made a mental note to ask him about it later on, but now right now.
Because right now, Mikhail was pulling on my hair.
I suckled on the tip when he stilled.
“Enough,” he gritted out harshly, pulling away from me. He leaned over and reached for me, pulling me up his body.
I grabbed onto his shoulders as he pushed my hips up. His eyes took me in as he worked his hand in between my legs.
I gasped and closed my eyes as his fingers shifted through the lips of my pussy before he found my drenched center and entered a single finger inside me.
“So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”
I clenched my walls around him, biting the bottom of my lip—how good it felt.
He pulled out of me, and before I could answer him, he flicked my clit.