Torrid (Sordid 2)

“Vasilije,” she whined.

Her soft-spoken word was more powerful than the demand I’d yelled at her, and suddenly I was on my knees behind her, my mouth latched onto her pussy. Her moan was as much surprise as it was bliss. I stuck my tongue inside and fucked her as her legs quivered. She reached a hand back and ran her nails through my hair, scraping at my scalp and holding me to her.

“I like it,” she gasped. “Oh, God, I like it.”

A half of a chuckle came out of me. Of course she did now, but the good news was . . . “Me, too.”

I put my hands on her abused ass and lifted, pulling her cheeks away so I had more room. I fluttered and sucked at her clit while I squeezed so hard on her ass, the skin dented around my fingertips. But the moans that rolled out of her were pure pleasure.

I paused so I could speak. “Reach back and put your hands like mine.”

She did, and I grabbed her wrists, pulling them so she’d hold herself open for me. Then, I shifted on my knees and got more comfortable. I settled in to reward her, and got rewarded myself as she murmured something in Russian. No idea what she said, but it sounded dirty.

Since I had my hands free, I put my thumb on the hood of her clit and pulled it back, and spun the tip of my tongue over the sensitive spot. Her shudders were fucking sexy. She writhed against both the couch and my mouth, like the pleasure I gave her was almost too intense to take. She could, though, and she would. Her heels tapped quietly on the wood floor as she shook uncontrollably.

“Nyet,” she cried when I licked a straight line up, right between her cheeks.

My cock jerked in my pants. Her hurried ‘no’ hadn’t sounded like an order to stop, it’d been gasped in shock. And I’d told her I’d stop if she asked me to, but I hadn’t said shit about doing it if she said it in Russian.

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I started at the base of Oksana’s pussy and ran my tongue up again, all the way over her asshole. She whined in her native language on a stuttering breath. Was my dirty action so shocking she’d forgotten English?

Her hands came off her ass, but I was ready for that. I pulled her apart and swirled my tongue where she was still a virgin, and her choked moan got my heart banging in my chest. It sent my head buzzing with lust, and her body betrayed her. “You like it,” I said, half teasing, half serious. She liked it even if she didn’t want to.

Did she feel the same way about me?

The unexpected thought shot through my brain. Why did I care if she liked me? She wasn’t, and never would be, a friend. This was about sex, and once I got bored, I’d send her away.

How’d that plan work out for Luka?

Shit. I climbed to my feet and stared down at the girl bent over the couch, letting my gaze trace the zipper on her dress that mimicked her spine. She remained in that awkward position, not moving other than her exaggerated breathing. She didn’t complain that I’d stopped before I’d made her come. She waited patiently for my next command.

My voice was rough as gravel. “Get on the couch, on your hands and knees.”

She straightened and the dress dropped down in place, hiding her pink-stained ass. Her heels clip-clopped hurriedly, and the leather squealed when she placed her knees on the cushions. She moved gracefully, planting her hands on the seat of the couch so she was on all fours, and tipped her head up to me, watching for my approval.

I dug my cock out of my pants so fast, I almost broke the zipper. Two pumps and I was as rigid as the column I’d pressed her up against. I grabbed the back of the dress and jerked it up to hang off her hips. “I want to look at that cherry red ass you’ve got as you suck me off.”

I stood at the side of the couch and held my dick steady for her. She didn’t need a fucking invitation, she knew what to do. Her warm, wet mouth closed around me and heat seared up my back. Her glossy pink lips moved along my length, and I let her take over, pushing my pants and underwear down until they fell in a heap at my ankles.

Her mouth was like fucking a volcano, and I thrust at her, wanting more. In retaliation, she brought her hand up and wrapped her fist around me. It blocked me from going too deep. She thought she was in control, huh? I pulled her hand away, gripping her wrist, and placed my palm on the back of her head. I thrust my hips into her mouth as I pushed her head toward my body, and it made Oksana gag. She coughed and sputtered as I retreated.