With This Secret

In the past, I could only imagine this degree of intimacy with him, but after the taste he had given me of what it meant to be fucked thoroughly and wholly by Levan Ivankov, no man would ever measure up to him.

He would be mine and I was going to do all in my power to ensure it.

I kissed him deeply and then pulled away to say in the most seductive voice I could, “Now, I will be the one to turn you into jelly.”

His smile crept across his yummy lips slowly and as sexy as fuck.

It made my heart skip several beats. My hands went back to that damn belt of his. It was too secure.

With an odd growling chuckle that didn’t sound anything like real amusement, he pushed away my ineffective effort and unbuckled it in one smooth movement.

Immediately, I grabbed onto the tab of his zipper and yanked it down. Shoving his white briefs down, I enveloped his thick, rock-hard shaft in my hands. My mouth watered with giddy anticipation as I locked my gaze with his.

His eyes were hooded and almost midnight-black with lust.

I dropped to my knees on the cold granite floor. First, I lapped at the pearl of pre-cum that appeared on the tip. Then I stretched my lips over the massive, throbbing head of his cock. I gave it a long hard suck and felt the breath hiss out of him.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly.

Smiling devilishly at the effect I was having, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I felt his head move all the way in and hit the back of my throat. Lightly, I grated my teeth along the sensitive flesh as I drew back out.

Settling my hand around him in a hard grip, I began to fist him, lifting the column of desire up to suck gently on his balls. His moan was like music to my heart.

I returned my attention to the wide crown and settled into a delicious rhythm as I firmly stroked him from root to tip. I watched him reach out to hold onto my head, but at that moment, I slipped his wide crown into my mouth.

His hands curled and froze mid-air at the potent pleasure. “Ahhh,” he breathed as he threw his head backwards, his legs widening even further to accommodate me.

I hollowed my cheeks and started to really blow him then.

“Oh, Bee,” he called, and the name, especially in the current context was so sweet, I took him deeper than I had taken any man. When his hands found their way to my head to guide me, I was ready. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I wanted him to climax as hard as I did. I helped him chase his release by sucking harder.

Perhaps I pumped him too eagerly because he immediately began to quicken, his hips jerking with increased urgency.

It made me feel proud to see him so vulnerable. He tried to pull away when he came, but I gripped his firm buttocks and kept all of him in my mouth, and kept on sucking him.

“Bianca,” he roared into the night, as his hot cum shot into my throat.

I sucked him dry, drinking it all eagerly and giggling like a daft teenager afterwards. It was almost embarrassing how much I enjoyed the taste of him.

A hand slipped around my neck and his gaze bored into mine. It was filled with sheer wonder as he pulled me up to him and kissed me. “How are you real?” he whispered, before he continued to drown me in his taste.

I was quite dizzy when I broke away from him, and reached for his buttons. I didn’t need to worry if my trembling fingers could work those fine buttons, because he grabbed the front edges and ripped the shirt open. Buttons flew all over the kitchen. After he casually shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, he stood still and seemed unable to take his piercing gaze away from me.

It made me feel like the luckiest prey alive.

His shirt was off but before I could do much about it, he grabbed me once more and placed me against the counter with my back to him. Without complaint, I ground my naked ass against him, writhing my wet flesh against his hardening cock. “Levan,” I breathed. “I can’t wait.”

He slipped it between the soaking folds of my sex as I held onto the edge of the counter and waited for the delicious intrusion. My hands fisted and pounded upon the counter, as the walls of my sex convulsed with the need to clench around him and milk the both of us for the pleasure. I couldn’t bear it any more. I had to feel him moving inside me. “Fuck me, Levan,” I breathed, but it sounded more like a growl in my ears.