Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse

“Misha,” I murmured, curling my toes.

His words were wicked. “Stop moving.”

He grabbed my hips and pinned me to the bed. And then he kissed my pussy like it was a mouth, dipping his tongue inside of me and sucking on my folds. He closed his lips over my clit and flicked his tongue.

“Oh!” I gripped the sheets next to me. All I could do was take it. He massaged my clit with his tongue. I rocked into his mouth and he held my hips down again, not letting me get any control.

Moaning, I could barely catch my breath. My pussy pulsed. With both hands, he lifted my ass off the bed and devoured me some more.

And then he stopped and rose over me.

Wait. What?

His face was wet with my arousal. He licked his lips and scowled at me.

What did I do?

I gazed up at him. I knew my hair was all over the place.

Instead of giving me his cock or more of that mouth, he painted every inch of my body with his heated gaze. “That outfit you visited the Xecutioners in—”

“Misha,” I panted. “Focus. Please.”

“I almost took you in one of the limos and fucked you.” He undid his jeans and took them off. “Next time, don’t meet killers looking so sexy.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

My chest rose and fell like I’d been running. “You can’t do what you just did to my pussy and then try to have a logical conversation. Let’s talk about this after you fuck me.”

“Don’t look that sexy when meeting with killers.”

“Why not?”

“Because it will make your boyfriend want to kill them. Men like the Xecutioners don’t get to see you look so sexy.”

“You said they were into fashion so—”

“And the lollipops?”

Jesus Christ! Now is not the time! I want to fuck!

I let out a long breath. “In the report that Circuit gave me, it said Hiro liked lollipops. I honestly believe that if I didn’t have the lollipops, he would have ignored me.”

Misha slung his jeans on the floor. His thick, long cock pushed up against his boxer briefs.

There we go.

Not able to contain myself anymore, I reached out for his cock.

He knocked my hand away.

I whispered, “Really, Misha?”

“Is there anymore to the contract besides your dancing for the Dragon and his wife?”

I felt like a drug addict. I was willing to tell Misha anything to feel him inside of me.

“Ava?”

“I. . .I thought we were going to discuss this later.”

“I never said that. I just wanted you naked.”

I sighed. “But I want to fuck.”

“Focus, Ava.”

“Asshole.” I frowned.

He crossed his muscular arms over his chest, looking so sexy. “The contract?”

I gave up. “They’ll pick the venue, date, and time. I’ll come to Tokyo to do a private performance. I assume there will be other guests.”

“You assume? You don’t know?”

“I wanted their help and time was of the essence.” I grabbed his boxer briefs. This time he didn’t stop me. I felt victorious. “Now if you move my hand again, you’re going to have a problem.”

“Oh really?” He watched me pull the material down and then caught my hand. I tried to move it. He wouldn’t let me.

“Stop playing, Misha.”

“Any more details to the contract?”

I glared at him. “That’s it. Stop teasing me. This is cruel.”

“You’re not doing the contract.”

“Let go of my hand.”

He did.

As soon as my fingers touched his length and gripped it, he groaned. The head of his cock was large and warm. Slowly, I slipped my fingers up and down his thick, long cock. “And I am going to do the contract.”

He licked his lips. “You won’t.”

I squeezed the mushroomed tip. “I will.”

He closed his eyes and groaned again.

“Fuck me, Misha.”

Opening his eyes, he lowered to me. His hot lips traveled down my neck and to the arc of my breasts, making me quiver.

I still held his cock and tried to keep the upper hand between us. But once his mouth hit my breasts, he was back in control. I panted and stirred under his mouth. His tongue toyed with my nipples. His hands caressed my naked body and then found their way to the center of my thighs.

Seconds later, he pushed into me, taking my pussy over. My body vibrated with him. My nerve endings shuddered in desire.

“Misha!” I put my hands above my head, not sure what to do with them. All my senses shattered with his passion. I could think of nothing else but him.

He captured my wrists, held them down on the bed above my head, and thrust deeper into me.

I rocked, pushing my hips up and trying to ride his rhythm. But there was no keeping up with Misha when he yearned to dominate me. He held my wrists tight and fucked me hard.

I cried in pleasure. Ecstasy rippled through me.

My thoughts scattered and drifted away. My mind was caught up in the rapture of him. The unending pleasure that only a pure masculine beast could rain down.