The Darkest Temptation (Made 3)

She raised an impish brow. “Really? My friend said some guys like teeth.”

“Not this fucking one.”

“Sure about that?” She licked up my shaft and then snapped her teeth at me adorably.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to keep sucking my dick. I wanted it all.

Here I was trying to be a gentleman for the first time in my life, but then she had to call me “passive” and bring teeth into the mix. Screw it.

Pushing her hair back from her face, I demanded, “Take me in your mouth and suck.”

She held eye contact with me and obeyed without a word. Taking me between her lips, she slid down a few inches and sucked like a pro on her way up. Fuck. My hand fisted in her hair, gliding her head back down. And up. And down. I restrained my movements, going easy on her. But when she made little humming noises around my cock and pressed her thighs together, I realized this was really turning her on. Fuck me. My restraint snapped.

“Deeper, kotyonok,” I ordered harshly.

Complying, her mouth slid down even farther to take in those last few inches. She gagged before she made it. The heat building at the base of my spine grew hotter and unstable. I knew it wouldn’t take much more.

“Relax your throat,” I rasped.

I ran my thumb down the smooth column to show her what I wanted. She inhaled, and the next time she took me in her mouth, she slid down, managing to take every fucking inch.

“Fuck, kotyonok,” I growled. “Your sweet mouth is going to make me come.”

She pulled back to suck in a ragged breath. Her eyes watered, tears pouring down her cheeks. My heart pounded with force, but I softly held her hair back from her face, my voice a deep rasp.

“Then the only place left for me to come in is your ass.”

She hummed a breathy noise and rubbed her thighs together before licking up my shaft, then taking my cock in her mouth all the way again. I hissed through my teeth. She gagged, her throat constricted around me, and it was game over. The heat inside me erupted so violently my ears rang as I pulled back slightly to come in her mouth and not down her throat, unsure of how she would feel about that.

She looked up at me, her eyes watering little streaks down her cheeks, and swallowed. I made a rough sound through my teeth, every cell in me on fire with satisfaction and . . . something else. She wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, her hair an unruly mess of curls reaching past her waist. The sight turned me inside out. Like someone had shoved a hand into my chest and ripped out my non-beating heart.

Fuck.

I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine, kissing her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers found purchase in my hair, which sent a shudder through me. I swallowed her sigh. That little puff of air of hers settled like an anchor in my empty chest.

Pulling back, I brushed some wetness from her cheeks. “These are the only tears I like.”

Her eyes held mine for a moment, but where transparency usually lay was that absent place I despised. I knew it wasn’t distress that caused her to put up a wall, but something else entirely.

I brushed another tear from her cheek and said, “Now sit on my face.”

Her brow furrowed. “I didn’t do that to get something in return. This . . . was just for you.”

I smiled. She was cute. My perfect little martyr. But she had something wrong. She squealed when I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to straddle my face.

“This is for me,” I said with a growl, pulling her thong to the side and sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

“You’re wet, kotyonok,” I scolded. “Is all of this from just sucking me off?”

“Da.”

I wanted to smile. I liked hearing Russian on he

r lips more than I should. Spreading her open with my thumbs, I gave her cunt little licks and sucks that made her shake.

“Fuck,” she breathed.