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“I’m not drunk,” I snap hotly as my heart pounds up into my throat. He’s so close that my entire body aches. Grinding against that pole was erotic, and now Kristof, the man of my dreams, has me against the door.
What’s a girl to do?
“You are. I can smell it on you,” he hisses low. A pulse of excitement bursts through me and my core throbs almost painfully.
“So what if I had a few drinks? Anyone who found me would show me more attention than my own family, so I don’t see a downside,” I snap back.
“Alena, you’re not this stupid. You could have been taken and used against your father.”
“Fuck my father,” I spit. “And my mother.”
“You could have been used against me!” Kristof yells in my face, making me jump. “Did you even think of that?”
“Of course I did!” I yell back. Throwing both hands against his shoulders, I push him back as hard as I can. “That’s all anyone ever thinks about. Just the family. What’s good for the family, what’s useful for the family, it’s always about them. No one ever thinks about me! So yes, I fucking did something for myself!”
Kristof surges back against me, shoving me back against the door, and a new liquid heat curls through me like a flame.
“That is not true,” he snarls. “You’re just blind.”
“Am I?” Trying to beat him at his own game, I shove forward, and suddenly, a hard ridge at his crotch presses against my hip. Something feral clicks in my mind.
Kristof is hard. His cock is so hard I can feel it through his jeans, and his breathing has dropped to low and heavy.
He’s turned on… because of me? Because of the argument?
It’s unclear, but I grasp that fact with both hands and shove at him again.
“I’m not blind enough to not know that you want me.”
My words cause Kristof’s eyes to flicker down my body momentarily.
“But,” I continue, “you’re too cowardly to do anything about it, so now I have to wait for Mikhail to experience what it will be like to be with a man!”
Kristof’s hand flies out suddenly, and his palm strikes me across the face in a slap so hard that all thought shocks from my mind. The impact is sharp and firm, sending my head snapping to the side, but there’s barely any pain.
He slapped me!
Suddenly, his hands are on me, rough and hard as he grabs my waist with one hand and the hem of my panties with the other. A squeal escapes me as he lifts me up like I’m utterly weightless, and the fabric of my panties bunches up against my pussy as he pulls at them. In one swift movement that sends a shock of pure pleasure through me when the tight fabric presses hard against my clit, Kristof rips my panties off my body and throws me down onto the nearest couch.
I bounce just once, and then he’s on top of me, pinning my thighs apart with his strong hands, and his mouth collides firmly with my pussy. I yelp, but it falls on deaf ears and my entire world dips.
Never in my life have I felt this before, and now, without warning, Kristof’s tongue is licking through my pussy like he’s a man starved. It’s wet and strange. His tongue is a pressure that shifts and moves with the curve of my body, and my initial reaction is to pull away from the touch, but he holds me in place with his hands curled tightly around my hips.
My mind races, thoughts jumbling together all at once.
Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? I don’t know what to do with my own body. Where do I put my hands? What if I don’t taste right?
That thought dies as a feral, guttural moan rumbles from Kristof, and a shiver steals across my bare skin, causing a flush of goosebumps across my arms and legs.
His tongue presses flat against my clit, and a powerful pulse of pleasure crashes over me, colliding with the desire in my heart. Unsure where to touch, my hands finally drop to his hair and I grip the silky strands with as much strength as I can muster. His tongue is relentless, the pressure more than I expect, but it’s impossible to focus on anything but each repeated stroke of his tongue.
He parts my outer pussy lips with his own lips, then glides his tongue back and forth so rapidly that I can barely follow the motion in my mind's eye. A moan, deep and needy, rises from my chest, and my body bows like the snap of a bowstring.
It’s incredible and too much all at the same time.
My cheek sings from the slap and my hips ache from the strength of his grip, as if one wrong move will snap me in half. Tension coils in my lower abdomen, a sensation I’m used to through pleasuring myself with my own fingers, but what I feel now doesn’t compare. It’s tight and hot, like Kristof is stoking a secret fire inside me that flickers and flares to his whim. I writhe back and forth, tossing my head against the seat and pulling at his hair as hard as I can when wave after wave of desire washes over me. He’s playing me like an instrument, his tongue dancing across my pussy, and when he’s not paying intense, pointed attention to my clit, his tongue dips into my entrance.
It’s strange, and I want to pull away but at the same. This strange hunger rises inside me, and now I find myself trying to pull him closer. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and the leather sticks to my oversensitive skin. I moan desperately, lips parted and panting as the pressure inside me builds and builds.
