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“So are you.”

“How very observant,” he teases, “for a virgin.”

“Are you going to keep talking?”

“Do you want me to?”

“No.”

“How quickly you learn…”

Leonid’s voice disappears between my legs, as does his face.

My whole body freezes, and then he licks my clit, and the entire world goes up in flames.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, my body squirming as Leonid licks me again. His tongue circles around my swollen pink nub, then up and down, and it feels so fucking good that I start to shake.

But Leonid isn’t interested in letting me go anywhere. His hands descend from my tits, instead wrapping around the top of my thighs. He holds me in place as his tongue picks up speed.

Every lash is like a bullet meant to send me directly to the dirtiest fucking version of heaven. The animal knows exactly what he’s doing. Closing my thighs in around his face, the harshness of his stubble rubs against my tender skin, causing a jolt of electricity to spread throughout my trembling body.

It’s enough to send me over the edge.

The molten pressure swirling in my core seems to crack, and the most intense and blissful warmth I’ve ever experienced comes spilling out.

An eruption bursts up from deep inside of me, and Leonid doesn’t have to hold onto my thighs anymore, because I instinctively crush his face between my legs as I try to take all of the earth-shattering orgasm he just pushed me into.

For a moment, everything goes blank.

Every problem, every fear, every thought I’ve ever had disappears.

Then, slowly, the cruel world comes trickling back into focus. Every muscle in my body is still tense and shaking, but as Leonid pulls his lips away from my cunt, I seem to lose the warm, electric life he was providing.

“You did well today, Sophia,” he says, leaning back onto his knees. When he pushes my legs aside, I can see that the bulge in his pants is just as massive and raging as ever. I can practically feel the heat throbbing from it. But I’m too spent to look at it for long. My neck gives out on me and I collapse onto a pillow, staring mindlessly up at the ceiling.

The mattress sinks, then lifts as Leonid crawls off of the side. To my surprise, he walks over to the bedpost and softly unties my restraint, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Thank you…” I hear myself whisper. I can’t manage to say much more.

“Don’t thank me yet, Sophia,” Leonid says, pausing for a second before turning his back on me. “This isn’t over yet.”

With that, he walks out of the bedroom door, clicking it shut behind him. When I hear the lock turn into place, I know that no matter what just happened, nothing has changed.

I’m just a little dirtier and a whole lot more fucked.

Leonid just made me come all over his face.

It was amazing. And oh-so fucking dangerous.

This isn’t over yet.

I know. Fuck. I know.

If I thought I was vulnerable before, I’m in a whole new world of trouble now. Because whether it’s the post-orgasm haze that’s clouding my mind, or something else, I can’t help but smile at the idea that this isn’t over.

I’ve gone mad.

… This isn’t anywhere close to over.

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