Page 72 of Savage Pakhan

“Fuck,” he curses, his hips rocking on their own accord.

They’re small strokes, and they gain speed the deeper I take him. His hand slips down to cup the back of my head.

“Mia. Just like that. Da.”

I peek up at him through wet lashes, my gaze lingering his abs before sliding up his chest to meet his intense stare.

“I love how your mouth looks stretched wide with my cock. I’ve never seen a prettier sight.” He strokes his knuckles across my chest, his fingers dipping to reach my nipple. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”

I nod, unable to answer with my mouth so full.

“Good girl. I want to see this view every day. You’re doing so fucking good. I know it’s a lot,” he praises, sweeping his fingers through my hair.

I dive deeper, taking him to the back of my throat and he shouts when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag and cough, immediately pulling off him to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I cough, not used to having anything of his size in my mouth. Spit travels down my chin, a string of it dripping off his shaft.

“We can stop. You don’t have to⁠—”

I cut him off by sucking him down again, doing my best to coax the come from him.

“… Fucking Hell, Mia,” he rocks onto his tiptoes, slamming his fist against the wall. “So eager for my cock.” His fingers drift through my wet hair again, grasping onto the roots.

I hope I’m doing an okay job. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on my knees with Alek’s cock in my mouth. I never ever imagined Ivan. Not in ways I was supposed to. It’s always been Alek for me.

Even when I’d kiss Ivan, I’d dream of Alek.

I’m right where I want to be.

I hum around his shaft, lapping at him as if he will quench the thirst I have for him.

He shivers. Alek’s entire body trembles. His hand grabs my hair even tighter and tears pool in my eyes from the pain.

I don’t mind it. I love that I make him feel this good.

Me.

I find it a little hard to believe since I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m listening to my instincts. I assume, teeth aren’t a good thing, so I’m keeping them away the best I can by how I have my lips.

Maybe he might like a little pain too?

I relax my mouth and tease the edges of my teeth across his sensitive muscle, scraping across the spongy head.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, nearly collapsing on top me, but catches himself on the wall. “Mia.”

Seems like I don’t need to try so hard then. Alek seems to like a little pain with pleasure.

I wonder what would happen if I bit down? Is that too much? I peek up again, his eyes hooded, his lips parted, his wet hair hanging in his face. He looks ruined.

I did that. I am doing that. He feels this way because of me.

Someone would have to kill me to get to me stop.

I pull back, rolling my tongue across the tip, dipping it into the slit to gather more of his salty precum. I love how it tastes.

Alek is mumbling something in Russian, his head tilted back, his breathing becoming quicker, and I make note that he must really like the tip of his cock adorned.