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“Don’t you fucking dare,” she hisses, her head whipping around, eyes wide and bordering on feral. My cock jerks at the sight, but I force myself to ignore it. “Ilya,” she growls as I slow my fingers, denying her the orgasm. “You’re playing with fire.” It’s a warning. Perhaps a promise.

Either way, I’m just getting started.

“Mmmm, I think I can live with that. Do you know how often I fuck my own fist to the thought of you like this? On the edge, begging me? Knowing full well that I’m not going to give you what you want until I’m ready. Until I’ve had my fill of you.” I lean down and sink my teeth into her left ass cheek, making her cry out. Thrusting my fingers fast and hard again, I get her even more slippery.

Perfection.

I soothe the bite with a long swipe of my tongue before giving the other cheek the same treatment. Her body tenses, and her inner walls clench hard, making me grit my teeth. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight.

I’m not going to last long when I get inside her, and I want my fill.

“Ilya,” she moans, her thighs trembling. I yank my hand away, and she screeches, “Damn you.”

I give her a quick spank over the bite mark, and her cry is music to my ears. “Not until I’m good and ready, lisichka. And I’m not ready. I’ve been waiting to taste you for days.”

She curses me then turns her head to watch me sit back in my chair and pull her pants down even farther. I grip her hips, wrenching her back, before clasping her inner thighs and spreading her legs farther apart.

She’s fucking dripping for me. It’s my turn to groan.

“Do you like knowing I’m dripping for you, pet?” she rasps, watching me with a knowing smile. She reaches beneath her, spreading her lips and slipping two fingers inside her wet cunt. The sight is hot as hell, and I quickly undo my pants and bring them down enough to let my cock spring free.

He’s pissed as hell I haven’t buried him inside her yet, the head already weeping with precum. I stroke myself in time with her slow thrusts, her arousal coating her fingers.

“That’s all for you, pet,” she purrs, sliding her fingers out, to show me.

“How often have you been fucking this pussy with your own fingers and that dildo you made, lisichka? Tell me. How often did you picture me?”

“Almost every day for the last few months,” she admits. “It’s like my body knew we were getting close to everything being over.”

I grip my cock tight to keep from embarrassing myself. That admission is like flipping a switch. Images of her fucking herself and crying out my name, they might be my undoing.

“Never again, Lane,” I rasp, releasing myself and pushing her fingers out of the way. “The only one who will be inside this pussy from now on is me. My cock, my fingers, my mouth, and any toy I decide to bring to play. Got it?”

“Seems a bit of an overreaction, pet. I can’t be here all the time; I still have things to do. Damn it,” she hisses when I spank her ass again. She glares at me over her shoulder.

“No more, Lane,” I growl, releasing my shaft to grip her again and bring her back another couple of inches. “This pussy is mine. You’re horny, you come to me to sate you. Tell me you agree, Lane, or I’m not going to taste this pussy and leave you wanting.”

“Asshole. If you’re not going to finish what you started, I’m going to do more than drug you next time,” she warns, trying to push up. She grunts when I simply move my hands down to her upper thighs and lift her ass higher, arching her down. “Ilya,” she warns.

“You heard me, Lane. You want us to work, this is how it’s going to make sure we’re both happy. You need someone to scratch the itch, that’s me. You want to use a fucking toy or your fingers, you come to me. This pussy is mine.” Adjusting my grip, I lower my head and bury my face into her, my tongue searching out her clit and rubbing it.

She lets out a slow scream. It’s not enough to push her over the edge, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to thrust back into my mouth more. “Ilya,” she moans.

“I love when you say my name just like that.” I pull away. “Agree to follow the rules, lisichka, and I’ll make you feel so good.” I slowly lap at her again, dragging my tongue up to her entrance and rimming it slowly, teasingly.

“Bastard,” she hisses, her entire body shuddering with unreleased desire.

“Your bastard, lisichka. All you have to do is say it. Tell me this pussy is mine and you’ll follow my rules. Then I’ll make you come.”

“I’m not doing anything, you bastard. You don’t get to tell me what to do when I’m not here. If I’m horny, I’m getting off. You want me to send you a video when I do? I’ll agree to that. Then you can return the favor.”

She screeches when I nip the sensitive skin where her ass meets her upper thigh. Then her entire body shudders with pleasure.

“Sass will only get you punished,” I warn, going back to tasting her. Am I torturing her or myself? I grip my cock quickly, staving off the need to come a little longer.

She curses something in Russian I don’t quite catch then moans on a half sob as I thrust my tongue inside her, needing the quick taste of her, before forcing myself to pull away once more. I lap at her clit, light and teasing.

“Ilya, please,” she begs. “Fuck, please, you need to let me come. Please.”