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I whimpered, much to my chagrin.
One of his hands fell to the pillow beside my head and the other ringed his hefty cock at the base, his knuckles buried in dark blond curls. “Do you want to watch me fuck my fist for you?”
A jolt shuddered through me at his explicit words, and I wanted to deny the longing that flashed through me.
Helplessly, I breathed out, “Allah help me, yessss.”
At least I hadn’t admitted that what I wanted most was to touch him. To feel that hard, rampant organ and explore each throbbing veiny inch with my fingertips and then my tongue.
He grunted and swore in Russian then, situated directly over my face, and he began stroking his cock. He was slow about it, and he clearly enjoyed doing it because his breath tumbled out with groans, more and more labored.
He gathered the pearls of liquid from the wide helmet and spread glistening tracks up and down the vein-laced girth.
He played lightly with a small area of flesh just beneath his glans, and his thighs knotted with muscle.
He lowered his fingers to cup and heft his balls, and my whole body became wracked with an indrawn breath.
“You like this, don’t you, prinkípissa?”
I glanced up at his face, and his smug smirk faltered just slightly when I said, “Yes.”
But then I had to look back down. I had to watch as Aris’s cock became even thicker, even more blood-flushed and slick.
“Nnnnf,” I whined when one drop of that hot precursor to semen plopped down to land on my upper lip.
In an instant, Aris pulled back so he could see my entire face. His eyes turned to hot ingots when I drew his taste onto the tip of my tongue. My lashes fluttered. My breath halted. I swilled him in my mouth.
“Blyad.” The sound of his coarse tone rolled over me as his precum slipped across my tongue.
His palm rotated on the engorged crown then he jacked down to the fat root of his shaft.
My legs scissored restlessly. My hips swiveled. My pussy ached, and I needed something as large and hard as his cock to fill the hot, pulsing emptiness inside.
“Ask for what you want, Roya,” Aris demanded, his fist cinched tight at the root of his cock so the veins stood out boldly.
“I’m not going to force myself on you. I never have and don’t need to, Roya. But I am going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget when it comes to a man like me.”
I shook my head, but I was tempted. Oh so tempted for just a taste. A touch.
“All right then.” Continuing his slick strokes up and down, he held me spellbound.
His sexy groans drove me crazy. His straining sinews made me wetter. Even the wicked black tattoos on his chest mesmerized me. And his slow sensual pace was making me lose my mind.
Finally, the dam broke, and I begged, “Please. I’ve never touched . . .”
He halted, and his voice emerged grittier. “Ask for what you want.”
“Please let me free, Aris. I want to touch you. I want to taste your . . . cock.”
“Fuck.” The low curse fluttered over me like an arid breeze then he was on me.
His mouth captured mine, and his fingers were quick to release one of the handcuffs.
As he drew back with a last hot suck to my bottom lip, I haltingly ran the fingers of my free hand up the coarse fur covering his thigh.
Ohhh. But even there he was so hot. So hard.
He remained as still as stone while I learned the feel of him, slowly climbing to his loins.
My moan was nearly as loud as his thundering groan when I closed my fingers as much as I could around that thick, unyielding organ. His cock lurched in my grasp, and a quick spurt of his precum splashed out.
I drew in a gasp, unbelievably aroused by the sight and sensation of him. The veins pumped beneath my fingers and his testes swung and rolled. I drew my hand up and then down, feeling the dense but silky weight of him.
“Uhhh,” he groaned, and his groin bucked.
I gathered more of that wetness, feeling my own spilling down the insides of my thighs, and glided my palm up and down his fat cock.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I had to taste. And even though he’d vowed he wouldn’t let me, he did.
When I opened my mouth, he shifted down. And then he was slotting his meaty cockhead between my stretched lips.
“Mmm. Yes. Fuck. Suck it.”
I mewled, swirling my tongue, and he drove more of that thick, heated length into my ravenous mouth.
I pumped him with my hand.
I slurped at him with my lips.
I gasped and swallowed and arched beneath him, letting him know he could do what he wanted. I wouldn’t fight him. Not in this.
One of his hands came down on the side of my head, the other tangled into my hair. And Aris levered his cock in and out of my greedy sucking mouth.
He pulled back, though, as soon as that mighty organ swelled bigger and began jerking.
