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The first streamer shot into my mouth, the rich taste of his seed a hot surprise. And then I couldn’t look away from Aris as he came. His muscular chest expanded with first a low grunt and then a loud roar.
He spent another stream into my mouth before pulling back and stroking with squeezing pulses of his fingers.
His face dropped all the shields of civility and coldness, leaving an expression of surprise and then a collapse of control. He was simply animal-like, and I reveled in his unmasked primal pleasure even as copious amounts of his seed rained onto my neck and breasts then thickened and slickened over his slowly pumping fist.
The spiral of need coiled tighter inside of me, and I lay tensed and arching. Rocking and wanting.
In a daze, I reached to the warm puddle of semen on my breasts. I scooped up a dollop. I sniffed the musky male scent of him before drawing the cream to my tongue and swallowing that too.
Aris watched from eyes that burned just as brightly as they had in climax.
In spanking me, he’d broken something wide open, liberating—at least in part—that carnal spark that had been waiting for him my whole life.
“I’m not going to ask.” His voice came out thick and growly. “I am just going to take.”
His wet cock still hard, he lowered down between my parted legs like a sleek muscular animal, and his hot breath blew across my engorged center.
I twitched in reaction, making his eyes gleam.
He slid his fingers down the middle of my pussy, and a gasp slipped from me. I watched with bated breath and not a single word of protest as he nimbly unsnapped the row of tiny fasteners that held the bodysuit’s gusset closed.
While he bared me to his gaze, he murmured something in such a low tone I couldn’t hear his words. His breath whistled out again, breezing across my swollen nub and the damp triangle of hair at the top of my mound, and I flushed all over, unable to draw my eyes away.
No man had seen me thus exposed, especially not in such an aroused state. But pure lust poured across Aris’s tensed features and every muscle flexed on his body.
Inexorably, he rolled the bodysuit up and up. Up farther still until my breasts were bared, my nipples puffy and pearled in need.
“Beautiful,” he hoarsely praised.
I arched with the sound of his worshipful words, letting him take the white bodysuit off my unbound arm and over my head until it lay in a crumpled heap around the arm stretched by the cuff and chained to the bed.
Then he returned to crouch between my thighs, his large rough hands sweeping from my knees to the place where all my pleasure centered.
There, he only brushed whispery fingers across my labia, coaxing another breathy moan from me.
His smile returned, a breathtaking sight, and he bent over to draw both hands up my ribcage to the undersides of my breasts.
With a harsh curse, Aris cupped the twin rounded hills.
My head thrashed backward at the unusual sensation.
He did that tantalizing thing with his breath again, blowing across my nipples until they pointed upward even more, searching for his mouth.
Then he plucked gently at my pouting flesh, and my hips rocked up. My sex connected all too briefly with his surging erection before he pulled his groin back.
“No cheating, prinkípissa.” His chiding tone made me blush again.
“I shouldn’t be letting you do this to me.”
“But you just pleaded with me to suck my cock.” He looked wickedly mischievous with a dark smile and his smoldering blue eyes. “Besides, you’re not letting me.” He glanced at the handcuff. “Remember, I’m the big, bad Russian mobster.”
Feral need replaced his smirk as he dove down, suddenly licking one straining nipple.
Biting down on a whimper, I clutched the bedding in my free hand.
He sucked for a moment, causing a quiver at the mouth of my pussy, and then he drew back to blow again.
His whisper smoldered when he said, “Mmm. Nipples like black raspberries.” His eyes flashed up. “I think I have a new favorite fruit.”
I gasped as he detoured to my other jutting areola, treating the peak to a long luxurious lap of his raspy tongue.
My breath became tortured.
I writhed beneath his sensual ministrations, the velvet feel of his mouth making my head roll back. The added bite of his soft stubble increased my lust, and he paid special attention to both breasts, kissing, sucking, plumping and even nibbling my aroused flesh until my belly went hollow and my toes curled.
The sensations he roused multiplied a thousandfold as he crawled down my body, his shoulders bulging, his biceps great big hills.
His blue, blue irises aflame with a burning bright desire.
“You have the body of a goddess, Roya,” he muttered against my tummy, tracing my bellybutton with the tip of his tongue.
I twisted beneath him, seized in this simmering sensual captivity.
I couldn’t escape him. I didn’t want to. Gone was the ruthless crime lord who’d tied me up. Who’d taken all my choices away from me.
His kisses coasted from my belly to the top of my mound. He even licked the soft mat of trimmed hair there that was already wet from my essence.
His tongue touched my clit, and my hips shot into the air.
He pulled back like he had with his cock, leaving me tensed and aching.
His fingers spread my lips open, and he could see my most intimate of places. Moisture pooled from me even as heat spread to my cheeks, and he traced one trickling line of juice, watching me, watching me.
When I moaned as his finger touched that space below the opening of my pussy, his jaw tightened.
Then he licked me.
