Page 99 of Born into Chaos

“Maybe,” I admit.

He caresses my still-stinging cheek, dancing his fingers along the tender flesh before surprising me with another hard spank. My pussy clenches in response, and as much as I want to explore this new kink with him, I want to wait until he’s physically back where he needs to be.

Taking control, I kiss a line along his jaw, working my way to his neck as I start to unbutton his jeans.

I hear the smile in his voice when he asks, “You gonna take me for a ride, sweetheart?”

I laugh and nip at the crook of his neck. Standing up, I unzip his pants and say, “No. I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

He glances down at his fully hard cock when I free him from his pants. “You sure about that? I feel pretty damn ready.”

“I’m sure.” I run my fingers up his length, wishing like hell I could sink down onto him, but as much as I want to, I’m not willing to risk him getting hurt. I can be patient a little while longer.

“So your plan is to tease me to death?” He quirks a brow at me and then groans when I wrap my fingers around his impressive girth and start to stroke him. “Jesus, I was kidding. You’re not really planning that, are you?”

“No.” Pulling his jeans and boxers off, I let them fall to the floor and then get on the bed in between his legs. Leaning down, I place a soft kiss on the head of his cock, smiling when he hisses out a breath. “I’m going to suck your dick while you lay perfectly still.”

“I think that’s a fantastic plan, and I’m all for it.” He smiles even bigger. “I can already feel myself getting better.”

“If you move, I stop,” I warn him. “You’re supposed to be resting, not exerting yourself.”

He holds his hands up, willing to agree to anything at this point. “I won’t move a muscle,” he promises.

Sticking my tongue out, I slowly run it over his slit, licking up the pre-cum that’s beading at the tip.

“Fuck,” he groans, fisting the blanket on either side of us in an effort to not break his promise right after making it.

“Don’t forget, Vitya,” I tease, letting him feel the heat of my breath on his wet skin. “You move and I stop.”

He grins down at me, watching every move I make. “I’m not moving, sweetheart, so wrap that pouty mouth around my cock and start sucking.”

I ghost my lips over his length. “So bossy,” I whisper. “You’ve got the wrong idea if you think you’re in charge.”

“Sveta,” he warns when I very softly let my teeth graze his skin.

“Hmm?”

“Have mercy,pcholka. You’re killing me, baby.”

“The very sight of you was pure torture to me for two years, so just relax and let me have my fun.”

He lets go of the blanket to cup my face, forcing my eyes to his. “It was torture for me too, every goddamn second of it.”

Turning my head, I kiss the palm of his hand. “I know it was.” He keeps cupping my face as I trail my fingers over his balls, smiling when he groans. “This is a fun kind of torture, though, and I plan on taking my time. You might want to get comfortable.”

“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he mutters when I cup his balls and wrap my lips around his head, slowly sucking him in.

He’s propped up enough to give him a full view of me, and the raw hunger in his eyes has me feeling bold. I suck harder and run my tongue over him, but when he fists my hair, I stop and pull back.

“No touching.”

“Seriously?”

“You’re moving,” I remind him. “No fisting and pulling my hair. Arms down and relax.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “So fucking bossy.”

When he moves his hands to his sides, I reward him with another suck.

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