Page 53 of Born into Chaos

The man is insatiable, and I may have bitched for the last two years about the mouth that never spoke, but, goddamn, it’s a talented mouth and I was wrong to ever say a word against it.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him while running a hand through his soft hair.

He kisses my clit and raises a dark brow. “For?”

I reach down and run a finger along his wet lips. “For ever saying anything bad about this incredibly talented mouth of yours.”

He gives me one of his gorgeous, full smiles, the one that makes my heart melt, and gives my pussy one more kiss before sliding his way up my body so he’s hovering over me.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I whisper, afraid to even say it out loud in case it makes it all disappear.

His blue eyes soften when he looks down at me. He drags the backof his knuckles along my cheek. “If I would’ve known how sweet you are after you come, I would’ve eaten you out a long time ago.”

I laugh and smack his shoulder. “I’m being serious.”

“Me too. Imagine how many mall trips I could’ve avoided.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

He smiles and kisses my nose. “No, you’re not. Are you ever going to tell me what I did to deserve this last one. I still can’t figure it out.”

I think about letting him continue to wonder, but decide to just tell him the truth instead. “You didn’t do anything. I just wanted to spend the day with you.”

His face softens before he gives me another brilliant smile. “That’s so fucking sweet I can’t even be mad about it.”

I reach up and cup his face. It’s such a small thing, but being able to touch him just because I want to is something I thought I’d never be able to do. “Promise me that we won’t ever go back to how it was between us.”

He turns his head and kisses my palm. “I could never do that.” With a smile playing at his lips, he says, “Promise me that you’ll still love me after your dad cuts my dick off.”

I laugh and lock my legs around his waist. “Who said anything about love?” Pulling him closer, I kiss him slowly. He tastes of me, and I love that. I love that he’s the only man who knows what I taste like, and I love that even though he must be miserable, he hasn’t once demanded I do something to ease the ache in his cock. I love Vitya, I’ve known that for a long time, and the last few days have shown me that I was right to give him my heart, because he’s the kindest man I’ve ever met.

Breaking the kiss, I whisper against his lips, “Why would I ever leave when you have a mouth like that?”

I feel him smile. “True enough, but just so you know, I’m planning on keeping my dick.”

“I like that plan.”

He lets out a soft laugh, but it quickly turns to a moan when I slide my hand between us and palm the hard length of him.

“Sveta,” he warns, but I do what I do best and ignore him and keepdoing what I want. I massage him through his jeans, trying to use what I’m feeling to picture him in my head, but I’m tired of just wondering about it.

“Stand up,” I tell him. “It’s my turn to see you.”

When he hesitates, I smack his ass. Hard.

“Jesus,” he laughs. “You’ve got some fucking nerve.”

I just smile up at him and pat his cheek. “Hurry before she wakes. We’re on borrowed time as it is.”

That gets his sculpted ass moving. When he’s standing, I kneel before him and start to unbutton his jeans. He watches me with a dark, heated look that makes my hands shake as I pull down his zipper. I lick my lips and wait while he reaches in to free his cock, and as soon as he does, my mouth drops open, because as big as I made him in my drawings, I hadn’t been generous enough.

“That’s a good position for you to be in.” He drags a finger along my opened lips. “But you’ll need to open wider, sweetheart, if you’re going to take me in.”

“Don’t let me choke to death,” I tell him. He smiles like I’m joking, but I’m definitely not.

Reaching down, he fists my hair and tilts my face to his. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.”

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