I loved his taste, loved the way his girth stretched my throat and filled it so completely I could hardly breathe, but hearing someone so controlled lose it because ofmesent my hormones into overdrive.
Triumph and lust pooled between my legs.
I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing. Instead of easing the ache with my fingers, I spread my legs and leaned forward, trying to grind against the floor. The need for friction burned through me like a lit match.
“Look at you, trying to come.” Vuk grabbed my head and pushed himself deeper down my throat. “You like choking on my cock that much? Hmm?”
My whimpered reply turned into a muffled squeal when he pulled out only to slam in again. He started slow at first, but soon he was face fucking me hard enough to make tears spill down my cheeks.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped one hand and frantically rubbed my clit while the other pinched and rolled my nipple between my fingers. I was so turned on I could feel my arousal slicking my thighs, and every thrust sent a new zap of pleasure through my body.
“God, look at you.” Vuk groaned. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? I can see it bulging your throat. Sofuckingneedy.”
Yes, yes,yes.
His filthy words poured straight through me like bourbon. I moaned again, my fingers working faster. My clit was so swollen and sensitive, I might die if I didn’t come soon, but I didn’t want to finish before he did.
He was close. His thrusts were becoming erratic, and I redoubled my efforts until he cursed loudly and thick, hot jets of cum flooded my mouth.
My orgasm hit me at the exact same time. I cried out, my body shuddering. Cum leaked from the corners of my mouth, and I choked a bit before I swallowed the rest of it eagerly. The mixture of his taste and the white-hot waves of sensation almost pushed me toward a second breaking point.
I pulled back to catch my breath. I must have looked like a mess, covered in sweat and drool and cum, but I didn’t care. I reached for him again to clean him up. I only made it halfway before he lifted me to my feet and tossed me on the bed as easily as someone tossing a rag doll.
“You’ve had your fun.” The dark glint in his eyes made my thighs clench. “It’s my turn.”
I opened my mouth, but whatever I’d planned to say died the instant his lips latched onto my still-tender clit.
“Fuck!” I was the one cursing this time. Cursing and screaming and sobbing as he ate me out with the same single-minded determination that had earned him his title as one of the most powerful men in the world.
He was ruthless, his mouth and fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring me to the edge of delirium and back again. Over and over, harder and harder, until he pulled me apart and put me together so many times I lost count.
Somewhere between one sea of pleasure and the next, I heard the rip of foil. A second later, the head of his cock nudged my entrance.
I was humiliatingly drenched, but he was so big, and it’d been so long, that his initial push made me tense with discomfort.
“Breathe,srce,” Vuk murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle considering the brutal orgasms he’d wrung out of me. “You can take it.”
He was only halfway in. I felt like I’d already reached my limits, but I gritted my teeth and tried to relax as he sank deeper inside me.
“That’s it.” He groaned. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. It’sbeggingme to stretch it.”
And he did. Inch by inch, his girth threatened to split me in half as it spread me wide and penetrated me deep. I didn’t think it was possible, but eventually, my pussy swallowed the full length of his cock.
A shudder rippled from my head to my toes. I was stuffed so full I couldn’t think straight, and the noises that came out of my mouth sounded barely human when Vuk started moving.
Long, easy strokes morphed into faster, harder ones, and pleasure eventually eclipsed pain as he set a punishing rhythm. He fucked me to the hilt, his balls slapping against my skin. Sweat and sex soaked the air. I cried and bucked, too delirious to do anything except give in to my body’s basest needs.
My nails clawed at him hard enough to draw blood. Instead of deterring him, it only made him more feral. His teeth closed around my nipple and tugged. Hard.
The sharp sting wrenched another cry from my throat. The helpless sound was still hanging in the air when he flipped me over and pounded me harder. The headboard banged against the wall, and my body trembled and shook with each forceful thrust.
My arms were weak, and my elbows finally bucked when he hit a spot that made me see stars. I collapsed face first onto the bed. Vuk took advantage of the new angle and lifted my hips higher. The pillow muffled my screams when he drove in so deep it felt like he would come out of my throat.
The sex was raw and animalistic and blissfully, mind-bendingly wonderful.
The past few years, I’d spent more nights with my vibrator than a man. I hadn’t minded. My previous sexual encounters were satisfactory but nothing to write home about, and at least I didn’t have to make small talk with my vibrator before it got me off.
But this? This unraveled parts of me I hadn’t known existed.