Page 36 of Her Vicious Angel

But his interest in me could only be temporary, so he could never know.

“I don’t care what you do,” I said. “Feel free to send me back to the airport anytime.”

He frowned and leaned back in his chair. “You don’t follow directions very well. Now come get on my cock.”

“Why don’t you ask one of these other nice ladies?” I objected. “I’m sure someone would be happy to. The boss’ son and all.”

I turned to the open doorway to call out. “Does anyone here want to come ride Andrei?”

I saw at least two women get up eagerly and rush to the door, but he stopped them with a snarl.

“Turn around and get the fuck out. And shut the door behind you.”

I gasped as the door slammed shut and I was alone in the room with Andrei. I turned apprehensively to face him.

He was still sitting and glaring at me.

“Cerise, when I say I want you to ride me, it means I want yourunningto get on my fucking dick, and I want you there that fucking second. If I wanted them riding my cock they would be. I wantyouover here sucking my dick and then I want you to fuck me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. I realized that it pressed my heavy breasts up further in my T-shirt but it was too late.

“Or what?” I said.

His eyes darkened, and a muscle twitched in that strong jawline.

“I am not going to come and get you. But you are going to come here and ride me.”

He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, huge and engorged. He began stroking it gently and lazily. I ran my tongue over my lips nervously. Fuck it, I did want to ride him. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“I can see that you want to,” Andrei said. “It’s written all over your face. You want to cum.”

“It’s too much work to take off my jeans,” I said, stalling.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I edged closer, feeling caught in his hypnotic eyes as they spat blue fire at me. I stood an arm’s length away. He reached out a hand and unbuttoned my top jeans button, then the next jeans button. I could feel myself starting to tremble as he slipped his fingers in and past my panties. I could hear how embarrassingly wet I was for him.

“Shit, how are you always this wet?” he said, and I was pleased to hear that his breathing had changed. He sounded hungrier.

He slid his fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb.

I moaned, rocking back and forth, riding his fingers.

I was so aroused that it didn’t take long before I was close to peaking.

“Yes, faster,” I breathed and then yelped in frustration as he removed his fingers.

“Oh no,” he said. “Suck my cock first.”

I was breathing hard.Christ, he was such an asshole!

But I really wanted to come. I walked over to him and put my hands on his knees. He opened them and I knelt between them, his big legs on either side of me.

I put a hand on him, palming his cock and feeling his heavy thickness. I heard him let out his breath.

I glanced up at him just before my mouth closed on his dick and I was pleased to see that his face didn’t look controlled at all.

I took him deep in my mouth and then licked around the tip as his head fell back in the chair and he groaned. I leaned forward, taking all of him again and my breasts brushed against his thighs. He groaned aloud, grabbing my head and jamming it down on his dick so hard my eyes started to water. He thrust violently into my mouth over and over, and I tasted precum in my mouth.

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