Page 283 of Nemesync
I started stroking harder his cock, and he was doing all kinds of manly growls, breathless and so sexy. “I love the sounds you make Eli. It makes me want to take my clothes off and let you do whatever you want to me.”
His abdomen tightened, warmth emanating from his pants under my hand. He groaned softly as he released himself, that sexy sound echoing again between us.
I hadn’t even touched his skin, yet I felt powerful.
Knowing the effect I had on him was exhilarating.
His palm pressed harder against my throbbing clit, “Elijah... fuck...I missed you so much.”
His lips grazed my ear, his voice low and dangerous. “When you say those filthy words, Zanae, they sound like heaven from your lips.”
He kissed me again, his hand pressing harder against my core.
“Take my hand,Krasavitsa. Ride it, make me proud.”
I didn’t have control over anything at that moment.
It was just him and me.
“Fuck…” I moaned, each shift of my hips made his hand beneath me move faster. His other hand, strong and demanding,pressed against my ass, urging me to move, to grind against those long fingers he offered.
I begged, my eyes closing slowly, “Keep your hand right here.”
Our bodies, his filthy mouth, and his strong hand made me feel so hot. My forehead fell on his shoulder from pleasure, from the intensity of this.
“My beautiful Zanae, my woman, you’re using my hand so well,” he breathed against my neck, as he rubbed his hand faster and almost to the point of pain against my core.
Moans escaped my mouth as he whispered dirty things in my ear. “Such a strong girl,” he murmured. “That’s it, baby, ride it.”
After a few moments, I came all over his hand, still fully dressed. “Elijah…”
This quickie was so erotic, I was left breathless and wanting more.
I lifted my head up and met his gaze.
He was burning, all sweaty and so beautiful it made me sick looking at his eyes this long.
His thumb traced my jaw, “You’re so stunning, all flushed and freshly fucked. I want to make you come again, because you’re such a good girl for listening to me, Zanae.”
He picked me up from the sofa we were sitting on, and brought me back to our room, my legs still wrapped around his waist.
I smiled at him, “What are you going to do to me, Mister Volkov?”
His smirk said it all, “I’m a bit hungry, I want to taste you, Zanae. I want you to fucking sit on my face and let me have what I crave the most.”
My cheeks were about to explode, he had such a dirty mouth. “Right now?”
He sat down with me still on his lap. “Don’t be shy,Milaya, everything that’s yours is mine too.”
He laid on the bed and grabbed my ass before pulling me closer by my waist. I straddled him, feeling his hands firmly gripping my flesh. As he looked up at me, his eyes burned with desire.
“Now let me eat, baby. You wouldn’t refuse a meal for a starved man?”
I smiled at his words, “Of course not, I’m not a monster.”
With his hands, he lifted me closer to his face and smirked, “Perfect. Now, grab onto the headboard and try not to scream,Milaya.”
Before I could respond, I found myself completely on his face. He pushed my panties aside, and in just a matter of seconds, I felt his warm, wet mouth beneath me. His mouth sucked on my clit, and then his tongue entered me, teasing every corner of my core. His lips closed around my sensitive spot, sucking delicately at first before intensifying the pressure.
