Page 105 of The Tsar's Obsession
But he paused and got down on his knees to pull off my sweatpants and inspect the bandage that he changed himself a few hours ago, after my shower. He always put me first.
I watched him lean in and give my pussy a long-awaited kiss. His eyes were on mine, and my knees almost buckled.
With his mouth glued to me, I managed to hold on to his shoulders as all of meburned.But it wasn’t the sauna; it was his touch that I was deprived of for so long. In a daze, he walked me back, gently sitting me down on a long wooden bench attached to the wall.
I didn’t think. I only felt. I did what I knew was right. I spread my legs for him, the desire in his eyes sending a little tremble through all of me.
It was quiet, and heat enveloped both of us, like the calm before the storm. Kirill’s knees thudded against the floor right in front of me while his large palm possessively slid on my inner thigh, teasing, barely touching, but claiming what was his.
His lips whispered the kisses—imperceptible on my thighs,my hips, everywhere but not where I so wanted. “Don’t make me beg.” I whimpered and shut my eyes, the anticipation building inside me with alarming speed.
“But I love to hear you beg, Mia…” His dark chuckle echoed inside me. “Beg me to fuck you, baby…” His finger traced a lazy pattern on my inner thigh—closer, but not close enough. “Ask for what you want.”
Before I met him, I never asked for what I wanted. I never asked, never begged, never pleaded; I just went with the flow with every man I’d been with. It was good and at times even great, but nothing was ever mind-blowingly amazing like everything was with him.
“Fuck.” My voice shook, and my fingers had a life of their own. Sliding down my sweaty body, I reached for my pussy, but Kirill gently picked up my hand and intertwined my fingers with his.
I straightened out, my nipples ending up right in front of his lips. His hands claimed what was his, and my skin shivered with every one of his touches. I leaned in, looking into those big, beautiful, green eyes. Those green eyes that trapped me in his world. “Lick my pussy, baby. Give me what I want…make me come on your tongue.” The salacious words left my lips, and Kirill listened, his eyes love-drunk.
His hot lips closed around my nipple, finally sending real fireworks through me. My legs spread further, and his fingers finally landed on my soaked core. “Finger-fuck me— fuck! You’re so good at it!” I was interrupting myself, trying to get all the words out in a frenzy.
I grabbed his hair, bringing his face right where I wanted it. A small smile on his face, my eyes were planted on his hot tongue that made contact with my entire entrance, and my body shook at the feeling.
God, yes, thank you.
A long lick—like an ice cream—and my head fell back onto the wooden wall, my entire body living out its destiny. “Mmm,”he hummed, his tongue working its magic, burrowing its way inside me. He tormented—slowly, his licks and kisses made in heaven. “So good, Sunshine. You taste so fucking good.”
His tongue landed on my clit, owning my body like it was made for him. He knew what he was doing, and so quickly, I felt the buildup.
Kirill’s fingers pumped in and out of me as his tongue swirled and applied the perfect amount of pressure, bringing me to the edge in mere minutes, forcing me to beg again. “Ah! Just like that, don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!” I heard the desperation in my own words.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t fucking change anything; he licked my clit the right way, he worked my G-spot how I liked, keeping a steady rhythm, andhe fucking delivered—just like always. Euphoria flooded all of me, my lungs struggling to keep up with the rush of blood to every corner of my limbs.
Fuck, yes, so easily, he gifted me such a powerful climax.
I panted, shaking in his hands, listening to all his words of praise and affection. “You’re so pretty when you come for me, baby.” The taste of me lingered on his lips. “I love when you beg me.” He pulled my hair back, dragging his tongue up my neck. “I love you. All of you. I love you.” My hot skin absorbed all his words. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
With every effort that I had in me, I collapsed onto my knees and urgently pushed his body up into a standing position, quickly removing whatever was left of his clothes.
The urge to shove him deep into my throat was making me salivate. "Fuck, I missed your dick.” It was my turn to enjoy his body. He towered, and my gaze slid up to his eyes, his torso as muscular as ever. “Remind me how big you are, baby." I slid my hands up his thighs and wrapped my fingers around his cock, settling into that familiar feeling of control.
I kissed the tip of his hard cock, right at his piercing. Goddamn, my fiancé had a dick piercing. His personality, his past, hiswork,his background,hisdick piercing—none of it should have worked between us. But we didn’t just work; we thrived together.
I slid his length into my mouth, never breaking eye contact. The piercing hit the back of my throat, and I paused, flooding my mouth with saliva. I licked him like an ice cream too, soaking all of him. I pushed his cock down my throat again, suffocating myself. That moment of danger was pure bliss.
But I wanted him to force it in. I placed his hand on the back of my head, encouraging him with my doe eyes. Kirill drove it in deep, rendering me breathless, just like I wanted.
Faster and rougher, my moans were interrupted every time he plunged inside my mouth. My tongue caressed the underside of his big, beautiful cock every time he withdrew. I was soaked in sweat, and the concoction of my saliva and his pre-cum dripped off my chin, adding to the mess. It was nonstop and so hot that I craned my neck to be able to take more—to take everything.
"Fuck, baby, give me more. You know how I like it," I begged on my knees, my lungs fighting for air. This time he was far less considerate, yanking my hair back and shoving his cock deep inside my throat while he praised me.
“Such a good girl. You know how to please me, baby,” he breathed, never pausing his rough fucking of my throat. My eyes in the back of my head, my pussy soaked, I gagged, but he gave me only a few seconds of rest. Again and again, my throat accommodated his length and girth with great effort until he got what he wanted.
He pulled out, giving me a chance to rest. I slumped down onto my hands, my skin tingling in a most delicious way. But he was already pulling me up and back onto the bench, spreading my legs before I could even open my eyes.
He dominated me exactly how I wanted, his strong body an inch away from me. His thick tip right up against my entrance, he gave me no time to adjust, thrusting in with no warning and making me see stars.
“Ugh, fuuuuuuck!” The loud yelp left my lips just as hishand landed on the back of my neck and pushed my body further into him.
