Page 52 of The Tsar's Obsession
Ever so gently and with the perfect amount of pressure, his lips and tongue traveled up and down my opening, landing on my clit while his fingers moved inside me, in and out, mercilessly and relentlessly. He ate me out like his whole life depended on it.
And it did. The precarious balance of love, lust, need, and survival was building itself around us, chaining us both to a life where one couldn’t survive without the other.
I lost all sense of self as his lips and tongue caressed me, filled me up with life energy, and slowly, but surely, unraveled all the pleasure inside. I heard my own voice pleading, whispering words of affirmation with every stroke of his tongue.
Faster, he worked so diligently, reading every sign of my body to bring me to ecstasy until I exploded, and the entire universe floated away, leaving me with only one word on the tip of my tongue: his name.
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Mymindwasmolasses,my soul was hers, and my body was ready to fulfill her every wish. The night we spent together felt like a gulp of water after a long drought, but this…this was an oasis, ensuring my survival.
“Will you come in my mouth,Sunshine? Or do you want me to beg for that too?” Mia taunted, on her knees in front of me and unbuttoning my shorts with wild need, halting my thoughts with her question.
Her tantalizing body was right in front of me, every inch, every curve carved by God himself. I looked her over slowly, feeling drunk and helpless while her power over me grew stronger with every passing second. Her skin was soft and radiant, and she was here for me, willingly asking for what she wanted, begging for more, making my hunger for her only stronger.
I already belonged to her, but this day had completely sealed my fate. Her sensuality, her body, and her spirit broke everything within me, and I was ready to stand on my knees in front of her for all eternity, obediently waiting for what she would tell me to do.
The complete opposite of what I imagined happened. It wasn’t me who she belonged to. It wasn’t me who corrupted her.It wasn’t me who owned her. Without doing much at all, Mia put a leash…onme.
“Yeah? You never did it the first time,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling the material of my soaked shirt and ripping it off my body with strength I never suspected she had. “I’ll take it so good, baby, I promise.” Her voice—so gentle and pleading. Her eyes—virtuous and sincere—were a complete contrast to her filthy words. “Come down my throat, give me everything, just like you promised.”
Every single syllable that left her lips was making me harder and draining all blood away from my brain. I rose to my feet, and Mia didn’t waste any time, stripping me with an untamed fire in her hazel eyes.
Fuck, her manicured fingers grazed my entire length, and like a professional porn star, she dramatically stuck out her tongue and licked the precum; our eyes locked. “Fuck, it’s so big, baby,” she pouted dramatically. “Make me cry.” My eyes wide, afraid to miss a second, I watched my cock disappear in her mouth and hit the back of her throat. My entire body blazed at her stifled moan.
Mia, a girl I pined after for almost a decade, licked and sucked on my cock like she was depraved for years. Jesus fuck, I couldn’t blink, my eyes glued to the woman of my dreams delivering a mind-altering blowjob. Her tongue slid on the underside, and her lips stretched to accommodate me, and I decided that yes, I would give her what she asked for.
My fingers tangled in her soaked hair, and I pushed her head into me, sliding down her throat farther, making her eyes roll back. Goddamn, this was alltoofucking good; I wouldn’t last long.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I breathed out, half frozen at the sight. “So fucking greedy. Mhm, just like that, Sunshine.”
I fucked Mia’s mouth just like she asked. Tears rolled down her cherry cheeks, and her stifled moans shot fireworks through all of me, but I didn’t stop, taking everything from her. Mia never pulled back, never backeddown. She took it so well, just like she promised. Her grip tightened around the base of my cock, twisting it and squeezing every drop of self-restraint from me.
On the verge, I tried to pull out, but like the little vixen that she was, she wrapped her arm tightly around my thigh, rendering me stuck and three seconds away from busting right down her throat.
The most overpowering wave of rapture hit me as I came right in her mouth and on her tongue. Before she could even open her eyes, I pulled her hair back and kept her mouth open with my other hand, watching my cum glisten on her tongue, in her mouth, and on her lips.
Mine, she was irrevocably mine.
“Show me, Sunshine,” I asked, completely out of breath and strength. “Swallow and show me who you belong to.”
Mia obeyed, panting with her mouth open. With a dangerous look in her eyes, her tongue pulled back and she licked her lips, gulping down every drop of my cum, never breaking eye contact.
I collapsed on my knees drew her into me, hungrily landing my lips on hers and any other part of her body that I could reach. “Mine, baby,” I promised her. “You’re mine. Never forget that.”
After I met Mia, I spent years trying to let her go, but those few minutes of infatuation with her had completely altered my fate. I dated and had casual sex, but it all felt unsatisfying and empty. I couldn’t find a woman who could give me the same high I experienced in the fleeting moment with Mia.
There was no one who made me feel alive, and every woman I slept with felt like a doll, unreal and repulsive. Only Mia made my skin burn. And now, she was in my arms, infiltrating every cell of my body and brain.
I hadn't touched a woman in four long years. After I met Mia, I spent time with women who were her opposite, justifying to myself that I didn't want anyone to tarnish her image, but at some point, I stopped dating completely.
They all bored me and made me want to kill myself. I was alone and happy because I knew I wouldhave Mia. My woman, my angel, my sunshine, she was waiting for me just like I was for her; she just didn't know it.
The entire nine years that I watched her, I lived with anxiety. What if she fell in love with someone before I could get to her? But in the back of my mind, or rather, deep in my heart, I knew we would be together. After her last long-term relationship ended—an event I celebrated—she hadn’t spent time with any man consistently. She was waiting for me.
