Page 43 of Cookie: Part One
“Mmm, da.” He turns on the flexible wire light on the table, moving it to shine on my pussy. “Zhis pussy is red and svollen. It needs break, da?” he teases as he gently fingers me. “But vhat a vulgar pussy it is, veeping pretty tears, begging for me to put it out its misery.” He pouts, kissing it. “Does it hurt, Pechenye?”
“A… a little,” I answer honestly, biting my lip.
“I understand… zhen I should make sveet love to ze pussy vit my tongue, and make my Pechenye meow like kitten, and sleep like baby.”I don’t know why his words always leave me breathless...
“O— HHHNNNGGGNNN!” I flop back, gasping, at a loss for words. This man’s tongue! The roughness of it, its width and length are unlike anything I’ve had the pleasure of gracing my pussy. “Ughnnn!” I whimper, grasping his shoulders, shaking as his tongue slides in and out, lapping over my entire pussy lips and slurping up my juices. “YES, MISHA!”
“You always taste so sveet, Pechenye.” He drags his tongue to my clitto my pussyhole, twirling his tongue, making me seize and roll my eyes to the back of my head.
“Fuck, Mikh—” The tap on my ass almost stings worse than when Nadya spanked my pussy.
“Address me properly,” he mutters, voice muffled between my lips as he sucks my wetness in the nastiest and mostdisrespectful way.
“Huuuggnnn! Jesus!”
“No, Pechenye. Just Misha.”
“M-MISHA!” I scream and he groans, nodding his head, pulling away, smirking at me.
“Good girl, Pechenye. You alvays listen so vell.” Hespits on my clit, tongue fucking me softly, each stroke fucking me up even more. It feels so good. I’m losing my mind… no, I’ve already lost my mind, and I don’t care to find it. I’m so fucking happy being in his fucked up aura.
“MORE, MISHA!” I whimper, heart beating out of control as I grind against his tongue like a bitch in heat.
“Oh, you vant to use me now?” he smirks. “Like my mouzh belongs to you?”
“I… it does,” I pant. “Y-you do b-belong t-to me!”
“Zhen ride it, Pechenye,” he chuckles sinisterly. “Take vhat you vant from me.Ownme.”
“I… I o-own you?” I whisper, heart sputtering in my chest.
“Da, fucking right.You,” he grits out. “Ownme…” the words send a massive shock down my spine, that goes straight to my pussy.I own Misha… I, me, Constance OWNS MIKHAIL…
My pussy tightens around his tongue, my body thrums, my ears ring, and my breath grows short and choppy.I like it… I…I swallow, feeling half out of my mind, practically drooling as if he and I are connected deeper than sex in this moment. Even if it sounds stupid…I love it.
“M-Master… I love owning you.” I smile down at him and he goes still, looking up at me. In my delirious state of mind, I see his pupils go blood red.
“So sveet,” he groans. “So fucking sveet. I can’t get enough. You’re an addiction, Pechenye… You and zhis pussy vere made for me. You hear me?Zhispussy…” He takes a massive lick. “Mine.Say it.”
“Y-yours!”
“Louder.”
“YOURS, MISHA! I”M YOURS!”
“Da, da, good girl. Now fall apart for me,” he demands, and lord help me, I jerk, pussy pulsing against his rough tongue.
“FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS. UUUGGGHHHHHHHNNNNNN! MIIIISSSSSSHHHHHHAAAAAAAA YEEESSSSS!” I scream, clawing at his body, drawing blood, trying to run away from the onslaught of pleasure, but he just follows, grabbing my thighs,locking me in place and burying his face deeper, grunting like he’s high off my pleasure.
“I’m not done,” he growls. “You don’t stop vhen body tells you stop. You cumuntil I say it’s over,” he grits. His tongue isslow,teasing, barely brushing my clit. “I vant you to cry for it,” he says, licking mesoftly.Cruel.
I quiver breathless on the table, pussy sputtering cum, leaking like a broken faucet. I look down at him, feeling so fucking good, sore pussy singing at the relief as his cool, rough tongue massages it.
“M-more,” I moan greedily.
“You vant more after you beg Misha to eat you properly?” He kisses my inner thighs as I pant hungrily, running my tongue over my lips and sobbing.
“Please, Misha.” He hums, dipping two fingers in like he’stesting the heat,then curling them.
