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And that’s what makes me want more.

Once I’m spent, I push through my exhaustion to sit up, urging him to get beneath me. I straddle his lap as I stroke his cock, teasing his return.

He tries to take over and I shake my head, whispering, “No, Pavel. Let me return the favor…”

Chapter Seventeen

Pavel

Her eyes are glowing while her lips move as though entranced. What she says drifts through one ear and out the other.

And then back again.

She smiles with eyes half closed, tongue poking out in that usual concentration as her fingers slide over my shaft. I grip her hips and roll her toward my cock, watching lustfully as her pussy inches closer to me.

But just as we’re about to touch, she pulls back.

I peer up at her to see her glowing with mischief.

Much like a fox.

I glare playfully while reaching for her neck. “Down.”

She shakes her head. “Not yet.”

How far will she take this?

Is she feisty today, or will she always wrestle for control?

She leans forward and parts her lips, releasing a line of drool that slowly descends toward the head of my cock. When the saliva makes contact, she slides her thumb over the tip of my cock to smear the fluid into my skin. I practically bust from just watching her do that.

“And you called me a tease.” I groan when she grips my cock. “Lisichka.”

“You like it.”

My eyelids flutter while she strokes me. I’m barely hanging on by a thread when she finally shimmies to the ground. The tip of my cock brushes her lips. She’s still grinning like she has the upper hand, unaware of the fact that I’m simply allowing her to take the lead.

Her tongue dances over the tip and I groan, following every lap she makes around the head. She swallows me while holding my gaze, her eyelids shuddering every so often, but refusing to blink. It’s like she wants to see everything, to know what her mouth does to me.

And it’s truly a sight to behold.

As I thread my fingers into her hair, she grabs my wrists and pins them to my thighs. She bows forward and gags on my cock, saliva dripping from her lips when she finally surfaces for air. Without using her hands, she angles me back into her mouth and sucks generously, coating all the sensitive areas of my shaft with one slurp.

I’m overwhelmed by her skill when she rises to straddle me to tease my cock with her wet pussy. She’s aching for me all over again. I know that desperate look, that hungry mewl. It’s a sign of her unending desire, a signal of how far over the edge she’s slipping. Just as her pussy swallows the head, I grab her hips, growling when she snatches my hands away.

She pins my wrists to the chair. “It’smyturn.”

Every push for control ends with her doing the same thing. And while it strikes a nerve, it impresses me how committed she is to keeping her power. I relinquish enough for her to grapple and watch her unfold, her rugged determination melting into beautiful agony.

That expression alone could get me off.

I thrust eagerly as she rides me, leaning forward to suck her nipple into my mouth. She releases my wrists and cradles me to her chest while I clutch her ass. A few thrusts later, I’m sputtering inside her, shooting tendrils of cum until I’m exhausted. She doesn’t bother untangling herself from my body. She slumps forward instead, panting for air while aftershocks ripple between us.

A small smile rests on my face as I stroke her spine. It’s just me and her. The air clicks on, a light draft kissing my forehead that makes me moan with relief. When she lifts her head, her lips replace the draft and I moan again, relief infecting me in every way.

The moment she lifts herself from my cock is the moment I get cold again.

I grunt, “Couch.”

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