Page 59 of Ivory Oath

I arch a brow. “Then you better keep my hands busy.”

He grips my neck, his fingers pressing into my spine while his thumb settles over my pulse. When his lips press against mine, I’m sure he can feel my heart rate pick up. It’s why his lips are tilted into a smug smile.

That smile is why I pull away so I’m kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Finally, a flicker of surprise.

“That was a good idea,” I tell him, dragging his zipper down slowly, “but I had something else in mind.”

He’s already rock hard and I have to fight through a fresh wave of nerves when I pull him free of his boxers.

I lean forward and his cock twitches in anticipation. When I press a kiss to the base of him, his thighs flex.

I drag my tongue along his underside, pressing wet kisses everywhere except the swollen head of him. That’s on purpose. After a few passes, Mikhail knows it.

“Viviana…” he warns, fisting a hand in the hair at the base of my neck.

His corded neck is taut. There are red splotches high on his chiseled cheeks. He looks like he’s seconds away from popping an aneurysm.

“Huh?” I mumble, too busy flicking my tongue along his length to enunciate. I stop short of where he’s shiny from precum and meet his eyes.

They are black and searing.

“Don’t give me that innocent, doe-eyed look,” he growls. “You know what you’re doing. You also want it as much as I do.”

He’s not wrong. Teasing him has left my panties a mess.

“Now,” he orders, wrapping my hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, “open that pretty mouth and let me fuck it.”

I want him too much to even attempt to argue. I press up onto my knees and take him between my lips.

Everything in Mikhail relaxes as soon as he’s in my mouth. He groans, his hold on my hair loosening and his head tipping back against the couch.

He’s fucked me out of my own head more than enough times. It’s only right I do the same for him.

I wrap my hand around his base, pumping in time with my mouth. When I glance up, Mikhail is watching me again. He brushes his thumb over my cheek, eyes glazed over as he watches me work. When he starts lifting his hips in time with my movements, I remove my hand and take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

My eyes water when he touches the back of my throat, but the awe written on his face is all the motivation I need to stay there.

“Fuck, Viviana.” He palms the front of my neck. “You look so good swallowing my cock.”

I pull back for a breath, but before I can take him again, Mikhail lifts me up and settles me on his lap.

“Hey,” I complain, wiggling against the erection pressed firmly against my ass. “I wasn’t done.”

Mikhail captures my mouth, silencing my argument with his tongue. Then he lifts me over him and slides deep inside of me, silencing any further arguments.

I moan, arching back as he stretches me. The second he’s seated inside of me, he hooks my useless legs over his shoulders and stands up.

I yelp and cling to his neck, but Mikhail doesn’t falter. He holds me like I weigh nothing and bounces me against him.

A string of incoherent curse words rush out of me. Somehow, I went from being in control to not being able to move a single muscle… And I’ve never been happier.

All I can do is cling to Mikhail’s thick shoulders as he grips my hips and slams me against him again and again. The sound of slapping skin and my cries echoes around the room.

“Take off your shirt,” he orders, still pistoning in and out of me.

I’m nervous to let go of him, but Mikhail has a tight hold on me. I lean back, at a perfect ninety-degree angle from his body, and ease his XL t-shirt over my head.

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