Page 31 of Mr. Bossy

I didn’t know what to say to that.“I’m not that sore,” is what I settled on.Him ignoring my pussy for the rest of the day felt like a punishment.

“Don’t worry, lapochka.You’re never too sore for a good tongue fuck, so of course I won’t keep my mouth off that delectable pussy.”

My face was flushed as we walked from the elevator to the resort’s largest banquet hall.

“What does lapochka mean?”

“It means you’re sweet, and you’re mine.”

His answer was unexpected and made me feel warm all over.“Do you call all of your lovers that?” I asked him.Yes, I was fishing.

He smiled, running a hand over my hair.“No.It’s an endearment I’ve only ever used on you.Do you like that?”

I fucking loved it.“Yes,” I breathed.

“Behave yourself,” he told me sternly.

“Are you sure you really want me to?”

“Certainly not.”

The reception turned out to be perversely enjoyable.No, I didn’t want anything to do with the bride, but I loved to dance, and so did Kashnikov.I was in his arms for hours, dance after dance, fast or slow.We were all over each other, touching, kissing, moving together.It was my idea of the perfect evening.

I wanted it to last forever.

He was behind me, and we were dancing to a slow and sultry beat.

He had one hand buried in my hair, gripping lightly, his free hand moving down, fingers feather soft as he found a bare patch of skin in one of the cutouts over my abdomen.He rubbed his nose against my neck and just breathed me in, fingers tracing, but not moving beyond one small, exposed patch of skin.As though he was happy to do nothing more than that, he just stayed that way, letting our bodies move to the beat as he held me like that.

I relaxed into him, enjoying the contact, finding comfort in it.I loved how he touched me.Whether it was all for show or not, I found a strange peace in it, a serenity under those hands of his that set me on fire.

“I could dance with you all night,” he murmured into my ear.“But my cock has other ideas.”

I knew it did.It had been rubbing against me for hours, blatant and hard, and brazen as you please.

I glanced around at the other dancers.Some sets of eyes were on us, and I realized that I enjoyed that.Let them watch.

I looked up at the bridal dais, and found the bride watching us, her expression sullen.Her husband was saying something to her, and she seemed to barely notice him.

I leaned more heavily against Kashnikov.“What did your cock have in mind?” I asked him, voice thick with desire.I loved dancing, but I’d about reached my limit.

I wanted him again.

He made a sound in my ear, one of pleasure, and I nearly melted into a puddle of liquid desire at his feet.

I felt his hard erection grind into my ass as he spoke, “These,” he breathed, the hand that had been playing at my belly gliding up and plunging into the cutout at my cleavage.With no shame or remorse whatsoever, he reached into my dress and fondled me right there on the dance floor.“I’m going to fuck these gorgeous tits first.I need to rub myself all over them, titty fuck them and cover them with my cum.”

As he spoke, he kneaded at me with his hand, making me tremble with desire.“Then I’m going to lick you, top to bottom,” he continued, playing with one agitated nipple.“Your tits, your cunt.I’m going to suck on your clit and tongue your sweet little asshole.And then I’m going to shove my bare, thick cock in there.I’m going to fuck your ass and spurt cum all over you.Any objections?”

I was panting, my knees weak, I wanted him so bad.“Can we go now?” I asked.

He chuckled into my ear, humping his hard cock against me from behind, his hand gripping my sensitive, aching breast.“I thought you’d never ask.”

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