Page 111 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

“Or I’ll have to take control,” he pushed back, but before the words had barely left his lips, or he could even try to say more on the matter, I cut him off by pressing my lips against the tip of his cock. My tongue swiped out, licking the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I groaned at the taste of him: salty and purely masculine. I needed to taste him.

“Maddy… fuck…” His groan of unadulterated need was music to my ears. This is what I wanted, more than anything. To make him lose his mind, the way he’d done for me so many times. I smiled to myself, then taking his length firmly in one hand, I licked, slowly and sensually, from the base of his well-groomed cock all the way up to the tip. His groan lengthened into a moan, and I smiled from ear to ear.

His head dropped back on the pillow, and I swore I couldhearhis eyes roll back in his head with pleasure as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. One hand still gripping him firmly at the base, I added suction and began swirling my tongue just below the tip, right at the most sensitive place on his cock. His entire body twitched, spurring me to increase my efforts.

I allowed some saliva to drip down his length and used that for lubrication as I began stroking him steadily, never pulling my mouth off of his head. I knew that I was not bad at giving blow jobs by any stretch of theimagination, but I was determined that this would be the best one I’d ever given. I wasn’t going to stop until he forgot his damn name, even if it killed me.

I glanced up as I felt him repositioning, watching as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. My perspective, looking up the length of his hardened abs, over the sleek curves of his pecs, and up to his face — which was a mask of barely restrained need — would have driven me to distraction if I had not been so committed to the task at hand.

“Yes, love, just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven. Don’t stop!” He said hoarsely, and I nodded up at him, batting my eyelashes coquettishly. He cursed under his breath, and I giggled around his cock, which only made him twitch with pleasure again.

I began bobbing up and down along his length, slowly growing accustomed to the feel of him filling my mouth and stretching my jaw. His girth made the act a challenge, but it was one I was more than happy to overcome. Up and down I rocked, steadily taking him a bit deeper with each movement. The taste of his pre-cum leaking into my mouth only drove me to an even greater need.

I needed to please him.

I needed to make him lose his composure completely.

I needed, desperately, to make him cum.

I came off of his cock with an audiblepopand resumed stroking him enthusiastically with one hand while I grinned up at him. He moaned louder, and his cock leaked profusely, twitching in time with my strokes. Time to egg him on a bit. “Oh, is the big, strong man readyto blow his load already?” I teased. “Do you think you can hold back for me for just a little longer?”

I knew I was pushing my luck, but I couldn’t help it. A brat’s gonna brat, after all.

“You little minx. Do I need to — ohfuck!” Whatever else he was planning to say was lost as I took him in my mouth again, this time much deeper. I relaxed my throat and accepted the whole length of him until my nose was pressed against his abdomen.

I swear he almost passed out. The noise he made, half moan and half choking on his own tongue, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. I pulled off of him, gagging slightly and panting heavily, and let my tongue hang out of my mouth as a rope of saliva connected it to the tip of his cock. I looked up at him with a face full of almost feral need and saw an answering need, primal in its ferocity, fill his face.

“Now, be a good boy, and cum for me.”

I dropped my head back down and took him in my mouth once again, repeating my earlier actions. It was difficult not to gag completely around him, and I couldn’t hold my breath for very long, but I bobbed rhythmically, taking his entire length over and over as I felt him writhe under me. I don’t know what came over me, but I wasn’t going to fight it. I needed this. I needed to do this, more than anything else I’d ever done.

I reached one hand up and pressed against his stomach, feeling the chiseled ridges there as I held him down. My other hand came up to grip him again, and I began jerking him off vigorously, my hand slipping easily over his well-lubricated hardness as my mouth stayedfirmly in place over the upper third of his cock, bobbing quickly.

“M-Maddy… fuck, fuck, oh fuck me! I’m going to… I’m… yes!” He roared, and I felt his cock stiffen even more in my hand — if that was even possible — before hot spurts of thick cum began shooting into my mouth, filling it and inundating my tongue with his salty, musky taste. The taste that was purely him.

I waited until I was sure he was done, then finally released him, lifting myself to kneel before him, my butt resting on my heels. I made quite a show of cleaning every last drop of cum from my lips with a finger, then licked that finger before audibly swallowing with a grin.

Then I looked down at him.

He lay there, panting like he’d just run a marathon, looking up at me with a mixture of awe and adoration that I foundverysatisfactory. Mission accomplished, it would seem.

“Kiss me,” he urged me, desperation dripping from each word. I could feel his dominance simmering just beneath the surface. He was almost vibrating with it. I knew that my time was limited, just as his patience was. He was holding on to his control by a thread, and I could feel it as deeply as I felt my own desires.

“I just swallowed your cum, Niko,” I scoffed playfully, still holding myself just out of his reach.

“Do I look like I fucking care?” His breath was still labored after his orgasm, his body almost melting into the bed. But that didn’t stop him from sitting up and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss — even if he did have to grunt as he sat up.

“I cannot get enough of you, Maddy,” he groaned into the kiss. I could not get enough of him, either. He tasted like heaven and I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would find the sizzling heat of sin when he slid inside of me again.

Our lips parted, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. There weren’t many men, in my experience, who would crave their own taste on a woman’s lips. But not every man was Niko. Not by a long shot.

He hissed as my hand slid over his cock, and he immediately pulled it away from his sensitive length as our lips parted. I couldn’t help it. I pouted, my lips curling downward against his.

“I want you more than anything, Maddy, but give me a moment,” he begged of me.What was it about his begging that turned me on like crazy? The only thing better was his perfect, strict commands. Christ, his dominance was like a drug I never wanted to recover from.

“Not up for round two?” I teased him playfully. He chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest as he peppered kisses over my lips. With a growl, he nipped at my lower lip, making me groan with desire.

“Oh, I’m up for round two. Trust me. Just give me a little time,” he chuckled, deep and low.

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