Page 27 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

“Your mouth. Open.”

My eyes opened slowly, seeing his fingers hovering just beside my mouth. I hesitated only a moment before obeying. The taste of myself on his fingers was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Debasing. Dehumanizing. Humiliating. And yet, my pussy ached with how turned on it made me.

“Tell me how you taste.” His fingers pulled out of my mouth, resuming their position between my thighs, diving back inside of me as he found my g-spot without even having to try. Twisting, turning, pressing, over and over, he pushed me until I could hardly think straight.

And then it stopped.

He didn’t pull out. He just… stopped.

“What?” I asked, confusion marring any rational thought.

“Tell me how you taste,” he repeated. The tone of his voice, so commanding and domineering, sent shivers down my spine.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I sassed through the haze of my arousal. Apparently, not even being fingered to within an inch of my life by a ridiculously sexy Russian veteran could turn that part of me off.

Immediately, his fingers left my needy pussy. His hand came down sharply on my ass. I yelped, flinching from the spark of pain that bloomed into pleasure over my already raw skin.

“I said tell me.” His words left no room for argument.

Begrudgingly, I answered, “Sweet, a little musky, and… I don’t know what else.” Words failed me as his fingers slipped back inside of me, teasing me back to the brink.

“Delightful,” he purred, his fingers slipping back out to tease my clit. Soft and achingly slow, he circled my nub until my legs began to tremble. “You really are going to cum for me, aren’t you, princess? From no more than this? What a pathetic little thing you are.”

I hated myself for how much his humiliating words thrilled and excited me. I could only nod, my face buried in the bedding as he literally pulled the orgasm from my body, my back arching as my cries echoed through the room.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, so softly I could barely hear him. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Ithought he was going to fuck me, to take me right here and now. Instead, he knelt behind me.

“I know you’re the worst at following directions. In fact, I bet you won’t be able to follow this simple instruction. Stay still. Completely still,” he commanded, his hands tracing the lines of my legs and hips up and down leisurely.

Gentle pressure against the inside of my ankles begged me to spread wider. Hands moved over my ass, pulling my cheeks apart to the point I blushed. But when his tongue found my core, tasting me from behind, all thoughts of humiliation or worry fled my mind.

“Oh, God!” I cried out, my hands gripping the bedding tightly as his tongue found my clit, circling slowly just as his fingers had done moments ago. Hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly against his face as he devoured me.

Lips curled around my clit, sucking my most sensitive spot into his mouth as his tongue flicked back and forth, driving me insane.

“Niko!” I screamed as a second orgasm crashed over me. No warning, no slow build, as he’d done before. This was brutal. Raw. Forceful.

I was quickly learning that many things in Niko’s world were forceful. He was powerful. A force to be reckoned with.

His tongue delved inside of me, tasting me from the very source of my pleasure. Like a cat with a bowl of cream, he feasted on me. One orgasm crashed into another, my hands gripping the bed sheets for dear life,my screams of passion echoing throughout the room again and again.

I suddenly remembered that we werenotthe only people in the house. Mortification heated my cheeks. Hell, they must be as red as my ass cheeks after his spanking. Quickly grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, I muffled my cries of pleasure into that as his tongue wreaked havoc on my over-sensitized clit.

“No!” he shouted against my pussy.

I grew quiet, confused by what he was upset with.

“Remove the pillow,” he commanded with a growl.

“But they will hear me.” I lifted my head, hissing the words at him.

“Princess, they already heard you,” he chuckled darkly. “Now that they’ve heard you, let’s make sure they remember it.” His growl of desire vibrated against my lower lips before his tongue found my clit again, devouring me with renewed fervor.

My toes curled as he flicked, licked, and laved his way over my most sensitive parts, teasing me into yet another orgasm. How many could one person have before passing out? Something told me I was about to find out.

“I cannot get enough of you. Christ, woman. Your cum is like life’s elixir. Now, let’s give you arealorgasm, shall we?”

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