Page 107 of Jump on Three

He shuddered, and his eyes fell closed. “Never. But I predict you will kill me.” Then he let go of my head, and I continued.

He was smooth on my tongue, soft yet steely hard. He resumed his hold on me, but it was gentle, and he wasn’t stopping me.

A connection.

The bead of liquid on his tip was salty and thick. Not my favorite. I nearly gagged but stopped myself, certain Ivan would put an end to this entire thing if I did, and I wanted him.

Once I got past the initial taste, the rest of him was fresh and clean, and I liked how he felt on my tongue. I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, but I had studied books and diagrams and listened to my friends discuss this topic, so I wasn’t completely clueless.

And judging by the deep, guttural groans Ivan continually produced, he liked what I was doing.

Going deep didn’t work for me. My throat rejected him as soon as he touched me deeper than mid tongue. I breathed through it, gripping him in my fist and working the top part of his cock with my mouth. I hummed like he did, telling him without words how much I liked this.

He stroked my hair so sweetly, whispering heady words of encouragement and praise. I wanted more of that from him, so I continued pumping him in my fist, swirling my tongue around the head of him. He rocked into my mouth, never going too hard or deep, but having him respond to me that way empowered me.

I slid my hand down his hip, curving beneath him to his backside. Squeezing him, I urged him forward to give me more.

“Evelyn, angel, you are so fucking beautiful.” His words slurred together like he’d taken several shots of vodka and his tongue was a few sizes too big. “I’m so close. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. You don’t want that.”

I did not stop—and not because I wanted his cum on my tongue. One taste was enough for me to know it wasn’t for me. I did, however, want his cum spilling all over me.

A few more pumps and Ivan tugged my hair, drawing me off his cock. Keeping him in my grip, I looked up at him.

“Where do you want to come on me?”

The look he gave me seemed anguished, but that couldn’t have been right.

“No, I—”

He was thrusting into my hand in earnest, clutching my shoulders for dear life.

“My chest,” I decided, arching my breasts toward him. “Come on my chest, Ivan. Let me see it dripping off my nipples.”

That did it. His hand covered mine, moving me at a brutal pace, jerking his cock almost violently. My breath caught as I watched his face contort with pleasure, but I had to tear my attention away when the first spurt of liquid heat landed on my skin.

My teeth dug into my bottom lip as he covered my breasts and upper stomach with his pleasure. White pools dotted me all over, gravity turning them into streams.

I fell onto the bed beside him when he was finished, and he immediately propped himself up on his elbow to look me over.

“Look at what you did,” I scolded. “What a mess.”

“Shit, Evelyn. I’m sorry. Let me clean you up. I didn’t mean…I—”

“Ivan,” I snapped. “Stop freaking out and look at me.”

I wasn’t one to snap, but his reaction bothered me. I wasn’t some delicate flower who would instantly fall apart after a messy sex act. Yes, I’d just learned that about myself, but I did not like Ivan assuming I couldn’t handle something I’d asked for.

His eyes darted to mine, and I forced myself to smile even though I was a little unhappy.

“Look at my tits,” I said softly. “Do they look pretty?”

He hesitated, but only for a second or two before tracing his gaze downward. What he saw elicited another groan from him and a litany of Russian curses I’d yet to learn.

Finally, he raised his head again. “Pretty doesn’t cover it. Have I died and gone to heaven?”

“No, this isn’t heaven.” I wiggled a little, showing off for him. “You just covered your own personal angel in cum, that’s all.”

His head dropped, and his hot, jagged exhale brushed across my abdomen.

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