Page 84 of The Ripper

“Kneel,” I whispered in her ear as I tangled my fingers in her hair.

She moaned when I wrapped it around my fist and slowly got down on her knees in front of me. I felt the darkness knocking as she looked up at me through those black, thick lashes, bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

I had been so wrong.

Arella with a gun in her hand couldn’t rise to the level of Arella on her knees, completely naked, and I was tempted to take a picture to have that image forever.

“What will you do now?” I asked as I pushed a strand of hair out of her face, pressing my thumb to her lips for a moment.

Curious to see what she would do, I gave her no further instructions, although her eyes seemed to silently beg for directions. After a few seconds that felt like hours, she slowly raised her hands to my belt and unbuckled it. When her fingers trembled on my zipper, I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I felt the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth.

She took a deep breath, then pulled down my jeans, along with my boxers, freeing my erection, which unintentionally slapped against her cheek.

She didn’t laugh this time. Instead, she looked at it with wide eyes, as if petrified by it. Her eyebrows drew together for a second before she tilted her head upwards.

“I’m beginning to think you’re not human. Did you know that the average penis size in America is 6 inches?”

My eyes widened, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from bursting into laughter.

“I’m Russian,” I gritted my teeth.

“The Russian average is 5.2 inches,” she arched an eyebrow, and I could see how amused she was by the situation.

Brat.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, then bent down to her face and whispered over her lips.

“A mobster with an above-average-sized dick and a good little doctor. They should write books about how fun our sex life will be,” I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and bit down on it. “But knowing that, are you sure you want to talk to me about how much you know about the size of other men’s dicks? Because I’m not above using mine to erase all those averages from your head.”

She swallowed audibly, then shook her head, and I softened my grip on her hair, but didn’t move away from her face.

“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now,” I brushed my fingers over her cheek, looking for any signs of uncertainty in her eyes.

“I want it,” she licked her lips, and that sight made my head spin.

I straightened up and pressed the tip to her full lips, whereupon she opened her mouth in the most seductive way possible, without moving those maddening eyes away from mine. That cursed look shook my entire world. I was too far gone, spilling at the seams as I thrust into her mouth until she couldn’t take me anymore.

She gagged, struggling to breathe through her nose and I pulled back just enough for her to catch her breath before I thrust again.

Her nails dug into my thighs and my head fell back, a deep groan escaping me.

I was going insane.

“I want to know who you are,” I whispered so low I could barely hear myself, but her eyes snapped up to me, as she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking me to the back of her throat again, as if to make me forget about what I said.

It worked, because the next few moves made my entire being shake.

Six years had passed since I first laid eyes on her, but only three since I hadn’t so much as looked at another woman, let alone touched one, because that day on the plane changed something. The grazes she left on me marked my ending. Three years of celibacy. Three years since I last had a mouth wrapped around my cock, and when I looked down at the one who made my skin burn, I remembered what I thought about that day on the plane.

“A glass of scotch and a woman’s lips wrapped around my cock.”

The glass of scotch was missing, but Arella’s mouth was the most scorching alcohol on the planet, and if I died at that moment, I would have welcomed hell with open arms.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well,” I praised, and her eyes sparkled with fatal determination, which was about to shatter every cell in my body. “So fucking perfect.”

She started moving her head back and forth without my guidance, rather clumsily at first, but as my groans grew louder, she gained confidence. She met each of my thrusts in the middle, her tongue running over the tip with every move. When she clawed at my thighs and took me as deep as she could, swallowing around me a few times, my entire being shook.

“Trakhnut’ menya,I’m going to…”

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