Page 85 of Sinful Betrayal

My fingernails claw at his shoulders as I desperately try to ease some of the ache building between my thighs.

“I’m right here,lapochka.” He bites down on my neck.

I cry out at the sharp pain, but then his tongue gently licks at the hurt.

“Stand up for me, Nina, so I can get you out of these clothes.”

Anton peels off my clothes piece by piece, kissing along every bare inch of skin he uncovers until I’m so wet and aching for him that I’m practically sobbing with need.

As he finally pulls down my panties, his face inches from my pussy, I sink my fingers into his hair, and he takes that as his cue to lean forward and lick along my center, tasting just how ready for him I am.

“Christ, Nina,” he hisses before sinking his tongue inside me.

My legs almost buckle, and I grip his shoulders to steady myself as he continues to fuck me with his tongue.

His stubble feels incredible against my pussy, and I grind against his face, so desperate for more.

“Fuck, that it’s,” he grunts.

“Anton…”

He runs his tongue along my pussy before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking on the sensitive bud.

His fingers quickly replace his tongue and before I can catch my breath, my orgasm hits, and I’m screaming with pleasure.

“Do you know how hard it is for me not to come in my fucking boxers when you make those noises?” He climbs to his feet and wraps me in his arms. “It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”

My body is limp with pleasure as Anton lifts me in his arms and sets me down on the bed before removing his boxers.

When he settles himself between my thighs, I push against him so that he rolls onto his back, and I climb on top of him.

“Like this?” His fingers dig into my hips.

I nod as I reach for his cock and line him up with my entrance, sliding his slick tip back and forth through my folds.

“Easy, Nina. Take it slowly,lapochka.”

I lower myself onto his thick cock.

My body shudders as I sink down on him all the way.

I brace my hands on his chest as I take a breath, trying to adjust to the size of him.

“So fucking tight,” Anton groans. “I think you’re made for me, Nina.”

“Yes,” I pant as I rock my hips. “I’m yours.”

Anton’s eyes darken, and he lifts me off his cock.

“That’s it,lapochka, ride my cock,” he growls as he pulls me back down, filling me once more.

“Anton.” I slowly lift myself off again.

He grips me by the hips and slams me back down as he thrusts upwards, the tip of his cock hitting me so deep that my eyes roll back.

His muscles flex beneath my fingertips as we increase our pace, both of us panting and moaning as our release builds.

I’m so wet from my previous release that the sound of Anton sliding in and out of me has my cheeks heating, but it only seems to add to Anton’s enjoyment.

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