Page 16 of Brazen King

“Good girl,” I purr, and to my delight, color infuses her cheeks, hinting that she likes the praise—even if her glare would deny it.

Unbuttoning my slacks, I push them and my boxers down my legs and kick them off behind me. And as I grab my swollen shaft, Natasha’s eyes widen with the first hint of anxiety.

“You never sucked a cock before, love?” I tease, stroking my shaft to try and release the pressure building painfully through its length.

“Not one quite that…big,” she admits, licking her lips nervously.

“Don’t worry,” I say, grinning cheekily. “I’ll take it easy on you this time. Now look up and open wide.”

And damned if she doesn’t obey me. This girl is the sexiest combination of fiery and submissive. I can’t wait to see just what she’ll let me do to her.

I ease my cock between her lips, and my balls tighten as my silken tip brushes across the roof of her warm, wet mouth. Natasha’s tongue strokes the length of my shaft, and her lips wrap around me. All the while, her big gray eyes look up at me, and it might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck,” I groan, easing my throbbing tip to the back of her throat. And I cradle the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her thick braid as I utilize every ounce of self-restraint to be gentle with her.

Natasha gags, her eyes starting to water, and I ease back out to avoid choking her.

“Give me your hand,” I command, and when she does, I wrap it around the base of my shaft so she won’t have to take me in quite so far.

My fiery little Russian sucks in a deep breath through her nose, and this time when I press forward, she manages to take me until her lips touch her fingers.

“Your lips feel so good wrapped around my cock,” I rasp, my balls throbbing with the need for release. “You like sucking me off?”

Fresh color pools in Natasha’s cheeks, and she shakes her head.

“No?” I ask, and when she doesn’t push her luck confirming it, I ease out of her mouth completely. “Stand up,” I command and gently guide her with my fingers in her hair.

Natasha wipes her chin with the back of her hand, her dark-rimmed silver eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re sure you don’t like sucking my cock?” I murmur.

Pressing her lips into a thin line, Natasha blushes even more profusely, giving away her bald-faced lie. I hum my amusement.

“I guess we’re about to find out, aren’t we?” I taunt quietly, letting my fingertips trail slowly down over her breasts and across her firm stomach to the waist of her panties.

Natasha quivers, a shiver rippling through her body, and when I slip beneath the soft fabric to graze the warm peak of her thighs, I find her dripping wet.

“Hmm, it seems to me you enjoyed itthoroughly,” I tease as Natasha’s lips part on a gasp.

And when I stroke her slick seam, her knees nearly buckle.

I catch her, releasing her hair to wrap my free arm around her waist. And I pin her against my side.

“What about this?” I murmur, my lips brushing across the shell of her ear. I wet the tips of my fingers with her arousal and start to circle her clit. “You going to tell me you don’t like this?”

“No,” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed as she clings to my shoulder with both hands. I suspect it’s to remain upright. Turning, she buries her face in the crook of my neck as her breathing grows ragged.

And when I press two fingers inside her tight entrance, Natasha cries out.

Her walls spasm around me, her clit twitching against my thumb as her body warns me of her impending orgasm. I love the fact that I’ve hardly touched her, and she’s already about to come undone.

In and out, in and out, I build a steady rhythm as I finger her, my thumb continuously teasing her clit at the same time. And I’m glad I have an arm around her, because as the first wave of her release hits, Natasha’s knees actually do give out.

She sobs with the force of her climax, her tight walls clamping down on my fingers before they start pulsing frantically. And at the same time, her body shudders against mine. Her nipples are hard enough to cut glass as they press into my ribs.

Biting down on my shoulder, she does her best to muffle the screams. But my little minx is a vocal thing, and the sound of her bliss lights a burning fire inside of me.

Before the last of her aftershocks subside, I turn Natasha, bending her over the foot of my bed so her cheek finds the soft white comforter and her round, muscular ass points eagerly up in the air.

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