Page 29 of Vasily the Nail

“You like taste,zvyozdochka?”

That has her shaking her head, almost believable if her delicate throat didn’t bob again.

“You want cum in pussy, ass, or mouth? Must pick.”

She’s in an awkward position, her hands at an in-between height where her face smushes against her arms if she holds her head up but she’s staring directly at the floor — and her exposed body — if she looks down. She chooses up so she can twist her chin to rest on one arm as she glares at me. Her chest heaves like an overworked filly. I’m not sure if she’s genuinely thinking about it, if she’s trying to convey to me her irritation that this is the direction I went in, or if she’s putting on a show.

Finally, she cranes her neck and drops her jaw.

I chuckle and pat the top of her head, murmuring, “Good Mafia slut,” but making sure the boys watching hear that. I’ve got their girl, and she’s chosen to suck my cock. I’m betting they’ve all wanted to put their dicks in that sweet little mouth, but she’s mine.

Mine.

I lift her by the calves, loving the surprised squeaks she makes as she falls, but of course I’ve got her. I set her knees on the ground, and her arms have just enough slack that she can rest her hands on her head. She’s still going to get fatigued, her arms are still going to burn tomorrow, but it’s not terrible.

I rub my cock on her lips, but she doesn’t open her mouth. What would be the fun in that? I could ask nicely, but I already know she’s going to be bratty. I see the way she’s tensing to resist.

I’m bigger, stronger. I would never use that to bully her, but I will take advantage of it now. I grab right onto her jaw, sinking my hands into her cheeks so she can’t bite me, only her own cheek. “Da, better,” I tell her when she finally unclenches and opens wide.

We’re putting on a show. So I keep my fingers dug into her cheek to prevent any reflexive disasters as I thrust all the way to the back of her mouth. Predictably, she gags hard, so hard I pull out so she doesn’t puke on my dick. But she keeps everything down while she coughs and gasps for air, only leaning down and spitting delicately, nothing more dramatic than pushing what’s pooled in her mouth onto the floor.

An intriguing sight, one that gives me an idea for later.

As soon as she lifts her head back up, I say, “Your men no teach their princesses swallow dick? Shame.” I make a tsking sound and ease her jaw back down. “Now you learn on fat Russian cock.”

This time when I thrust in, I move quickly but only until her lips close around the cap, sealing me in at the corona.

“Suck,” I command, but already that gentle, even pressure of her lips right in that underexposed area is a lot, and the word hisses out like a deflating balloon.

She sucks.

Fuck me, she sucks.

She sucks so hard her cheeks cave in. I haven’t been totally onboard with what we’re doing, not with everyone watching, but fuck, I hope they see that. I hope they see the way her cheeks move, proving she’s not just sucking but pulling on me rhythmically. I hope they see the way she’s staring up at me with soft, affectionate eyes, a woman enjoying her work.

I hope they see the way I dig my hand into her hair to massage her scalp to let her know she’s being such a good girl for me, even if it’s just so they remember to do the same with their women.

“Odin,” I murmur, just for her, as I ease in deeper until my first piercing hits her bottom teeth and then slide back until my corona taps the inside of her lips. Back in and out that scant inch, in and out, repeating, “odin,” each time, hoping that she understands.

If anyone from my side is watching, they’ll understand.

They’ll understand the next thrust, when I say, “Dva,” and grip her jaw to open it further so I can get my first piercing past her teeth to tap the second there.

She understands. I can tell by the way she leans in, whether it’s subconscious or not, like she’s inviting me to give her more. “Tri?” I ask.

She nods, and I give her three.

She starts bobbing enthusiastically. Whether she’s forgotten the script or gotten this notion that making me come faster will make this end sooner, I don’t know. All I know is I have to hold back from telling her she’s a fucking pro cock sucker because it doesn’t fit the script.

I’m already fantasizing about next time, when I’ll make sure she has at least one hand free to massage my balls.

“Don’t swallow,” I growl at her when I feel the critical pressure build. “Don’t spit, don’t swallow. Keep in mouth.”

I pull out enough to make sure she can block her throat from it naturally shooting down just in time, rupturing in her mouth a second later. There’s so much semen it oozes out the corner of her lips even as she tips her open mouth up like a baby bird waiting for their treat.

I spit in her open mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” I repeat as I close her jaw. “Mix. Swirl me around. You like my taste?”

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