Page 66 of Vasily the Nail

“There you are. You love being on knees for me, don’t you, Analiese?” Using my name in case anyone questions this.

I make a grab for his sweats, where I see his cock starting to bob there.

“You want to show boys new tricks? Go on, then.”

I don’t know who the boys are. But I want his dick, and at the end of the day, as long as everything else goes as planned, it won’t matter what they think of me. Honestly, if it all goes as planned, I won’t even have to worry about more classmatesseeing it; it’s not like I’m going to continue going to college in Phoenix if I’m pregnant.

So yeah, I want his dick, and I give him the biggest smile as I pull his pants down and he steps out of them.

He’s not hard yet, but he’s getting there. He says, “Go on, show what good girl,” but I’m feeling like experimenting. Instead of drawing back his foreskin and gripping him between the rungs to warm him up, I lift it with my palm, stick my tongue out, and lick the bit of tip exposed within the sheath.

“Being playful, baby?” he coos, bringing his hand back behind my neck for support.

I dip my tongue back in, this time delving into the crevice to ring the crown hidden in there.

The response is immediate, his cock jumping on my palm while he curses quietly. “You come much tonight,” he murmurs. “Did you think up yourself, or did little friend teach you?”

I shake my head. “I like it when you let me play.”

“Do you think little friend watch? I sent link.”

Crud.But I nod anyway because I’m sure she is and she’ll call me out for lying whether she sees it now or later.

“Say greeting to friend?”

I shake my head quickly. Nope, not at all where I want to go with that.

“Da, you talk to later. Now show her trick.”

His cock is nice and tall now. I grip it the way he likes and suck his tip into my mouth, working it the way I did yesterday. He hasn’t tried to thrust into my mouth since the first time, but this is better for me. I don’t like gagging, and I think I’m going to always be obsessed with the feel of the flesh sliding over the meat.

I press one piercing gently, just enough that I feel his thigh tighten under the hand I’ve rested there for balance. I meet his eyes as I reach around him to squeeze his ass, too— he has a very squeezable ass, but it goes as rock solid as that thigh— and the only thing I’m sad about right now is that I don’t have a camera, too. I want them to see the way he looks at me.

If his goal is to make sure everyone sees I only have eyes for him, I want them to see the feeling is mutual. I want them to know if they try to take me from him, he’s far more dangerous than I could ever be.

“Lick my shaft,zvyozdochka. Let them see you love my cock.”

They’re all going to see my eyes widen at that, so I have to make up for the shock on my face by confidently pushing his cock up toward his belly, loving the way the piercings strain at his flesh.

Tomorrow, I’m going to make him stay home for a little while during the day just so I can play with his cock in full sunlight. I need to learn everything about it.

“Fuck, such good cock whore.” I can’t even get offended with the term, not once he says, “But only my cock.”

“Only yours,” I repeat as I take the liberty to hold his balls between my fingers, resting my middle finger on the seam and fanning my other fingers across them. I finally run my tongue up his shaft, slow and even the first time, counting all seven bars against the flat of my tongue.

On my second pass, I coil my tongue around each capture ball, sliding the bars the fraction of an inch the piercings will allow.

“You see this, boys? Think you ever have chance of shot with myzvyozdochka, you must put enough metal in dick that TSA fondle every time.”

I slide the sheath over his tip and back down again. “Foreskin, too.”

Vasily’s laugh is robust, and the fact that I can feel it in his balls makes my sleep shorts go damp. “Ah, sweet thing, cannot demand that. Once gone, is gone.”

I bat my eyelashes at him, my great big puppy dog eyes working their magic. “Some of the girls in school said they’d never sleep with a man with foreskin, so why can’t I say you have to have it?”

He grabs my chin again, this time so he can bend down to kiss me. “Absolutely feral,zvyozdochka.”

“And you adore that about me.”

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