Page 35 of Stalk Me

I roll my hips, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. His fingers dig into my waist, encouraging the movement. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I do it again, harder this time.

“That’s it,” he growls, guiding my rhythm with his hands. “Show me how much you want this.”

I grind against him more insistently, my breath coming in short pants. The silk of my underwear is soaked through, sliding deliciously against my sensitive flesh with each movement.Nikolai’s steel-gray eyes are dark with desire as he watches me chase my pleasure on his lap.

His hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my dress. The touch makes me arch into him, pressing myself harder against his erection. The rough fabric of his pants creates the perfect friction, and I whimper, burying my face in his neck.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I straighten, meeting his intense gaze as I continue to move against him.

“Have you been a good girl for me,malishka?” he asks, voice dropping an octave.

My breath catches at the implication. I’ve never done this before, never even considered it. Still, with Nikolai, I find myself wanting to explore these dark fantasies. I want to be good for him. I want to please him.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice husky with need.

“And do you know what a good girl gets?” His thumbs stroke the sensitive skin at the juncture of my thighs, making me squirm.

“Tell me,” I whisper, my eyes fixed on his.

“She gets rewarded.” One hand comes up to fist in my hair, and he tilts my head back, exposing the column of my throat. “But first...”

His lips claim mine in a deep kiss, stealing my breath away. His other hand strokes higher until he’s teasing the damp fabric of my panties. My body responds to his touch as he strokes me with deliberate slowness.

“First, she asks me nicely,” he murmurs between kisses. “She tells Daddy exactly what she wants.”

My core clenches at the word “Daddy,” a forbidden thrill rushing through me. I’ve never been so aware of our age difference, his status as a powerful man, and my submission.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I want you, Nikolai.”

“Not enough.” He nibbles on my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Be specific,malishka. Ask for what you desire.”

Heat floods my cheeks, but I force myself to speak the words. “I want your cock, Daddy. Please.”

His hand stills on my thigh, and he pulls back to look at me. In the dim light, his eyes blaze with satisfaction. “That’s my good girl.”

My body buzzes with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I’ve never been this sexually confident or vocal about my desires. But with Nikolai, I break all my rules, shedding my carefully crafted composure.

He reaches for the buttons of his shirt, slowly revealing his hard chest, and I catch my breath at the sight. Nikolai pauses, a corner of his mouth lifting.

“Kneel before me,malishka.” The command sends a thrill through me, and I do as he says without hesitation. “Now, be a good girl and set Daddy’s cock free.”

I swallow hard, my gaze flicking up to meet his. In his eyes, I see the same intense hunger reflected in my own. With deliberate slowness, my hand drifts toward the buckle of his belt. The leather slides free, and I undo the button and zipper of his pants, pushing the fabric down his thighs to release his straining erection.

The sight of him ignites a deep ache. His cock twitches as I take it in my hand, stroking gently. He’s thick and heavy, the tip already glistening.

“That’s right,malishka,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Just like that.”

I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste the bead of pre-cum on the tip. Nikolai’s hips buck, and he exhales sharply, his fingers tangling tighter in my hair.

“Suck it,” he demands, his voice strained. “Take me deep,malishka.”

I take him into my mouth, savoring his taste. My tongue swirls around the smooth head, and I moan softly at the vibrations it sends through him. His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me as I set a steady rhythm, taking him deeper with each stroke.

The deeper I go, the more I want. I relax my throat, letting him slide further until my nose is buried against his pubic bone. His hips thrust gently, meeting my movements, and his fingers caress my scalp, praise through touch.

“Fuck,malishka.” His voice is rough, strained. “That throat of yours is sinful.”

I hum around him in agreement, my hands resting on his thighs for balance as I bob my head. My lips slide over his length, kissing and sucking, tasting every inch of him.

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