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He wasn’t cut, and I had only ever seen one other penis this close. It was something of a novelty to explore him with my hands and tongue. He tasted good—clean with a slight hint of salt. It made me crave more of him. Could I take him? Could I swallow all of him?

“Don’t put your hands on my head or my face,” I said, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t like that.”

“I won’t,” he promised. And then, as if to prove he wouldn’t do anything to trigger a panic response, he slid both of his hands under his backside, trapping them between the bed and his body.

“You’re so good,” I praised him. “Thank you.”

I let a little saliva pool on my tongue and then swiped a stripe straight from his balls to the tip of his cock. He growled and grunted and then swore a nasty streak in Russian and English when I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked.

There was a moment of panic as his shaft filled my mouth. I couldn’t help it. My brain flashed back to uglier times, meaner times, but I pushed those intrusive thoughts away. I wasn’t going to let Kiki ruin this for me.

This isn’t Kiki. This is Ten. This is my Anton.

He held perfectly still as I used my tongue to discover every inch of his erection. My lips were stretched wide around him, and I used one of my hands to stroke his shaft while my mouth concentrated on the top. I hadn’t ever done this by choice, and it had been years since I was forced to do it.

Somehow, I managed to find the right rhythm. I wasn’t very good at it, but Ten didn’t seem to mind. His breaths were shuddery and short, and I could feel his thighs tensing under me. I hungrily lapped and sucked and stroked until he was gasping and begging me not to stop.

“Baby. Don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck.Zolotse!” He made a pained sound and then hurriedly exclaimed, “Pull off. I’m going to come.”

I did the opposite. I slipped down his dick, sucking him deep and stroking faster with my hand. He shouted my name and his cum spilled onto my tongue in short bursts. I drank him down, my mind reeling at the sensation of power I had at that moment. Ten, with his hands trapped under his body, begging me to keep sucking and then begging me to stop.

I eased off his cock and cleaned him with my tongue. The flush of his orgasm had stained his skin a dark shade of pink, and I enjoyed the way my darker hand looked gliding over his lean belly. I clasped one wrist and then the other and dragged each hand free. He cupped my face, and I crawled over him, careful not to hit my leg on his body, and let him kiss me until I was breathless and shaking.

“I want to make you come.” Ten gripped my ass in his big hand. “Do you want me to use my mouth or my fingers?”

I felt suddenly shy and ducked my head, pressing my cheek to his chest. Should I tell him? Should I ask?

“Nisha? Baby, we don’t have to—”

“No, I want it,” I said a bit too quickly. “I just...”

“What?”

“You’re the only man who has ever...”

“Ever what?” When I didn’t answer, he guessed, “Made you come? Or ate your pussy?”

He spoke the words so easily, as if we were discussing the weather instead of such an intimate act. Of course, he had obviously had much more experience than me. He was very comfortable with all things sexual, and I wanted more than anything to learn to be the same.

“Yes. Both.”

“I see.” Ten gave my ass a playful pat. “Well, I better get to work.”

“What?” I gasped as Ten shifted so quickly that it stunned me. He had me on my side with my hurt leg propped out of the way in a flash and then he dove between my legs. He attacked me with enthusiasm, cupping my ass in both hands and nuzzling his face into my labia. He used that magic tongue to trace every last inch of me, and when he finally suckled my throbbing clit, pulling it between his lips, I saw stars.

“That’s it, baby. You scream all you want.” He flicked his tongue over me again and again. “I like to hear you make noise.”

Well, that was a good thing because he was drawing all sorts of sounds from me. His tongue was incredible, but when he added two fingers, stroking deep inside and hitting all the spots that made me moan, I tumbled over the edge. My orgasm hit me fast and without warning. I clutched at his head, my fingernails scraping against his scalp, and rocked my pussy against his face. “Anton!”

He growled like an animal and used his brute strength to flip me onto my stomach. I barely had a moment to register the movement before he dragged me up on my knees and shoved my thighs apart with his strong hands. I blushed with embarrassment, fully aware that he could see the most intimate parts of me.

And then his tongue snaked through my folds.

He stabbed it into my vagina, fucking me with it. His tongue moved higher, fluttering over a place where I had only ever experienced pain. I tensed, and Ten eased off, silently giving me a chance to decide if I wanted him to keep doing such a wicked, naughty thing.

“Anton, you don’t have to do that.” My face was on fire.

“I know I don’t have to,” he assured me. “I want to.”

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