Page 186 of Doubts & Fears

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed before bottoming out again.

This time, I swallowed hard, his cock lodged in my throat. Then his hands wrapped around me like a necklace. “God, I can feel my cock in your throat, unbelievably fantastic. Such a good girl. Don’t move.” His thumbs ran up and down my neck.

It was getting hard to breathe, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He held his cock there for what seemed like forever, then pulled back, and air rushed into my burning lungs as I pulled off his cock.

“Nuh-uh, back at it. Get that fucking mouth around my cock. You aren’t allowed to stop until my cum runs down your throat,” he directed.

Fuck me, this was exactly what I wanted. I opened, leaning into him. He repositioned himself and thrust into my mouth again.

“Yes, fucking just like that. Suck me. You’re taking my cock so good, my pretty little pet.”

He gripped my head, pushing forward. Over and over, he thrust deeper, cutting off my air supply with his cock and then backing out. His entire body tensed, and I looked up.

His eyes were piercing. “Swallow, kitten. Drink. It. All.” He enunciated each word with a thrust.

And then he growled as hot cum filled my mouth and slipped down my throat. His jaw was tense for a minute before it relaxed. All I could think washoly shit, I did it again. I knew I’d pleased Nikolai in the playroom when I sucked him off.

He’d whispered that much to me over and over that night, but I needed Alek to be proud of me too. His approval was so important, and even though I didn’t understand it completely, I longed for it in the deepest places of my heart. I continued to suck on him, not wanting him to move.

He pulled my mouth away from him. “Enough,” he whispered.

His fingers were delicately tracing my face as he struggled to get his breathing under control. I rested a minute and then went into the bathroom to run a washcloth under some warm water. Coming back out, I had to hold back my laughter. He looked confused and like he was struggling with his emotions.

I walked over and cleaned him, feeling shy, but he pulled me into his arms. With his hand under my chin, he brought my gaze up and studied me.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?”

His intense gaze bored into mine, and in that fleeting instant, a flicker of recognition passed across his face—he’d clocked my uncertainty and fear.Oh shit, had I read this situation wrong? As I tried to quell the rising tide of anxiety, I gulped, my sore, well-fucked throat tightening.

“Did I not please you?” I looked at the ground.

He kissed the top of my head, and I wrapped my arms around him. As he rubbed my back, my body relaxed. Maybe it would be okay.

“You fuckin’ more than pleased me. You rocked me.”

I smiled brightly, a glimmer of determination flickering within. Fear didn’t win this time. With a steadying breath, I clung to him. He pushed me down on the bed, and I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling self-conscious in the silence.

The mattress shifted as he climbed behind me and kissed my back while moving to lie beside me. He sat with his back against the headboard and his eyes closed.

“Come here,” he called after several minutes had gone by. Hooking his finger, he motioned for me to come to him.

I got up on my knees and moved toward him. A deviant smirk quirked his lips as I straddled him. His eyes traveled down my body, and his finger traced my pussy. I leaned down and kissed his lips.

“I want you, Reaper,” I said boldly in Russian, holding his gaze.

He snatched me by my throat, and I thought I was going to come from the look in his eyes. The intensity was startling, and the way his hand was squeezing and releasing my throat had me closing my eyes. He pulled my lips to his and kissed me passionately as his cock hardened once more beneath me.

I moaned into his mouth as his hand traveled down to my ass, then moved me back and forth across his cock. The thought of his size sent a shiver through me. Soon I was doing all the moving, panting and grinding my wet pussy all over him.

He pushed me back a little, rimming my entrance with his middle and ring fingers before sliding them deep inside me. “I need to stretch you. Your pussy is too tight. You’re going to strangle my cock, and I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.” He touched his forehead to mine.

Establishing a slow rhythm, he stretched me by scissoring his fingers. My eyes went wide at the sensation. My clit bumped against his thumb, making me cry out.

“When I fuck you with my fingers, I can see every one of your muscles clench and tremor. It’s fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to see my cock pumping in and out of you.” My hands dug into his hair, pulling as he spoke. He smacked my ass and flipped me over so I was under him.

“That right there. I fucking love that look in your eyes. You’re wearing nothing but thigh-highs and trust right now, and I could stare at you all night.”

He moved down my body, then his lips hovered over the top of my pussy before he lowered them and took the delicate skin into his mouth and sucked on it. I drew his name out as he sucked harder, marking me.

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