Page 95 of Voracious

“You tell me.”

The air in my lungs freezes and his smile is slow, sharklike, as he leans closer and gives in without thinking twice.

“Ya ne mogu bez tebya zhit.” He presses his lips to my cheek. “Zhizn moya,” to my other cheek, “dusha moya.” Lifting up on his hands, he says against my lips, “Sladkaya lisichka.”

I understand some of the words but others I’ve never heard before and they aren’t in my vocabulary.

The sentiment doesn’t need a translation and it pauses the sinking going any deeper. It’s still there, hidden in my chest, but it doesn’t grow as he gently lifts my chin with his knuckles and waits for me to tell him what’s wrong. He’s a patient person, I’d give up with me after an hour.

“I don’t like that youknewher.”

We both understand the meaning behind the word. He fucked her, they fucked each other. Shared things together. Dima had someone in his life that he would hug and smile at, he’d wrap his arms around them and let them feel safe like I do.

He’s weird as fuck and gets happy, peppering my face with his lips. Tickling my ribs, he forces my laugh out and his smile gets wider. Once he’s done tickling, me he cups my jaw and there’s so much conviction in his voice it implants itself into my mind.

“We have no control over anything before us but there’s nothing after us, okay?”

Nodding my head as though I fully understand, he relaxes and tries to jump up.He nearly crushes me as I wrap my legs around his thighs and pull him forward. I wanted to make him feel good and I didn’t get the chance with the whole he-had-to-kill-his-father thing. Now is my chance and I push against his chest so he’s on his back. Straddling his hips, I move down his body, but I’m stopped with a hand on my nape when my feet touch the floor. He holds my jaw with the other as I look up and asks the same thing he always does.

“What do you do if you want to stop, lisichka?”

That confirmation always makes it better, it’s the opposite of sexual when he’s asking me to stop but my mind and body don’t react that way.

“I tell you.”

My voice is stronger, and I smile up at him, waiting to be allowed to move.He pulls me up so we’re both standing and seals our lips together without letting go of my neck.

“Everything off,” Dima mumbles against my lips.

I quickly strip out of my clothes, eager to see his pleasure, and he holds my waist, positioning me on the bed so I’m on my hands and knees facing him. I understand why people go to strip clubs when he does the same. It’s not done in an artful way, but his muscles ripple and I’m impatiently waiting for his belt to be undone.

I got one taste, and his control didn’t snap, he managed to pull himself away when I always end up in a puddle, it’s not fair if it’s only me that’s resorted to that. He smirks as he slowly undoes his belt and zipper, but I give up on trying to be patient and grab the waistband, pulling him closer. It’s an intimate act, one that shows my trust and he’s the only person I would give control of my air to. His dick springs free as I push the rest of his clothes away and I look up, watching him as I wrap my lips around the tip.

His taste floods my mouth, sweet with a hint of sourness and I moan around him. It’s not fake. I’ve given Dima control but he’s staring down at me as though I’m the one with the power. Not just of his release but more. Gently tracing my jaw, he cups the back of my head without any forceful pressure.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

I nod and take more of him into my mouth, and he groans.His abs flex in a wave and the groan gets deeper as I hollow my cheeks.

My cheeks lift at the sound. It’s animalistic, a basic need that goes beyond his patience.

“You’re only on the tip and I could come, what have you done to me, lisichka?”

Pushing my head down further, I turn my face side to side, ignoring my gag reflex as I try to take all of him. He doesn’t let me, and he squeezes my nape, pulling me away. It’s not because he doesn’t like it with the wildness in his eyes, he’s still being caring.

Shuffling my knees back so I can get the right angle to go lower, a deep rumble fills the room. Dima twitches in my mouth and I wrap my fingers around his length as I let him go with a wet pop. He combs my hair off my face and holds it loosely at my nape before his other hand massages down my spine. His eyes are flickering all over my face, my body, anywhere, like they can’t find a position to stay fixed to as I press wet open-mouth kisses to his length and work my way down to his balls.

He palms my ass, his voice rough with lust as he says, “Spread those pretty legs for me.”

I do it automatically and my back arches at the feeling of his fingers tracing my pussy.I softly wrap my lips around his balls as I trace the seam with my tongue. They’re only in my mouth for a second when he steps back, and I can’t mourn the loss as he lays beside me and picks me up. He’s moving too fast and when I realize what he’s doing I push forward. He tugs on my body while I try to scramble away and turn.

“Sit on my fucking face, B,” he groans.

His control is being pulled. Good.

Grabbing the sheets beside his hips, I pull myself forward and manage to get free. I’m kneeling between his thighs before I can be stopped and quickly take his dick back into my mouth. Rolling my tongue against the tip has him clenching and his head is pressed into the sheets, taking the twin moons out ofview. It doesn’t mean anything because he knows it’s me and his hand cups my cheek.

“Fuuuuucccckkk.”

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