Page 96 of Voracious

I’ve never heard a curse so beautiful.

There’s no training, only Dima’s encouragement powering my movements, and he combs his fingers through the hair at my temples, keeping it out of my face. He slowly sits up and strokes along my brow bone with his thumbs as he softly begs, “Sit on my face, let me taste you.”

Shaking my head, I roll his balls in my hand and stroke his length with the other as I rush out, “No, I’ll be distracted.”

The low curse comes again, and he tenses his thighs, trying to stop his hips from thrusting. I don’t have any fear over what will happen and give him permission.

“Do it, I trust you.”

I flick the tip of his dick with my tongue before letting it rest flat against it. He won’t hurt me, and we both want him to take control. Leaning down, he kisses my crown and instructs, “Hands on my ankles, lisichka, squeeze twice if you want me to stop.”

He presses his lips to my hair again as I wrap my fingers around his ankles, and he finally moves.He doesn’t pull my hair; his fingers are pressed against my scalp, and he holds my head in place as he thrusts into my mouth.

“My beautiful woman,”

Moans and gags fill the room.

“Strong as fuck.” His eyes don’t leave mine. “Trusting me.”

Shuffling so my ass touches my heels, I squeeze my thighs together and tilt my head back as he stands.

The power in his voice telling me I’m strong has me wanting more. I want to prove I’m stronger than the filing cabinet and push my head against his fingers, silently telling him it’s okay. He’s my lock, he stops everything else, a protector, andhe safeguards everything important. When he pushes into my throat, tears spring to my eyes but they’re cleansing not painful.

He groans again as I swallow around him and then I’m pulled away. He keeps doing this. Building me up with my release or his own then ripping it away. His hands drop to my biceps, and I dig my fingers into his ankles, refusing to get up. The stubborn shithead tickles my side, making me loosen and I’m hauled up with a protest as I force my body to go limp. He counteracts it and grabs my legs so I can’t fall before laying me on the bed.

Standing over me, he widens my thighs and presses one to the mattress while I make no attempt to hide my frustration. Trying to close my legs so he knows what it feels like, he grips my thighs, keeping them open.

“Use your words, lisichka.”

His stupid soft voice is messing with my right to be annoyed. Crossing one arm over my chest, I cover between my thighs with the other, and his lips twitch at my whining. “You keep stopping me.”

There’s no resistance in my limbs as he threads our fingers together and slowly lifts them above my head, like a predator toying with their prey. His lips ghost over mine and his voice has the same slow quality as he says, “Because I love seeing you come, eating you out, tasting what I do to you.” He doesn’t let our lips touch despite me chasing them. “Feeling you tighten around my fingers, my dick.” His nose brushes mine. “Hear how you moan my name, and your thighs shake.” No thoughts are in my head. “Watching your beautiful face reach that point where you look at me like I’m the only thing that exists. Now be my good fucking human and let me look after my perfect pussy.”

His lips are on mine and there’s nothing slow or teasing about the kiss as I push our chests together and moan into his mouth.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Dima

I’ve only just left her mouth, and my dick hates me. If I come down her pretty throat it’s game over and I need her pleasure for my own. Ana widens her thighs, wrapping them around my ribs and trying to pull me forward. My woman doesn’t understand that I’m on the brink of spilling all over her thighs with just the memory of her mouth.

I try to focus on something else as I move down her body, begging for a distraction. “What did I miss in the new chapter, lisichka?”

I’ve got used to listening to them, they’re relaxing as fuck and help shut the world out. Her delicate fingers stroke up my nape and massage my scalp as she moans around the recap.

“Lekar and Xander, her human boyfriend, are trying to breed Sawyer at the same time, oh fuck, to see which planet she stays on.”

Softly squeezing her tits together, I sit up as curiosity gets the better of me.My dick is resting against her pussy, pre-cum leaking on her clit and I thrust between her lips while trying to grapple with my release.

“At the same time?” I repeat.

That’s why she was blushing, the adorable thing. The blush comes back, and my hellion tilts her hips up with faux innocence on her face.

“They were docking together, co-could feel each other.”

Looking between her thighs, I circle her tight entrance with the tip of my dick and slowly push in, torturing us both.

“Could you take it, lisichka? My dick and the sleeve at the same time, filling your tight pussy?”

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