Page 122 of Scarlet Vows
“What—” I stop as she steps closer and kisses my cock through my pants.
It twitches. Precum leaks out, and that one touch of her lips on the material covering my cock is almost enough to make me erupt.
She has a devastating effect on a man.
“It’s my turn.” Alina undoes my belt, my trouser button, and the zipper.
She pulls my pants down with my boxer briefs, and my hard cock springs free. The temperate air whispering against my sensitive skin does nothing to offer relief.
I want to speak, but my throat’s full of molasses, and I can’t. She wraps her hands around me, and I almost stagger back as she runs her tongue along my length, balls to tip, and sucks the end.
A groan breaks free, and I tense, trying to stop myself from coming, wanting to push her away, needing to plunge down her throat.
But I do neither. I let her explore with the delicate touches of her tongue, the tug and slide of her hand.
Then she wraps her lips around my head, sucking me in, her lips stretching around me. She starts to move up and down, her teeth a whisper against me.
I’m on fire. I grip the edge of the counter as she sucks me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, and the sudden, unconscious swallowing clenches her mouth around me.
“Fuuuck.”
The word that makes its way free seems to embolden her. That wet, hot furnace that’s at once a vacuum and stretchy, and so fucking full of glorious saliva as her tongue laps againstme, is almost too much. I crave it. And she keeps taking me deeper until something snaps.
I grab her head, coiling my hands in her hair, and stare down. Her eyes are on me, and saliva drips down her chin. Tears track down her face. I slam into her, down her throat, and she releases her hold, her hands coming to my ass. She grips it, pulling me into her.
Holy hell. Alina likes this. I don’t look away as I thrust into her hard, using her like I use a cunt, a savagery breaking free and taking over.
This isn’t going to take long.
My cock throbs. The ache is pleasure and pain, and my balls are high and tight. I’m feverish. An ice-hot bolt races down my spine and into my cock, and I grab her hard, holding her as my release unleashes.
As I cum, I can’t stop the roar I make that fills the room. I just hold her there, emptying into her, her frantic swallowing milking me, heightening the exquisite pleasure.
When her hands fall to her sides, I pull out, catching her as she starts to collapse, heaving in air.
“Oh,malyshka, I’m sorry?—”
“No,” she says, gasping. “Don’t. I wanted that. I needed it.”
Her words make me hard again, incredibly hard. It’s like I’ve got a lifetime of orgasms for her in me, and now she’s unlocked the gate. The hard-ons won’t stop coming.
“Alina…”
“Fuck me, please. Hard.”
I pick her up and kiss her, my tongue invading her mouth like I need to make my claim.
Then I break the kiss and shove her up onto the island, a plate crashing and shattering onto the floor. I don’t care. I rip her underwear aside, delighting in how wet she is, how ready.
I want her ass, but now isn’t the time.
Instead, I need to assert dominance, give it to her hard and make her know who she belongs to. Me.
She’s fucking mine.
I will kill for this woman.
I push her face down on the island, so her legs and ass hang off the edge. I prefer to see her face, but right now, I need this. I think she needs it, too.
