Page 20 of Hunt Me
He captured my lips for a few brief seconds before brushing his lips to my chin, biting down for a few seconds. He crouched over me and as he explored my body, moving down ever so slowly, I continued discovering as much of him as I could reach. Yet he pulled away when I attempted to stroke his back. I envisioned his skin was covered in tattoos, extraordinary ink indicating hispower within the Bratva. I didn’t know why the thought was so exciting.
I rolled my hand down his chest, shivering with heat from the scalding touch.
While he didn’t stop me, he wasn’t interested in having me stroke his cock. He peppered kisses along the side of my neck. My cheeks flamed as he caressed the curve of my breast, teasing me relentlessly. My body continued to betray me and I spread my legs like a flower opening on a spring morning.
I envisioned his face as he brushed kisses against one nipple. With his dark looks and knowing smile, eyes flashing with hungered mischief, he was the epitome of a bad boy.
With the image firmly planted in the filthy portion of my mind, my muscles relaxed.
He rubbed the backs of his knuckles across my stomach as he pulled a tender nipple into his mouth.
Excitement tore through me and I gripped both arms, gasping for air. I wasn’t expecting the combination of his tenderness and dark commands. It was more exciting than anything I’d experienced.
He sucked on my nipple before rubbing his lips to my other breast, biting down on my tender flesh.
“Oh, my gosh.” I dug my fingers into his arms, jerking up from the bed. I’d never felt something so incredible before.
As soon as Mikhail released my aching bud, I relaxed, but the moment would be short lived. With every kiss he provided, I was pushed closer to a sweet moment of nirvana.
Panting, I gripped the bedding, twisting my fingers around the soft sheets as he settled between my legs. I expected to feel his cock pressed against me, another reminder that for the night I belonged to him.
When I felt the warmth of his mouth, I jerked up once again. My mind was blown from the rush of adrenaline as he bent my knees, pushing them against the bed. A throaty groan escaped and I tossed my head from side to side.
His tongue flicked across my clit and I was shameless about uttering a series of moans while twisting my hands around the sheets. I opened my legs even wider, giving in to the torturous deliciousness of his lips and tongue.
He buried his face into my wetness, moving his tongue in sweeping motions as he dragged the tip up and down my pussy. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed and wanted, every action perfectly orchestrated. He was so masterful, pushing me so close to the edge of insanity that I was left in awe.
It felt like he was reading every sigh, every quivering movement of my body. I imagined his eyes never leaving me, studiously watching every reaction.
As the pressure built, I arched my back in preparation of giving way to the sweet relief of an orgasm. I gave more of myself instead as he backed off, now running his fingers alongside his tongue. The man wasn’t just performing an act; he was feasting like a man dying of hunger.
He pushed a single finger inside then a second, thrusting as his tongue tormented my clit once again. There was no sense of time or meaning, just a sheer ultimate pleasure that I’d never thought possible.
Writhing in his hold, I opened my legs wider, an offer he didn’t take lightly. Beneath the mask, I could pretend I was someone else, a more experienced woman who could provide everything he needed.
Instead of the girl who’d never had a man take his time to learn her body.
When he added a third finger, flexing all three, I dug my heels into the bed. Then he pulled my clit into his mouth again.
At that moment, I came so hard stars floated in front of my eyes, the blindfold unable to shadow the vibrant colors. I’d forgotten how to breathe for long enough I was sucking air, desperately trying to fill my lungs.
He wasn’t letting me go or allowing me to bask in the haze, continuing to lick me as he pumped his fingers into the very core of my being.
“Oh, my God. Oh… This is so…” A laugh bubbled to the surface as a series of vibrations skittered through me.
With a low growl on his lips, he pressed kisses against both inner thighs, even dragging his tongue along my heated skin. I lolled my head to the side as my heart rate slowed, in a dream state that could only be described as sheer ecstasy.
I was certain he was ready to fuck me, continuing teaching me to surrender. Shockwaves tore through me as he pitched me onto my stomach, instantly pulling me onto my hands and knees.
“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t say I was finished just yet,moya neposlushnaya malen’kaya devochka.”
“What? What did you say?” I was pleading with him, breathless as my body trembled.
“I called you my naughty little girl.” His hot breath cascaded down my back and I braced for the force he’d use in driving his cock inside.
Both my mind and body were completely unprepared for him to dip his head, driving his tongue into my pussy once again. “No. No. I can’t. It’s too… Sensitive.”
