Page 165 of Born in Depravity

Fucking.

Enough.

More!

A small whimper escaped from my lips and Nikolay doubled his efforts. Suddenly he pulled my legs up, one after the other, until they hooked around his shoulders, then stood up to his full height. The sudden movement nearly made me feel disoriented.

The fact that he still had his face buried between my legs with me being held up so high was something else entirely.

I was afraid I would fall.

Fuck, I was afraid he might let me fall … or push me off himself.

My fists moved to his hair, holding on tight. I looked down to find his eyes directed at me, his mouth working over me without stopping.

I was so wet, I could see my arousal smearing across his rough cheeks. My own cheeks heated, and I looked away when he brought the lips of my pussy into his mouth, sucking on them.

I let out a cry as a small tremor worked its way up my body, and Nikolay never stopped. He continued like the desperate man he had claimed to be moments before, his grip on me tightening to the point of pain.

I focused on that to keep myself grounded. To keep myself in this moment with him, and nowhere else.

He pulled away from me slightly, his hot breath fanning across my wet skin, drawing goosebumps across my skin. “Come for me, princess. Don’t hold back. Fucking come and let me feel it. Feel you.”

He went back to eating me out. I closed my eyes, my head falling back and hitting the wall behind me in delirium. Fuck.

Fuck.

I shouted.

Nikolay never stopped.

His tongue swiped across my opening before he took in my arousal in his mouth, sucking, biting, licking me until I felt another tremor working through me at the start of another orgasm.

Oh no.

I couldn’t come again.

I just couldn’t.

I pushed my palm against his forehead, trying to push him off, trying to get him to relent. He was like a fucking wall.

He laughed meanly, causing the vibration to move up against me.

Spasms rocked my body, and then I was coming.

I sobbed as I reached my peak, only vaguely aware that Nikolay was sliding me down. He laid me down on the floor, spread my legs and roughly finger-fucked me with one large digit.

I closed my eyes, squirming.

This was too much.

He was killing me.

He added another finger.

I shook my head and he smiled nastily at me as he increased his pace. The sloshing sound his fingers made every time he moved them back inside of me was filthy and loud and obscene.

I closed my eyes, pressing my legs against his hand, but that did nothing but add more friction.

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