Page 57 of Wicked Vow

When he pulls back, my body still shuddering, he starts to move up, his hand on my hip as his other hand goes to the button of his jeans. I can hardly speak–can hardlybreathe, but I gently touch his chest, shaking my head.

“It’s my turn,” I murmur softly, moving out from beneath him as I gently urge him onto his back, careful of his injuries. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

Mikhail groans as he rolls over, and I wince at the sight of all his injured flesh, the bruising and swelling wrapping around his back and hips. I’m careful as I move between his thighs, reaching for the button of his jeans, my hand brushing against the thick ridge of his cock beneath the denim as I do.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his head tilting back as I slide his zipper down. “God, I’ve needed this so much–”

I drag his jeans down, over his hips and off, his cock springing free, thick and hard and throbbing for me. I reach out, trailing my fingers down the length of his shaft, and Mikhail sucks in a breath, his eyes closing even at the light touch.

“I’ve made myself come so many times, thinking of you–” He swallows hard, hands fisting in the sheets as he waits for me to touch him again. “It’s never as good. Nothing is as good as you,kotenok.”

Slowly, I wrap my hand around his length, feeling the hot flesh against my palm as I lean forward, watching him. His jaw is clenched, his entire body shuddering with anticipation. Pre-cum is already pearling at the tip of his cock, and I flick my tongue out, lapping it up as he lets out a hiss of pleasure, his body tensing.

“Fuck–more, please, Natalia–”

He’s never begged me before. I had him cuffed to a bed, and he’d still refused to beg me. It sends a rush through me, and I look up at him, smiling as I slowly stroke my hand down the length of his cock, squeezing lightly as I brush my lips over the tip.

“Fuck, that feels so good–”

The whispers seem loud in the darkness, but I’m past worrying about it. I can’t think about anything other than him as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, sliding my tongue over the swollen head, the salty taste of him on my lips as I move downwards, taking his almost too-big cock into my mouth as best as I can.

His hand slides into my hair, but he doesn’t force me down the way he has before. I can feel his hand flex, his fingers pressing into my scalp, but he lets me take it at my own pace, biting back a groan as I swallow him down, inch by inch.

It feels good having him in my mouth again. I brush my hand gently over his hip as I let go of his cock, cautious of his injuries, taking almost all of him as my throat convulses and clenches around him, and I feel his hips jerk.

“Not long,” he groans, his head tipping back. “You’ll make me come–”

I slide off of him, stroking his glistening shaft as I look at him with a wicked grin on my lips. “Can’t you get hard for me again? What if I want to swallow your cum?”

“Fuck.” Mikhail closes his eyes, shuddering. “Fuck, I want to come in your mouth. I want to fucking come all over you–” He swallows hard, nodding as I run my tongue around the flaring head again, his thighs flexing with the force of trying to hold back his climax. “It’s been too fucking long; I need to come–I’ll get hard again for you,malysh.I’ll get hard as many times as you need me to.”

A sense of power washes over me as I take him in my mouth again, sliding down, sucking, stroking, feeling him lose control as I suck his cock just the way I know he likes it. I see him press his fist against his mouth, eyes shut tightly as he swells in my mouth, and I slip one hand between his thighs, lightly stroking his balls as I feel him on the edge of coming apart.

“Oh god, oh yes–fuck, kotenok–” Mikhail looks down at me, eyes widening as I take his cock in my throat down to the base, sucking hard as I feel him go rigid in my mouth, and in the next instant I feel his hips jerk, choking me with his cock as he starts to come.

He floods my mouth with it in a hot rush, hand balled up in the sheets as he arches beneath me. I swallow convulsively, some of it slipping out from the corner of my lips as another rush of cum fills my mouth. His hand is in my hair, stroking, clutching, and I keep going until I feel the spurts of cum over my tongue slow and stop, my tongue still circling his oversensitive tip until I pull back at last and look down at Mikhail, still trembling on the bed.

“Fuck–” he breathes, his eyes closed. “God, that was so fucking good–”

“You promised you’d get hard again for me.” I wrap my hand around his still half-swollen shaft, stroking him lightly as his hips twitch and jerk at the sensation. “You always keep your promises–”

I tease him lightly, and Mikhail groans, half-sitting up and reaching for me as he flips me onto my back again, leaning over me in the moonlit darkness.

“Come here,kotenok,” he murmurs. “And I’ll be hard for you again before you know it.”

His mouth comes down on mine, slower this time, softer. His tongue traces the edge of my lips, the combined taste of us between our mouths, and his hand slides through my hair as he leans against me, his cock nestled between my thighs as he moves slowly, desire rising up again in us both.

It feels different than anything else ever has. He’s never touched me like this, like a man who is only my lover–not my captor, or my jailor, or my stalker. He touches me like he means everything he said to me earlier, like helovesme, and I know that this is him saying it without any more words, just as I can’t say what I feel aloud, either.

There’s something more than words, and this is it.

He reaches between my thighs when he’s hard again, his cock stiff as he guides it against me, the swollen head pressing against my drenched entrance. “Are you ready to take my cock,kotenok?” he murmurs, and I nod, tilting my head back as I press my lips together against a moan as he starts to push into me.

No matter how wet I am, he’s always just on the side of too big. I can feel him straining to fit inside of me, hips arching forward, rocking against me. I feel his cockhead slide inside of me, thick and rubbing against my most sensitive places. He captures my mouth with a kiss before I can cry out, his hands locking around my wrists as he lifts them up over my head, holding me in place as he starts to slide inside of me.

It feels so fucking good. It’s pleasure and pain all at once, but this time he goes slowly, instead of thrusting hard. He slides into me, inch by inch, his cock filling me up as his mouth moves over mine, swallowing up my soft moans and cries of pleasure as he sinks into me, making me his all over again.

As if I could ever be anything but.

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