While my body demands that we do this for us, the distant thought ofthis is for showclangs somewhere in the back of my mind.
While I was playing the virgin bride today, we both know that’s not the truth. Not as I willingly drop to my knees, ready to take that beautiful cock however I can.
Dimitri’s breath is coming faster now, and I peer up at him. “Take it, Sabre. Take me in your mouth and make me come.”
I wrap my hand around his hot, hard-as-steel cock and give it an experimental pump, and his hips move with me, thrusting into my grip.
Following my hand, I lick his shaft from base to tip, letting my tongue play along that sensitive skin under the head.
“Good girl, Elsa,” he growls, not bothering to keep his voice down.
He’s enunciating for Nik’s benefit, and it has me feeling all kinds of giddy. I’m so far in this headspace that IwantNik to hear us. I want him to know I’m on my knees for his boss, and I’ve got his cock in my mouth.
Payback’s a bitch. And apparently, so am I.
Salty and masculine, Dimitri’s taste floods my senses. All I see in front of me is trimmed hair and flexing abdominals as I wrap my lips fully around him and take him deeper.
Dimitri’s hands thread through my hair, catching on the pins holding together my updo. With a growl, he plucks them from their places, tossing them somewhere behind me. Theplink, plinkstaccato of the bobby pins and Dimitri’s harsh breathing further heighten this full-sensory experience.
I flick my tongue against his head, tracing that slit and savouring the pre-cum as I use my mouth to drive him further to the edge.
Once the last pin is freed from my hair, Dimitri gathers my locks in a ponytail and uses it to guide my head. “Open for me, Sabre, and hold still. I’m gonna fuck this perfect mouth.”
I comply, laying my tongue flat as desire wells inside me.
The slide of his cock along my tongue sends my eyes fluttering shut. He guides himself further into my mouth, holding my head steady and only withdrawing when he reaches the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“I said open.” The bite of his words permeates the lust fog, and I comply. When he presses forward again, I fight the urge to gag as tears form in my eyes and run down my face.
“That’s it,” he encourages. I swallow around him as he slips into my throat. “So pretty. That’s a good wife.”
His thrusts become more insistent, giving me milliseconds to catch my next breath before he plunges into me again. His grip on my hair turns brutal as he uses me to chase his pleasure. Pre-cum slides across my tongue again and sends my desire spiralling.
I slip my fingers towards my pussy and find myself soaked. Dragging the wetness to my clit, I rub circles around that magical bundle of nerves, hunting for my release as Dimitri chases his. There’s too much pleasure to let it all be one-sided.
While I might be the one on my knees, knowing I can bring him to the edge—this powerful man who commands every particle of the air with his mere presence—makes my body shudder in anticipation of our combined release.
I moan around his cock when he grows thicker, stretching my lips wide and hollowing my cheeks.
“That’s right, Sabre. Fuck your fingers. Get yourself off while you take my cock.”
Tears still slide down my face, dripping from my chin and landing on my spread thighs. I spear my fingers into my pussy, finding my G-spot and pressing against it as my thumb strums my clit. I’m aching for the sweet release I feel building.
Dimitri groans low and long as his hips thrust forward, holding them there as my lips meet his pelvis. I swallow around him, feeling him pulse along my tongue.
“Good girl, good girl,” he chants. “That’s a good fucking wife.” His voice turns breathless as he comes, and the power of it triggers my own. I ride out my orgasm, my hips rocking, the heel of my hand putting pressure on my clit as arousal coats my fingers.
I swallow every rope of his cum as it jets down my throat, constricting around his length. His hands smooth my hair away from my face as he finishes, pulling away until he slips from my lips.
He grips me under my arms and hauls me to stand. In one smooth move, he picks me up, flips me upside down, and pulls me close.
I shriek as I’m pressed against him, chest-to-belly, staring straight at his still-hard cock. Wrapping my arms around his waist so I don’t crash head-first into the ground, I panic until his mouth covers my still-pulsing pussy.
He licks long and hard, flicking his tongue through my arousal as all my blood rushes to my head.
Though it’s pointless, I rest my thighs on his broad shoulders, anchoring myself to him. He’s got me in a secure grip, his hands bound around the small of my waist and keeping my body pressed to his.
Holy fucking acrobatics. What is this?