Page 52 of Poisoned Vows

She flinches the tiniest bit. But she slides her tongue over me again, a little more firmly this time, swirling it around before slipping it beneath the head and stroking the soft skin there with the tip of her tongue. It startles me a little, because it feels a little too—experienced, for a girl who’s never sucked a cock before.

The thought lingers for only a second before it’s gone, because her lips are pressed against my cockhead now, her tongue still rubbing that sensitive spot, and she slowly pushes her lips around me, her gorgeous eyes still fixed on me as she takes the first inch into her mouth.

“There you go. Nice and slow.” I stroke her hair again, fingers curling around the back of her head. “You don’t have to go fast, little rabbit. Take your time. You can have my cum when you’re ready.”

Ifeelher intake of breath at that, and my lips curl in a smirk.My little rabbit likes it when I talk dirty to her.She’d never admit it, but she does.

She takes my permission to go slow to heart. I would have thought that having her just playing with the first inch of my dick, licking and sucking without a great deal of skill, would have made me lose my erection. I’m used to women who know how to swallow a cock like a professional, or whoareprofessionals, but something about just having Lilliana touching me keeps me hard as a rock, throbbing against her lips as she starts to experiment with taking me deeper.

She’s a novice, that’s for sure. There’s the occasional scrape of teeth and awkward movement of her mouth, as she learns what it’s like to have a cock there for the first time. But what throws me off here and there, cutting through the fog of pleasure, is how she seems toknowwhat she’s trying to do. Like she’s watched a bunch of porn and is trying to mimic it.

Maybe that’s what’s happening. Maybe in an effort to learn to please who she was going to be given to, she tried to learn how all of this works.

To learn to please my father.

That thought pisses me off. The idea of her trying to learn to suck a cock to please another man sends a hot rush of anger through me, and my fingers tighten in her hair, tugging her mouth further down my length.

She chokes a little, her lips stretched around me, and I instantly feel a flash of guilt. I shouldn’t punish her for what wasn’t her fault. But at the same time—why do Icare?

Her eyes are watering a little, and I reach down with my other hand, thumbing a little of the dampness away from the corner of her eye. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock,” I purr, loosening my grip on her hair so the long strands are just draped over my fingers. “Take your time,krolik.”

She nods, sliding down a little more, her tongue moving over the shaft. She rubs the tip of it along the pulsing veins, as if she’s learning me, testing out what it feels like, and I find that I like the way she explores me. I like the feeling of her playing with my cock, even if she does it inexpertly.

Lilliana slides back, her cheeks drawn in as she takes a breath, my cockhead still resting damply against her lower lip. I can’t resist wrapping my hand around my shaft, stroking lightly as I tap it against her mouth, rubbing the tip over her full lower lip. Pre-cum glazes over the soft, reddened flesh, and my cock throbs in my hand.

God, she’s fucking beautiful. I’ve never had a thing for innocence, but Lilliana seems to have changed all of that.

Her tongue slides out again, swirling around my tip, licking up the pre-cum. She doesn’t moan at the taste, but she doesn’t show any sign of not liking it, either. She licks me for a moment, as if she’s getting her breath, and the sensations rush over me, more of my arousal dripping onto her tongue as she teases me.

I can see that it’s getting to her, too. She’d deny it if I said anything, but I can see the way she’s fidgeting on the rug, one hand pressed hard against her thigh as she licks and sucks my cock, her legs squeezing together now and then. If I reached between them, I’m certain I’d find her soaked for me.

Don’t worry, little rabbit,I think as she takes me in her mouth again, working her way down the first inch.I’ll make you come again before the night is over.

She gets partway down my length before she starts to choke again, her eyes watering as she struggles to take more. I run my fingers through her hair, and it’s a struggle not to push myself down her throat. The sensation of her choking against my cockhead feels fucking incredible, and I can only imagine how much better it would feel to have her throat wrapped around me, squeezing.

“You can take more,krolik,” I encourage her instead. I could force it, but I want for her to want it. I want to see hertryto struggle to fit me down her throat. “Just a little at a time. Good girl.”

I can’t tell how much she likes the praise, but I think it gets to her. I see her shift on the rug again as she looks up at me, struggling to take a little more. There are still inches of my shaft that she hasn’t taken in her mouth, and I wrap my fingers around it, stroking lightly as her lips brush against my hand with each pass.

She drags her mouth backward off of my cock, panting. “I can’t,” she whispers. “It’s too much.”

I can tell she means it. I could force her—could keep going until she swallows it all, and come down her throat. It’s tempting. My cock is aching, my balls tight with the need for release, and her swollen lips look so good around me.

But I also know that if I don’t push her, she might be more likely to give in to me. To admit what she wants. Maybe not tonight—but sooner.

“That’s alright,devochka,” I murmur, reaching for her. I lift her up off of the rug, my cock throbbing in protest at the loss of both her mouth and my hand, but I have other plans.

I turn her towards one of the wing chairs, reaching for her hands and planting them on the arms, gently pressing her fingers into the velvet. “Stay just like this,krolik,” I murmur to her. “Legs apart.”

She swallows hard, and I can see the nervousness on her face, but I want her vulnerable. I run one hand down her back, fingers sliding along her spine, down to the small of her back. “Arch for me, little rabbit,” I murmur. “Let me see how pretty you are with your ass in the air for me.”

Lilliana makes a small noise, one that might be of shock or protest, but she does as I tell her. It startles me—I’d expected her to fight. But she arches beneath my hand, and I move to stand behind her, sliding my hands over the smooth curves of her ass and squeezing lightly.

I want to fuck her so badly that it almost hurts. But I want to teach her that her efforts are rewarded. That if she pleases me, I’ll give her pleasure in return.

Slowly, I kneel down on the fur rug behind her. I hear her sharp intake of breath and see the way she twitches as she looks back at me, her eyes startled. “Nikolai—”

“That’s it,krolik. I love hearing you say my name.”In time, I’m even hoping it will be in something other than protest.

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