Page 53 of Merciless Sinner

His grunts of pleasure deepen, sounding like they’re coming from deep inside his soul.

Hearing him makes me feel like it’s me who has control and power over him.

That curious part of me makes me want to outdo the old Olivia.

He pounds into my mouth relentlessly, and I allow him to hurt me and dominate me so I can own his pleasure.

Tears sting my eyes, then stream down my cheeks, but his pleasure turns me on.

“Fucking hell,” he groans low and guttural, then mutters a string of words in Russian I don’t understand.

Other than calling me Zayka, he hasn’t said anything else in Russian around me. Not even to the staff or Dante when he’s been around.

Hearing him utter the language now while he’s in the height of pleasure is so sexy. I want to hear more.

I get my wish when he comes and hot cum pours down my throat. The words tumble from his lips, sounding like a mixture of curses and endearments. I might not understand him, but I like it.

My haze of control snaps when he pulls out of my mouth and picks me up from the floor, then places me on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I moan.

He gets on the bed and hovers over me, sweat glistening on his muscular body.

“It’s my turn to taste you now.Properly.” A different smile lights up his face, looking like a deadly cocktail of sin and delight.

He runs a thick finger over the flat plane of my stomach then lowers his mouth to lick the places he just touched.

He licks from my belly up to the deep valley of my cleavage, then finds his way to my left nipple and takes it into his mouth.

His mouth on me with his tongue swirling around the tight peaks of my nipples weakens me, and for a moment, I give in, allowing the pleasure rising within me to take over. My breath comes out in a rasp, and I arch into his mouth, loving it when he alternates his suckle from one breast to the other.

Then he kisses his way down, down, until his hand cups my sex and his fingers slide over the smooth mound of my pussy.

I gasp when he slides one into my passage and starts pushing in and out.

“Spread your beautiful legs for me, Olivia.”

My body obeys his command, then he grips my thighs with his large hands and brings my pussy to his opened mouth.

His hot, wet tongue pushes up into my passage and licks me, tastes me. He lifts his head to look at me, then he returns to my swollen clit and takes the hard nub into his mouth.

He sucks hard, and that does it.

I’m lost.

Lost to myself and lost within his touch.

The moans that pour out of my mouth make a liar out of whatever reasoning told me this man was bad for me.

I’ve never felt better in my life.

Virgo pulls me closer to his mouth and devours me, eating me out as if he wants to take everything from me.

The orgasm that rises from my core is vicious, and I know any second now, I’m going to come.

He knows it, too. He can hear it in the rising pleasure riding on every moan. He can feel it crawling through my body as I arch into him.

“Your greedy little pussy tastes so good, Olivia,” he grunts, pushing his tongue even deeper.

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