The Master

Mouthwatering. I’d wondered if I should experience as much of him as possible. Seeing him like this, I found the answer so obvious. Of course I would. Why was there ever even a question?

I slipped between his legs. Laying my palms on his ass, I dipped down to drag my tongue over the firm head of his cock. He awakened with a groan. The slit beaded pre-cum, so I lapped it up. Another bead appeared; más para mí.

His dick hardened until he had to turn over. “I can’t tell which of your personalities I like better—the fiery Cat who comes out claws bared, or my sweet Katya, who steals between my legs so she can lap at my cock for a treat.”

I rose up on my knees, shamelessly fondling my breasts. “I can’t take much more of this, Máxim.”

“Then, congratulations, your tongue enticed me to free you.” He removed his key, unlocking me with such carnal anticipation, I gasped. I might have been willing to suffer all these hours again just to see that primal, masculine look. By the time he’d unstrapped me, I thrummed with need.

He lay back once more, his expression filled with intent. “Ride me.” The Russian looked very focused on what he was after.

I sighed with relief. Happily. But when I moved to straddle his cock, he said, “I can’t be inside you yet. You’re not to have more of my ‘vigorous’ fucking until tonight.”

The doctor had told him that? So what was I supposed to ride?

He seized my hips and pulled me to straddle his face.

“Oh!”

He reached up to cover my breasts with his big hands, fingers pinching my sensitive nipples. “Show me where you ache.”

With a whimper, my hands dipped, and I spread my pussy above his mouth. This was part of my punishment for “deceiving” him? Más, gracias.

Running his face against my thighs, he abraded me with his morning stubble. He moved my fingers, replacing them with his own.

He opened me wide. I felt his hungry gaze inside me. “You ache here?” He licked the rim of my entrance.

I almost went off. “Ah! Yes, Ruso! Mmm!” I moaned against the back of my hand.

“What about here?” His strong tongue snaked over my throbbing clitoris.

“Oh—Dios—mío!” I arched my back.

He paused, seeming to make a decision. Without warning, he suckled my clit between his lips.

My eyes flashed open in surprise, my lungs emptying on a scream. “Máxim! I’m coming!” In total abandon, I gripped his hair as he tugged at my bud, sucking me off. His mouth was merciless. After a night of torture, I mindlessly writhed atop his face.

Over and over and over.

Once he’d wrung every moan from me, I tried to rise, but he held me fast and licked at my orgasm.

“No, let me go!” My thighs trembled around his head as he feasted. “Too much!”

He ignored my cries. As if he were in an agony of pleasure, his eyes closed, a growl sounding from his chest. Then he set in with a frenzy, forcing me toward another climax. A graze of his teeth . . .

“Too much!” I clawed at the headboard, struggling to escape.

His brawny arms curled over my thighs and clamped me against him. Once he’d locked my pussy to his mouth, he stiffened his tongue—and fucked me with it.

“Ahh!” Helpless, I surrendered, settling my entrance over his mouth to take his hot tongue-fucking. His arms clenched my thighs too hard, as if he’d forgotten himself. The idea that he couldn’t control his reaction to me only ratcheted up my need.

“You’re going to make me come again, Ruso. Can’t stop it.” Sensations inundated me. The rumble of his growl against my pussy. His forceful tongue breaching my core over and over. The bite of his stubble against my vulnerable lips. “Make me come, make me . . . want it so MUCH!”

Even more powerful than the first, this climax overwhelmed me. I clasped his face as I melted against his tongue, grinding my flesh against it.

Once the tremors ebbed, I begged, “Please, Máxim, no more. Por favor.”

He released me. Boneless, I tumbled over to my side.

With heaving breaths, he rocked his hips, his rampant cock thrusting at air. “You wanted to watch me?” He took that veined shaft in his fist and began to masturbate it. Licking his lips for my taste, he jacked himself, his biceps bulging, his heavy balls bouncing with each stroke.

I curled up next to him, my face on his torso for front-row viewing. I’d never seen a man masturbate to orgasm before.

As he neared the edge, his knees drew up. His torso muscles rippled under his sweat dampened skin. “Unless you want me . . . to come on you . . . slide your mouth over my cockhead.”

I eased down and wrapped my lips around the crown. With my nails digging into his hips, I sucked while he pumped.

“Is my beautiful girl going to take every drop?” I moaned my assent.

“I’m going to empty my cum in you. Fill you in every way.” With his free hand, he palmed the back of my head, holding me steady for his release—as if he feared I’d change my mind and get away.

Sounding out of his head, he bit out, “When you ground your sweet pussy against my mouth, my cock almost went off right then. You rode my fucking tongue, didn’t you, Katya? Just to make me insane. You rode it till you came on it.”

I whimpered around the crown. Wanting to try something I’d read about, I straightened my tongue and dipped the tip into his slit. I tasted his pre-cum before it beaded.