His hands took control of her head, forcing her a little lower. She would have gone on her own, but he didn’t wait that half second and the action surprised her. She nearly lost the rhythm, but he didn’t push her down too far and she tightened her mouth, hearing him groan. The sound was amazing. Perfect. Real. The feel of him in her mouth was real.
He took over the pace, making it a little faster, going a little deeper, his hips taking control when he held her head there.
“Harder, Lissa. Suck harder.” His eyes closed for a brief moment and then he had to see that beautiful, incredible sight. Her fantasy lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes caressing him as her mouth pleasured him. “Chertovski krasivaya,” he swore in Russian, his voice guttural. “That’s it, malyshka, that’s perfect.”
She kept her gaze fixed on his. The look in his eyes sent red-hot streaks straight to her core. Her temperature soared along with her need. The more drops spilled into her mouth, the more she craved. Mostly, she craved that look. She knew she was giving him something he’d never had before. Women had most definitely sucked his cock for him, she wasn’t his first, but from the genuine look on his face, she knew this was the first real time. His reaction to her wasn’t a practiced art. It was all real. As his hips thrust, she took him deeper, feeling the solid length of him, not coming close to all of him, but he touched the back of her throat and was gone. She didn’t want him to go. She used her tongue, curling and dancing, flattening it to stroke hard and then sucking even harder, trying to relax enough to take him deeper.
Abruptly, his hands gripped her with a fierce determination and he forced her head up and off of him. She heard herself moan softly, not wanting to let go. “I wasn’t finished,” she pointed out. “You taste so good, Casimir. I think I’m already addicted.”
Casimir walked her backward until her knees hit the bed. All the while she kept her fist wrapped tight around his cock, and the action nearly sent him over the edge. He had never been this close to the edge of his control.
“This is mine,” she said, her chin going up in a challenge. “You’re taking away something that belongs to me.”
“Temporarily,” he said. “I’m only taking it away temporarily.” He could make his home there in her mouth. She was beautiful. Defiant. Challenging him. He loved a good challenge, and his woman was about to see what he was capable of. “I want to eat you up. Devour you. Like honey. Like candy. You had your fun and now it’s my turn.”
Lust consumed him. Emotions he hadn’t known himself capable of. For the first time in his life, he knew exactly who he was. Casimir Prakenskii was a real man and he had his woman there with him, wiping out every ugly thing in his past. Making him whole again. Filling that emptiness in him with her gift.
His body burned for hers. His mouth watered for the taste of her. His palms itched – both of them, needing her soft skin under them. Even his fingertips pulsed with a terrible ache. His cock raged at him. Raged. Genuine and hungry. That need so elemental, so primitive he felt savage. He told himself to go slow, that this time had to be for her. An assault on her senses, building her need until it was every bit as brutal as his own. He wanted this time to be perfect for her, and he had the feeling that stretching her so he could fit would take a little finessing. Still, she was made for him or his mark wouldn’t be there, ready to be branded deep into her cells.
His body shuddered with need. He caught at her small waist and tugged her to him, bending his head so he could take her mouth with his. He wasn’t as gentle as he’d been the first time, kissing her over and over, making demands, giving himself up to her fire, allowing it to pour down his throat straight to his heart like red-hot magma.
He knew what he was doing taking her inside like that. Letting that slow, thick lava fill every hole, every gap, seal his emptiness with her. He did so willingly. Let her enslave him. Let her claim him. Because he had every intention of doing the same with her. She owned his cock. She also owned the rest of him. He didn’t care how it happened; he was grateful it could happen. He had forgotten how to feel, and now emotions were there, genuine, overwhelming him.
He took her mouth gently this time, tender even. “I need to know if you’re on birth control. If you’re protected. I’m clean, I always make certain.”
She swallowed hard, her fingers still claiming his heavy erection. She nodded to let him know she was safe.
He kissed her over and over and then let his mouth drift down her throat to the upper curves of her breasts. “You’re going to have to give me back my cock while you take off your skirt, golubushka. I need your body.”