Page 58 of Devious Obsession
“On your knees,” he commands in a growl.
As I sink to the floor, he wraps his hand around his thick shaft, stroking himself until I’m eyes-to-cock with him.
“Open, Babygirl.” He brushes the head of his dick across my lips. “Open for daddy.”
I wet my lips, then do as he says, his cock sliding in before I’m ready. I press my hands to his thighs to balance myself.
There’s a hint of pain in his groan when I wrap my lips tight around him and begin to suck. He’s heavy against my tongue, thick enough to fill my throat when he pushes further down. I swallow him, and he mutters something in Russian.
I swirl my tongue beneath him, finding the sensitive spot and flicking over it.
Another curse in Russian.
I wrap my hand around the bottom of his shaft, stroking him as I suck on his cock.
He lets loose a string of curses, and he moves his hand back into my hair. Either to keep me from stopping, or to keep himself upright. I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not going anywhere.
In the past doing this, being on my knees for a man, left me feeling dirty and gross. But here with Artem, it’s different. It’s empowering. This man has the strength of a black bear, but he’s barely able to hold himself up right now because of me.
“Enough,” he barks.
Before I even register he’s said something, he grabs me under my arms and lifts me to my feet and then up over his shoulder.
“Artem! What’s wrong?” I push against his back when my stomach hits his shoulder.
“I need more than your mouth.” He carries me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He kicks the door shut with his foot, then tosses me onto the bed.
He climbs onto the bed, blanketing me with his body. Framing my face with both hands, he kisses the breath right out of me. When he’s finished, he lines up our eyes and the emotion swimming in his mirrors mine now.
He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to. I can hear everything his soul is saying.
I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him back down to me, and kiss his cheek, then his mouth.
“I thought you said you needed me,” I tease, biting on his lower lip.
“Is your chest okay?” He lifts up.
“If you stop now, Artem, I think I’ll have to kill you.”
“Tell me you’re not in pain,” he orders, lowering his eyes to the bandage on my chest.
“It’s just a cut. I’m fine. No pain. At least not there.”
His eyes warm again. “Where does my baby hurt?”
I slink my hand between our bodies, wrapping my hand around his shaft and dragging his cock through my soaking wet folds.
“Here.”
“Then I better kiss it and make it all better.” He winks, then disappears down the length of my body.
I start to protest, because I don’t want his tongue, I want him inside me. I want to be filled with every part of him.
But then he spreads my thighs and lowers his head between them, and I’m lost.
He eats me as though he’s been starving in the woods for decades. I’m barely able to make sounds as his tongue darts and swirls. When I move my thighs, he yanks them apart again, slapping them.
The sting increases the fire burning inside me, and I shove my hands into his hair.
