Page 31 of Wild Heart
Fire spread throughout the ridges of my spine, and with both palms on his stomach, I shoved. My feet hit the floor with a slap, and I swayed where I sat, dizzy with need.
“I can’t wait, Papa. Please.”
He tore his pants down with a grunt.
My eyes rolled back at the first taste of him.Ohmygod.The swell of his cock muted the sound I made, but I knew he heard it by the way his stomach dipped. My lips stretched and burned as I pulled him farther into my mouth, and when my hands shot outward, searching for something to grab, he guided them to his hips.
I sank my nails into the firm angles and hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head as I sucked him in and out of my mouth. His hands were warm as they settled on the back of my head, tangling all ten of his fingers in my hair in a way that pinched my scalp. The pain was faint, but it was enough to bring me right to the cusp of pleasure.
He pulled at my curled strands until our gazes caught, and I was staring up at him through heavy, wet lashes.
“Krasavitsa,” he marveled. “Pure fucking perfection. Can you take more of me?”
Spit dribbled down my chin when I nodded.
His cock thickened on my tongue, and I let my eyes close, lashes touching the tops of my cheeks. Tears escaped their corners when the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. I gagged a little.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, but I didn’t want easy.
I wanted him.
My throat spasmed against his cock. When the tip of my nose was buried against his pelvis, he growled and dragged his pointer finger along the curve of my stretched lips.
“Look at you.Fuck.You’re loving this, aren’t you? Mouth full of my cock? Can you feel the way you’re trembling for me?”
I was drowning in bliss, quivering with a need that left me feeling like I’d been electrified. My body grew heavy, and my head began to roll but Papa caught it between his palms, brushing away my tears with his thumbs while he held it for me.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praised, and my nose burned like maybe I was about to start crying for another reason.
Papa muttered something else, something soft and possessive, but I couldn’t quite make out the words. It didn’t matter… I only needed the sound of his voice.
His hands.
His scent.
I couldn’t be sure how much time had passed when his muscles quaked. Cock pulsing, he spilled across my tongue with a low-sounding groan and rubbed my throat as it convulsed.
It was too much, and when his come started to leak from the corners of my mouth, I whined loud enough for him to hear.
“That’s okay, baby. Papa will get the rest for you.”
He held my jaw and dragged his cock from my mouth. Fingers flexing, he swept them across my chin before pushing them into my mouth. I hummed as I sucked, lifting my arms to wrap them around his waist.
When I was done, he pinched my bottom lip between his fingers and bent to give me a kiss. “You doing okay, baby?”
I nodded, pulling on him just enough that I could nuzzle my face into his stomach.
He shifted, and all at once, panic seized me. Digging my nails into the skin covering his spine, I started to shake.
“Don’t leave.Please.”
“Ah, Solnyshko. I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”
He kissed my forehead then and again on the tip of my nose. Both of my cheeks and my temples. The corners of my mouth and the space just beneath my jaw.
“You did so good for me,” he whispered. “And you look so pretty covered in my marks, all debauched and stained with tears.”
Bruises across my chest and claw marks on my thighs, I felt suddenly possessive of the prints he left behind. Palms to my sternum, I pressed the tips of my fingers into the small purple circles, whimpering against both the ache and the reminder that I’d been good for him.
