Once the dress is over my head, I drop it at my feet onto the soft, plush carpet. Elian’s appraising gaze trails over me, from my hair, down my shoulders, over my breasts. And then slowly down my stomach, which has hummingbird wings fluttering wildly inside as he lowers his stare until he reaches my panties.
A rumble vibrates in his chest. He lifts his drink, taking a long swallow before lowering the glass and setting it on the table in front of him. When he rises to full height, he takes a step toward me, but he doesn’t come close enough to touch.
Silently, he shoves his hands in his pockets before a small grin forms on his face. “On your knees,” he finally speaks, the words booming around me even though he hasn’t said it loudly. My nerves take hold as I slowly lower to my knees. This time, he gifts me a full, megawatt smile when he takes me in. “Are your panties getting wet, deviant?”
I nod, even though I know it’s going to get me into trouble. Taunting the monster that lurks beneath those pretty, blue eyes is what I do best. Why change the habit now?
“I’m sure your clit is throbbing at the anticipation of what I’m going to do to you. Before I even touch that tight cunt, I’m going to see how good you are with your mouth.” As he speaks, I watch as his hands move to the buttons of his shirt. Each one released from its confines. Once they’re all loose, he shrugs off the material, allowing it to flutter to the floor.
His body is exquisite. Toned with dips and peaks that make my mouth water. He’s not overly chiseled, but he doesn’t need to be because every inch of him is pure muscle. This isn’t a boy. This is a man.
He takes his time unlooping his belt from his slacks and then the zipper hisses, which only makes the tremble that’s got a hold of my body worse. He’s right—anticipation has most definitely got a hold of me.
“Open your mouth,” he orders in a gruff, yet husky tone. “Stick out that pretty little tongue for me.” The more he speaks, the more my need grows. I obey him without question, just like we agreed.
His slacks hang onto his hips. His hands dip into his boxer briefs, and he grips the thickness hiding inside, pulling it out until it’s pointing right at me, angry and needy. The tip of him already weeping, wanting me.
I learned that men are least powerful when a woman is on her knees or on her back. Because we hold the power to say no. We can stop what we don’t want if it’s not acceptable. Elian closes the distance between us in two small steps and then his cock is touching my tongue. The saltiness of his arousal coating me, taunting me.
“Fuck,” he growls when I wrap my lips around the head and gently suck. “Open your fucking mouth.” I widen my hold on him. And he taps my tongue three times, as if he wants to slap me with the thick, angry shaft. He slides into my warmth, deep. When he hits the back of my throat, tears spring to my eyes, and he grins down at me.
Hello, Monster. Have you come out to play?
Elian’s gaze darkens with desire. “Suck,” is the only word that tumbles from his mouth and once more, like the good little deviant I am, I suck him. His cock throbs in my mouth, the thickness of it making me gag, but he doesn’t relent. His hands fist my hair, holding me hostage. He is in control. Spit drips from my lips, down my chin and onto my chest. And from the look in his eyes, Elian loves it like that. And I have to be honest with myself—I’m wet, needy, and aching for more.
He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, over and over again. I taunt and tease him with my tongue, sliding it along the shaft, and hum the moment he hits the back of my throat. The more he does it, the easier it becomes, and I focus past the gag reflex and take him even deeper.
His hands tighten in my hair, tugging until the bite of pain is merely a tingling sting. My clit, my pussy, my whole body is alight with need for him. I want to show him pleasure he’s never felt before.
“Don’t swallow just yet,” he grits through clenched teeth, his eyes black and dangerous. His body seizes suddenly, and his cock throbs. His growl is feral and animalistic as he finds release, the salty arousal painting my tongue. When he pulls free, I’m sure a I’m mess. “You look beautiful with your makeup streaming down your cheeks,” Elian says with satisfaction dripping from his voice.
My saliva has drenched the top of the bra I’m wearing, and my mouth has been marked by this powerful man. I open my mouth to show him his seed on my tongue. The motion has him smiling almost sadistically. I’ve given him pleasure, and I’m shaking with desire to do it again. The darkness inside him is awake and dancing under the moonlight. And I revel in the way he’s looking at me.
“Good girl,” he tells me. “Now swallow.” And I do. The taste of him sliding down my throat. And I’m already hungry for more.
So much more.
27
Elian
I’m still lost in bliss when I see her swallow my release. The way she basks in how I used her is intoxicating. I want to do it again. Fuck, I want to do it over and over again until she’s nothing but a trembling mess.
“Did you like me using your mouth like that?” I tip my head to the side, regarding her
