Sophia’s POV
I had clearly lost my damn mind.
Ivan Kozlov had caressed me between my legs. Dropped to his knees for me. Had I complained or tried to stop him? No, because the way he bossed me around turned my insides into melted chocolate and my brain into a mushy gummy bear. It was like he started talking dirty and I lost the ability to think.
My plan to escape was momentarily forgotten.
God help me, I wanted him. So bad I’m beginning to question my sanity.
As he kissed my inner thigh, his strong hands held me in place. Hands that had done unspeakable violence yet could be tender, as well. I was completely open before him, his face close to my pussy. Would he enjoy eating me out? I knew from watching porn that a lot of guys enjoyed it, but I’ve never been comfortable enough to let my exes kiss me down there.
The tip of Ivan’s tongue touched my folds-and I jumped.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Put your hands on your tits, play with your nipples while you feel what I am doing to you.” He tongued my folds again, giving me pleasure that was so foreign. “Ty svodish’ menya s uma.” [You drive me crazy]
Fuck, hearing Russian words come out of his mouth in that low tone was hot. I cupped my breasts, which were already heavy and aching, and squeezed my nipples. Pleasure streaked through me. Ivan dipped his head and licked me, and heat pooled at my abdomen.
Humming in satisfaction, he pressed closer and tongued my entrance. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
Then he began moving his lips and tongue, exploring my labia, until he reached my clit. The first swipe of his tongue over that tiny bundle of nerves caused me to slam my eyelids shut and throw my head back. It was like a switch to the pleasure center of my brain had been flipped on.
Tingles ran up and down my legs and I could only lie there as he did it again and again, flicking and circling my clit with his tongue. And I see stars, an overwhelming pleasure hits me like a truck.
“Oh, God. Ivan, please,” I pleaded. I didn’t even know why I was pleading. Please stop? Please don’t stop?
His finger worked its way into my pussy, stretching me.
“Fuck, fuck, so good,” I moaned.
The reaction earned me another finger and a long suck on my clitoris. My toes curled and I could feel an orgasm building in my belly. How was this happening so fast? “I’m so close,” I told him. “Oh, God, Ivan. Keep going, please.”
Before I could stop myself, my hips started rocking against his face, my body desperate for release. He continued to flick his tongue rapidly on my clitoris and pump his fingers into my pussy.
He ate me like a man on a mission, turning me into a whimpering, sobbing mess. God, he’s so good at this.
But I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me. I don’t think I have it in me to care about the fact that he’s my captor right now. I just needed him so badly.
The thought of his muscled body, so manly and strong, pounding into me pushed me over the edge. I shouted as my walls convulsed around his fingers, my limbs shaking. The euphoria washed over me, more intense than I’d ever felt before.
This wasn’t the gentle waves of a self-induced orgasm I usually get from using a vibrator. This was so much more, it was a shattering and out-of-body experience.
When it finally ended, I sagged into the mattress, limp.
Ivan’s mouth gentled but didn’t stop as he lapped up the wetness at my entrance. His eyes were closed as if he were savoring me, and I couldn’t look away from his ridiculously handsome face. Why did he have to be so incredibly hot? It would make him easier to resist if he were unattractive.
He’s not like other guys I’ve been with before.
This was a man who knew what he wanted and took it-and right now that thing was me. I licked my lips, a fresh shot of desire going through me.
His eyelids opened and dark blue eyes pinned me to the spot. They were wild and hungry. Feral. A little scary, even. He continued to taste me while staring up at me as if he were gauging my reaction. I couldn’t move, my muscles were weak.
Then he crawled over me, kissing my skin along the way, until he reached my breasts. I liked that I was completely naked and he was still dressed. Something about that felt naughty, I felt vulnerable but also seductive.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, with long pulls that echoed between my legs, directly in my clit. While he toyed with the other with his fingers.
Everything was heightened, my body more sensitive now that I’d come, and he seemed in no hurry to move on as he lavished attention on my breast.
Soon I was whimpering, squirming, and writhing, my heart racing as I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders. He switched to my other breast, his tongue flicking my nipple and then biting it softly before bringing the nipple into his mouth to suck.
I was a shuddering, mindless mess, unable to stop moaning as he played with me. It was like he was trying to send me to an early grave through foreplay. And I imagined what the main thing would feel like.
His fingers slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit exactly like I did when I masturbated, with light steady pressure, rubbing it steady and fast, and I came a second time. When I finally calmed down, he released my breast and kissed my neck.
“Vy ideal’ny,” he said against my neck.[You are perfect]
Why is he saying things like this to me? He’s a royal dickhead and it has to remain that way. Ivan being sweet seemed pretty dangerous. It makes my heart flutter.
But before I could wrap my head around that fact, he shifted and rolled off the bed. He stood up and raked his eyes along my body, an erection bulging in his trousers. Then he turned and started for the door. “Goodnight, princess.”
Uhmm, okay…what was happening? Didn’t he want to have sex with me? “Where are you going?”I asked, trying hard to not sound as desperate as I felt.
“To bed, of course, sleep tight luchik.”
“But…” I wanted you to fuck me.
I didn’t know how to ask it. Worse, I knew I shouldn’t. This man was bad for me. I should be pushing him away.
But I wasn’t. I didn’t care, at least not right now.
I wanted to know the feel of his dick, what it would be like to have him slide inside me. Fill me up and overwhelm me in the very best way.
From the bulge tenting in his trousers, I could see the outline of Ivan’s cock. It looked massive, long, and thick. Swallowing, I licked my suddenly dry lips. Fuck, a cock like that would completely wreck me-and a man like Ivan Kozlov was unlikely to be gentle.
And I wanted it so bad.
Oh, for God’s sake. You’re fucked up, Sophia.
He seemed to have read my mind, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I already told you, I want you to beg for it like a needy little cockslut. To need my cock so badly and ask me to fuck you until you forget your middle name.” He opened the door.
“Wait,” I called as he started to leave. The fog of lust had cleared and the bubble we were in had dissolved. It felt like I’d come back to my senses a bit.
“Yes?” He looked bored, perfectly under control. As if he hadn’t eaten me out like a possessed man moments ago.
“This won’t happen again, it was a mistake. Only tonight.”
He smiled, his eyes filled with amusement, “Okay, Sophia. Whatever helps you sleep at night. I’m going to fuck you anyway. Now don’t worry your pretty little head and go to sleep.”
He left without another word, locking the door shut.