Sophia’s POV: I want you on my cock
His mouth left mine, and I moaned when his tongue found the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder and he sucked it.
I didn’t care about anything else, my anger temporarily forgotten. All I wanted was for this man to fuck me into next week.
Yes, go right ahead and judge me. But it wasn’t my fault that my head and heart weren’t in sync-my body was even worse-plus Ivan makes me stupid, we’ve already established that.
A soft gasp escaped me when he hoisted me up, hooked my legs around his waist and carried me out of the rooftop.
“I can walk,” I said, sounding out of breath.
“I know.” Was the grunted response before his mouth came crashing down on mine again.
Blurry glimpses of paintings and decorations passed through my peripheral vision as he steered us through the hallways.
When we reached his room, he took out a card from his pocket and opened the door. He kicked the door shut behind us and set me down, his breath was ragged as my own.
In seconds we were on each other again, our movements were frantic, almost desperate as we tore our clothes off.
His suit jacket. My dress. His shirt. My panties.
Soon we were left in nothing but our bare skin. My eyes roam Ivan’s perfectly sculpted body, I was tempted to trace my fingers on his chiseled abs, he had the perfect Adonis belt.
A moan escaped me as my eyes dropped below his Adonis belt, his cock standing proudly, huge , hard and leaking with precum.
My mouth watered. I swallowed thickly, fuck, I wanted to get on my knees and taste him.
When I finally dragged my gaze back up to his, his eyes were already focused on me, a sly grin plastered on his face.
He closed the remaining distance between us, caressing my lips with his thumb. “Such a nasty slut, you’re practically drooling for my cock.”
His gaze locked with mine.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
And I dropped to my knees almost immediately. I desperately wanted to suck him off. I wanted to be on my knees, choking on his dick. Just the visual was enough to make me wet, I could feel warm juices escape my pussy as it twitched.
“Show me, luchik. Show me how much you want my cock in your slutty mouth.”
I reached for his cock, he grabbed my hands. “First, let your hair loose. I like it when you let your hair down.”
My stomach fluttered at his words.
Lifting my hands up, I pulled the band holding my hair up in a ponytail, letting my hair fall completely. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes tracked my movements.
I liked what I was doing to him, making him lose control and seducing me.
I took my time, sliding my hands up his thighs. I stuck out my tongue and leaned in, tasting the bead of precum on his tip, teasing the sensitive hole on his cock.
But he wasn’t having it, because he fists my hair and grabbed the base of his cock. “Suck me. Now, Princess.”
I opened my mouth wider and he thrust inside, the warm, velvety, salty taste of him gliding across my tongue.
Fuck, I liked that. I closed my eyes but he snapped, “Keep your eyes on me detka.”
My clit pulsed in happiness, my body drunk on him, completely turned on by his dominance. Soon he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep my jaw and throat relaxed, and Ivan took advantage, thrusting deeper until I gagged.
“That’s it,” he said. “I want to see tears streaming down your cheeks from having your face thoroughly fucked.”
I couldn’t help it-I moaned against his thick length. His nostrils flared. “Yebat’! Ty chertovski idealen.” [Fuck! You’re so fucking perfect.]
He didn’t hold back any longer, fucking my mouth with rough strokes, his hand still in my hair guiding me. “Relax your throat, solnyshko,” he rasped.
He pushed and I gagged, but he didn’t withdraw. Tears spilled over my lashes and I struggled to breath.
I felt dizzy from lack of air but that only made me hornier, there’s something about being on my knees while Ivan used my mouth for his pleasure that did things to me.
He watched my mouth, fascinated by the view he saw. “You’re such a good girl, milaya, taking my cock like you were born to take it. My dirty, little cockslut.”
My preened at his praise.
He was panting hard, his breath ragged as he continued to fuck my mouth.
I couldn’t hold back, I moved one hand between my thighs and found my pussy, it felt so wet and swollen against my fingers. I moved them against my clit and moaned in pleasure.
Ivan’s eyes moved to my hand and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Getting used by me turns you on, huh?”
I nodded and he cursed under his breath.
“Play with your nipples like I would, Princess.”
I moved my free hand to my breast and teased the little bud there, pinching and rubbing it.
Fuck, it was all too much, I could feel my orgasm building and I’d barely touched myself.
One more flick of his hips and he was all the way into my mouth, and my nose pressed against his pelvis. His grip on my hair tightened as my throat flexed involuntarily.
He moaned and cursed loudly. “Fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
I bobbed my head at the same time with his thrust, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My nipples, momentarily forgotten as I favoured my wet cunt, masturbating just the way I liked it. Flicking my clit rapidly, with just enough pressure to give me pleasure.
I could feel my orgasm in my spine and I flicked my clit harder as Ivan kept thrusting.
Fuck, almost there! This is way too good, way too intense.
Then he pulled out of my mouth abruptly, a whine escaped me.
“Get up, solnyshko. I want you on my cock.”