The Master (The Game Maker #2)(36)

The addictive taste of his cum.

The possessive way he’d licked my *, as if someone was about to take his favorite treat away and never give it back.

With a curse, I surrendered to my lust, bunching the shirt to my waist as my hand dipped. I was arching to my fingers when I heard: “You really are in heat, aren’t you?”





CHAPTER 16




Mierda!

“Couldn’t hold out?” He knelt on the bed and seized my wrist. “If you have these needs, you call for me.” He brought my hand to his mouth to suck my middle and forefinger between his lips.

As he licked them, he closed his eyes. I shook from sensation, feeling each pull of his mouth in my nipples and core. Could I come like this? I wanted to tell him to leave me alone, that this wasn’t part of the deal. But those memories . . .

He took my wet fingers and returned them between my legs. “Pet yourself.”

I hesitated until he peeled off his shirt and opened the fly of his jeans, his dick proudly jutting, hard as steel. The tip was moist, taunting my tongue.

Game over. I had to experience him just one more time. My fingers got busy.

When he was naked, he started jacking that thick shaft as I masturbated faster. His big fist. His huge cock.

“You like to watch?”

I nodded breathlessly.

“I might let you later. For now, I want more of your taste.”

Grabbing my ankles, he yanked me across the bed. “Spread your legs.” When I did, he stared at my *. “This is mine now.” He met my gaze, telling me, “I own it. Just as I own you. I’m your master now, Katya.”

How could that arouse me so much? I was independent, not about to be owned—

He buried his face between my legs, groaning against my lips.

“Ruso!” Even as my knees fell wide, my gaze locked on his length, on the bead glistening atop that plump crown. “I need your taste too.”

“You want to suck me?”

“Yes!”

Another dark laugh. He maneuvered around to kneel above me, aiming his shaft to my mouth.

Though I’d never sixty-nined before, I eagerly parted my lips for him, tonguing the tip. He continued kissing me so sensuously, but I had to lift my head to get any of his length. Why wouldn’t he give me more? “Más, Ruso.”

“You said you’ve never taken a cock deep,” he rasped between licks. “You want your fantasy?”

“I don’t know. . . . Maybe I could try?”

He released me, then moved to stand beside the bed. He pulled me bodily until my head hung back off the edge of the mattress. Then he stepped over me, positioning my head between his muscular thighs. With the height of the bed, this put his cock and heavy balls just above me.

“Máxim?”

As he guided his shaft down to my open lips, he said, “Take breaths between my thrusts.”

Qué?

He fed his cock into my mouth, then cupped his hands behind my neck.

Oh! I knew this position. Ivanna had called it the “throat swab.” Like this, his dick slid in at a much better angle. Deeper than I’d ever taken one.

But when the crown went too far, I tensed at the sensation, jerking back. My legs drew up defensively.

He pulled out. “Relax, dushen’ka. You can take me,” he said, and he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

For some reason, that random touch—amid all the dirty sex of the last twenty-four hours—affected me so much. When he sank in once more, I ordered my body to relax.

“Good. That’s it.” He pulled out. “Breathe.” Once I’d inhaled, he slowly thrust again.

We did that twice more, with his hands cradling my neck. His thumbs lightly rubbed my throat, guiding me, coaxing . . . until the crown breached deep.

I was doing it! This way was so much easier! Or was it because of the man?

“You’re deep-throating me, Katya.” He sounded proud, which messed with my mind—and aroused me to a frenzy. I moaned around him.

“Taking it so good.” He withdrew, widening his stance. “Breathe.”

I inhaled, greedy for more. On his next thrust, I swallowed him even deeper, reaching behind me to grip the muscles of his ass. Soon we had a perfect rhythm between his thrusts and my breaths, in sync again.

“Take it . . . take it . . . such a good girl . . .” He was teaching me, praising me, and I grew ravenous for him. “My cum will shoot straight into you.”

I moaned again.

“You like this. I can feel your moans as well as hear them. Breathe, baby.”

I dimly remembered a trick Ivanna had told me drove some men crazy. As my throat received Sevastyan and my hands cupped his ass, I dipped my fingers between his cheeks.

“Dushen’ka?” In a hoarse voice, he said, “Are you going to be wicked with me?”

I circled my forefinger at his center. To the sound of his groans, I prodded and prodded.

I penetrated—

“Uhhhn!” His mighty thighs quaked around my ears. “You’re taking my cum before I’m ready!”

I moaned again, and he bellowed, “Katya!” Against my tongue, his shaft began to pump. With a growl, he f*cked my mouth, shooting creamy torrents inside me.

I drank while his thumbs helped his cum down my throat, his grip on my neck possessive but . . . tender.