Satin Princess(108)

His eyes darken as I slowly pull down his zipper and push his pants down his hips. I can feel him hardening as I reach inside his boxer briefs. I pull them down and his massive, gorgeous cock stands at attention.

I wrap my hand around his shaft as I lean forward and run my tongue over his tip. He gives a low growl that comes from somewhere deep inside and reverberates right through me.

His desire spurs me on. I haven’t felt like myself in so long, but desire for Anton is a part of me now. Feeling it now, aching for him now, reminds me who I am. What I want.

I open my mouth and take him inside. He’s big, so it takes me a moment to work myself around him. But I adjust fast, sucking on him while my right hand twists gently around his shaft.

The more comfortable I get, the easier it is to push my boundaries. I open my mouth a little wider with each stroke, taking him deeper and deeper inside my throat.

I can taste his salty precum, and it only makes me want him more. I suck hard until he groans with pleasure. Then I plant my hands on his hips and start moving in and out, picking up speed, fucking my mouth with him.

Anton wraps his hand around the back of my head, guiding me against him. His thighs tighten under my palms. I’d be content to take him this way, to finish him like this, but Anton pulls out at the last minute.

“Come in my mouth,” I beg him, licking my bottom lip.

His eyes flash, but he shakes his head. “I love hearing you say that. But not today. Today, I want to feel all of you.”

Then he grabs my hand and pulls me upright. He peels down the black tights I’m wearing until they’re knotted around my ankles.

His huge hands squeeze my ass and I moan, loving the ways he and I seem to fit together.

When I’m naked, he takes a step back and looks at me. I avert my gaze self-consciously.

“Look at me, kotyonok,” he commands.

I obey, meeting his eyes. And just like that, all of the self-consciousness fades away.

I can see his desire for me written plainly on his face. I recognize it because the same desire is burning in me.

There’s nothing to be nervous about.

This is how it’s supposed to feel.

Anton steps towards me and pushes me back on the bed. He rolls me with strong hands and curls his torso along my back, fitting his hard body against all my soft edges.

I can feel his cock between my cheeks. His hands run down my body, stopping to massage my breasts even as his cock slides up and down my ass.

“Anton,” I moan. “Stop teasing me.”

He laughs cruelly, then kisses my ear and moves down my neck, blazing a path with his lips as his fingers clamp down on my nipple. I cry out in pure lust.

“Anton!” I exclaim as I press my ass back against his erection.

This time, he moans, too. As though he can’t hold himself back any longer, he pushes his cock inside me. He fills me completely with one thrust and my vision blurs underneath a haze of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he whispers, nuzzling against my shoulder.

I reach back and clasp his neck as he starts rocking against me. The position feels both erotic and intimate. Our bodies are glued together, our hips rolling in rhythm. I can feel his sweat slick against my back.

I arch my neck and his lips land right in the curve. He keeps massaging my breasts as he fucks me harder and harder.

I know he won’t come until I’ve gone first. I always start out caring more about his pleasure than mine. But somewhere in the middle, he makes me forget all my expectations.

Suddenly, I’m chasing an orgasm, oblivious to anything and anyone else in the world.

I can count the number of times I orgasmed with Dane on one hand. They were always hard-fought climaxes that depended on my contribution as much as his.

With Anton, however, I feel like I have no control. He’s driving my body and there’s nothing left for me to do but surrender.

Anton is breathing heavily in my ear, groaning with each hard thrust. “I want to take you in every conceivable position. Every way I can get you.”

I press my hips back, giving him more access to me, moaning as he enters me at a slightly different angle.

“Do it,” I gasp. “Show me.”

His hand wraps around my body and settles between my legs. As he enters me again from behind, he strokes my clit, driving me higher and higher.

“Come for me, Jessa,” he rasps.

“Touch me,” I say, even though Anton is already touching me everywhere. I’m a greedy little bitch for him and I want more, more, more. “Fuck me. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He starts thrusting into me with a new determination. He slides his other hand over my chest and clasps the front of my throat. But I’m not afraid. I’m not worried.

I know Anton would never hurt me.

And with that thought, pleasure courses through me. I cry out as the orgasm takes hold. As my body clamps around Anton again and again.

Even as I fall apart, Anton doesn’t stop. He keeps slamming his hips against my ass. And seconds after my orgasm starts to unravel, I feel him release inside me with a roar.

I ride his length in long, lazy strokes, helping to bring him down.

Eventually, he slides out of me with a sigh and rolls onto his back. I twist around so that I can see him.

Fuck, he’s beautiful. Gorgeous, sculpted, unyielding. I drag a finger over his bottom lip and he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue flicks the end of my finger, reminding me of how much I want that mouth on my body.