Chapter 7

DIMITRI

She slides down my lap, placing herself on her knees between my parted legs, and I sit up. She adjusts the hem of my shirt on her body, covering herself like she would if she were praying. Her hands move to my knees, and the smile on her lips is polite, sweet, and innocent.

“It’s like a dirty fantasy come true,” I say, unable to stop looking at her on her knees before me.

“Why?” She smirks. “Don’t tell me you have a Lolita complex.”

I pinch her chin between two fingers, leaning in close to her face. “You’re the only one,” I say, then let go.

She licks her lips; they are plump and moist from sucking me. “Can I blow you now?”

“You want that, don’t you? You want my cock to ram inside your wet mouth.” I spread my legs further, taking my rock-hard cock into my hand and stroking it as I spread my other arm over the headrest. “C’mon, show me how much you want me. I want to see how wet you are.”

Looking between her legs, I signal what I mean, and she understands.

She lands a hand on her thigh and sneaks it beneath the shirt. She spreads her knees apart, holding eye contact with me, then glides her hand inside her panties.

My throat dries as the longing to touch that spot on her engulfs me.

Anya moans, closing her eyes as her fingers work between her legs. After she reopens them, she takes her hand out and shows me her fingers, which are soaked.

Like a starving man, I lurch forward, closing my mouth around her digits and cleaning them off with my tongue.

She stares, stunned, watching me with ardent fascination.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as I lean back into the couch. “You’re soaking, baby. You’re soaking for your professor like a dirty student.”

She puts her hands on my knees, clutching tightly. “Dimitri, oh god…” She eyes my cock, which I am still stroking. “I want to suck you, Dimitri. Let me taste you again.”

“You’re welcome to, baby.”

I release my cock for her, and she bends over my lap to close her lips around it. I push her head down, seeing my length disappearing inside her. Inch by inch, she takes me into her mouth, and I can feel that she has devoured five of my seven piercings.

Stars dance before my eyes. “Yeah, okay—oh, fuck! Take it, baby. It’s all yours. My cock is all yours to play with. Spit on it.”

Drool slips from the sides of her mouth, wetting my jeans, and her eyes tear up. As my tip slides beyond her tongue, she manages to keep her gag reflex down, taking me to a depth in her throat no woman ever could.

~God…this woman.~

Anya meets my eyes after she pulls back to my tip and begins sucking me, her tongue working around my length. I slowly guide her head up and down, teaching her the pace I prefer to be blown with. She complies, letting me fuck her mouth.

“You look beautiful, baby,” I murmur between raspy exhales. “Gorgeous with this big cock in your mouth. Suck me in.”

She bobs her head up and down my length, causing electric sensations to travel up my nerves, short-circuiting my senses with the pleasure she is giving me.

“Damn, keep going. Keep bobbing your head like that.” I caress her cheekbones while exhaling through my mouth. “You like it, don’t you? You like Daddy’s cock inside you.”

She dips her head in a nod.

“Touch yourself, Anya,” I demand. “Lube my cock with your pussy juices.”

Her left hand disappears, and soon she is moaning against my length. She brings her wet fingers back and spreads her want for me around the base of my cock, working it with her palm.

“That’s my good girl. Take it deep. Take it deep.” She does take me deep—all the way in, as far as it can go. “Oh, fuck! Can I fuck your mouth, baby? Will you let me fuck your sweet, hot mouth?”

She nods eagerly, and I waste no time taking her head between both hands, thrusting my hips up, and hitting the back of her throat with every stroke.

“Take it, yes. Take my cock. Let me fuck your throat. Oh, fuck.” The words spill from me like I am a deranged man as I fuck her, and she doesn’t protest, taking and taking everything I give her.

My vision darkens before my balls tighten, filling up with the release she is churning from me. My thrusts quicken. Light sheens of sweat cover both of us; beads form on her forehead as she blows me like an expert.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” I sputter through gritted teeth, my thrusts becoming sloppy. “I have a load to blow. You need me to pull out?”

She shakes her head. Her fingers enclose around my balls and squeeze.

“No? Okay, then.” I snap my hips, my muscles drawing tight as I throw my head back and release into her mouth. “Take it. Take it all down your—oh…god…”

I fall back on the couch, my hands leaving her head, and watch her milk wave after wave of pleasure from me. Her face is all red as she sucks me clean.

“Yes, swallow it.” I run my hand through her golden tresses. “Lick it clean. Fuck, baby. I don’t want you to pull me out. I need to capture this image in my mind.”

After a few more sucks, she slides my cock out of her mouth with a ~pop~, licking the white stains from her lips. She rubs my remaining cum dribbling off her chin with the back of her hand before standing up.

“We can do that later.” She climbs on top of me, straddling me. “It’s your turn now. Fuck me, Dimitri. Plea—”

I snap my hand around her neck, holding her head straight, as I capture her mouth with mine, tasting myself and her mixed together.

She opens her mouth, inviting my tongue in and allowing us to tangle in pleasure. We break away only once we need to catch our breaths.

“I taste good on you,” I say between inhales, my thumb grazing her chin lightly and the tips of my fingers dancing over her moist lips.

She pouts. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me in your bed. I have always wanted to go there.”

A shit-eating grin spreads across my lips despite myself. I clutch her hips in a tight grasp before rising from the couch. “You don’t have to tell me twice, Miss Renée,” I whisper over her sacrilegious mouth. “Daddy will always grant your wishes.”