5
Oksana inhaled sharply through her nose when the kiss started. Her lips were soft and warm. I shifted the angle, finding a position that was more comfortable, since she hadn’t moved. She didn’t break the kiss, but she didn’t put forth any effort, either.
Why should she? This was the dumbest fucking idea ever. What the hell was I thinking, kissing her? How virginal was the virgin?
Shit. What if this was her first kiss? It was awkward enough to be one. I felt like I was back in high school, fumbling around with a girl, not knowing what my next move should be. I hated the feeling almost as much as I hated how I couldn’t peel my lips away from this epic fail of a kiss.
Her lips parted, probably to say something, but I didn’t allow it. Instead, I shoved my way inside her mouth and felt the jolt go through her. The slide of my tongue over hers was a fucking activation switch, because she softened. Her tongue hesitantly sought mine. Her lips opened more and finally answered me back, making her a willing participant in the kiss.
My heart beat faster, and without thinking, my hands coursed up her arms, over her shoulders, and into her hair. I tugged her head back and forced my tongue deeper in her mouth. I took. I claimed. I owned her with my kiss, which was growing more intense every second. It was wild and verged on out of control.
Her hands tugged again at my belt, and I let her jerk the end of it free and undo my buckle. I was too focused on the way her lips moved against mine to stop her. She tore at the snap with shaky hands and dropped my zipper, brushing over my hard-on. I groaned against her mouth, but shoved her back, breaking the connection.
Her eyes were full of chaos and confusion.
My undone jeans were caught on my hips, and my erection strained against the cotton of my boxer briefs, reaching for her through the undone sides of my zipper. Lust throbbed through my entire body. I felt it in every goddamn inch, and cursed in my head. Her lips were swollen from my kiss, and she panted like I’d been chasing her for hours.
Wasn’t the weed supposed to make me mellow? All I felt was pulsing need and aggression.
I came back to her, fisting my hand on the knot of hair, and jerked her head back so hard, she let out a whimper. I crushed my palm to her breast, lifting and squeezing while my teeth scraped over the side of her neck. She smelled like my soap. I sucked on the spot where her pulse throbbed.
A trembling moan came from Oksana. It could have been panic, or surprise, or pleasure. I didn’t know her noises, and fuck me, I wanted to learn them all. I pinched and twisted her nipple, going until she gave me another noise. It was a sharp hiss.
That was pain.
I let go and slid my hand straight down the slope of her body so I could press my fingers in the warm crevice between her legs. She gasped and tried to pull away.
That was shock.
My hold on her hair made it so she couldn’t run from me, and as she bucked, I released my grip so I could band my arm behind her back and hold her tighter. Would I be able to find the sound she made for pleasure? My fingers searched over her damp skin.
I was too close and my hand was in the way, so she couldn’t complete her task of getting my pants down. Her palms were on my shoulders, clawing and scratching at my shirt, trying to push me back. Or maybe hold on. My fingertips found her clit and stirred, causing her body to lock up.
As I swirled my fingers, her hands clenched and fisted my shirt. She grew wet.
“You don’t seem to mind me touching you now,” I said.
Her head tipped forward, and her forehead thumped into my chest. It felt like a surrender, and my chest grew five inches. I got drunk off the control, and twitched my fingers faster. A faint moan was muted against my skin.
That was pleasure.
Reluctant pleasure, but it’d do . . . for now.
“Has anyone touched you like this before?” My voice was uneven, surprising me.
Her forehead slid slowly up and down against the center of my chest in a nod. I stared down at the top of her head. Once again, she couldn’t bring herself to look at me. I withdrew my hand from between her thighs and curled it around her neck, forcing her to stretch up and look at me with half-lidded eyes. I dragged my thumb over her lush, parted lips.
“What about this mouth? Anyone fucked you here yet?”
She didn’t blink, and I was happy about it. Our connection was unbroken, even as she slowly shook her head no. Desire whipped at me, roaring into a frenzy. I used my hand on her throat to force her down. She buckled, folding her legs beneath her as I positioned her to kneel on the carpet. Her blue eyes peered up at me, nervous.
I’d never seen anything sexier than Oksana naked on her knees before me with her virgin mouth gaping. I pushed at the sides of my jeans and let them slide down my legs. My dick was so hard, it hurt when I tugged my underwear down, unleashing it. It bobbed in freedom before settling at full mast, angling toward its destination.
Her worried expression shifted to all-out fear when she was face-to-face with my cock. I had good equipment, and I was a fucking expert at using it.
I spread my feet as far apart as the jeans down around my calves would allow, and put a hand on top of her head. I ringed my other hand around the base of my dick, holding it steady. “Open wide, baby.”
She grunted in displeasure and glared up at me, opening her mouth to say something, but I just smiled and cut her off by shoving the head of my cock between her lips. Wet heat closed all around, and fire seared up my spine. Her tongue was soft against the sensitive underside of my tip, and I stroked against it as I pressed further inside.
Her hands flew up and she braced herself against my thighs, but I continued to advance and held her head steady, pushing in as deep as I could get. When I hit the back of her throat, she coughed and retreated, pulling away. She sat back on her haunches and pressed her fingertips to her lips, and fire burned in her watering eyes.
I smirked. “Too much for you? Imagine what it’s going to feel like when all that’s in your pussy.”
I pushed her to the edge of disgust, but still, she said nothing. There was no attempt to stand or scramble away. She remained on her knees, obedient. Even when I pushed her head toward my crotch and traced the tip of my dick across her lips. I slid my damp, meaty flesh back and forth, searching for entrance.
“Open your goddamn mouth.”
She followed my command. What would the virgin do if I slapped her with my dick? How much further would she let me push?
“There you go,” I said, easing between her lips. “That’s a good girl.”
I’d been in her mouth all of three seconds, and I was worried I was going to lose control. She wasn’t even doing anything yet. I held her head firm as I began to saw my cock in and out in long, slow strokes. Blood whooshed in my ears, competing with the wet sounds of my movement.
“Suck.” My voice was breathless. “Move your tongue.”
Shit. Why the hell did I tell her to do that? Pleasure pooled low in my stomach, snaking outward as suction tightened and focused the sensation. I couldn’t stop the shudder when her tongue flicked over me.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that.”
I worked my thick dick in and out of her mouth until it was glossy with saliva and I’d built to a steady rhythm. I’d never had to train a girl to suck me off before, and I enjoyed the role with her as my student. I plunged deep to the back, forcing my head into the tightness in her throat, and when she gagged loudly, dark satisfaction swept through me.
Was there any better sound than listening to a girl choke on your dick? If there was, I hadn’t heard it.
Oksana’s palms shoved at my thighs, and I stumbled back a half step, falling out of her mouth, letting her draw air into her sputtering lungs. I stroked a hand along my wet shaft, twisting my grip as she recovered. I wasn’t going to last much longer inside her hot mouth. Should I come on her tits, marking her?
No. A better, more evil idea twisted in my mind.
“Has anyone licked your pussy?” My tone was sinister. If she’d never blown a guy, it seemed unlikely, but I wanted to be the only one.
Her face was already pink from when I’d made her gag, but it flushed brighter at my question. I was going to taste her no matter how she answered. Going down on a girl was almost as much fun as fucking them. It was when they were the most vulnerable, and my power over them was the greatest.
I could get a girl to agree to almost anything when my tongue was working her over. It was how I convinced the last one I was with to try anal. Too bad she’d given up after the first ten seconds, the quitter.
The girl in front of me wasn’t a quitter. I’d been an asshole, and she took it. Her submission was insane. I could do damn near anything. All the sick desires. I’d never needed anything more than I did right now, not even the revenge I had planned for my uncle. As I demanded her loyalty and obedience, she gave it.
“Answer me,” I ordered. “Has anyone gone down on you?”
“No,” she whispered.
I shut my eyes against the satisfaction that flowed through my system. How the fuck had she stayed so innocent? I’d figure it out later. Right now, I wanted to dirty her up and make her mine. Get her addicted to my brand.
Her mouth was even hotter when I slid in this time. She didn’t need any guidance. Her tongue tumbled over my dick, and the sound of the seal of suction breaking rang out when she let me pump faster. My hips thrust into her, fucking her face, and I latched a hand on the back of her head so I could keep my driving tempo.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I said, my words tight with pleasure. “You’re gonna hold my cum in there until I tell you to swallow. Got it?” Heat blasted along my legs. Shivers worked their way up. “Not a drop until I say so.”
Her fingers curled on my legs and her nails scratched at my skin. Her teeth scraped over the length of me, but it felt good. Since she couldn’t take all of me in her mouth, I jerked off, sliding the vise of my fingers at the base of my dick in time with her lips.
I felt heavy. Like everything was hurtling inward, compacting under the crushing need to get off. I was so fucking close.
“Look at me.” My voice was dark and loud, and almost a yell. Her gaze snapped up to mine, and I was done for. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
My release burst one fiery rush at a time, wracking me with acute pleasure on every spurt. She flinched as I came on her tongue, but I cased both hands on her head and held her still as I filled her mouth. My legs shook under the onslaught of my climax, and I wondered if I was holding her there or using her for support.
I slowed my thrusts to a stop, and drained every drop into her as the overwhelming feeling in my system began to subside. Holy shit, it felt amazing, and it seemed like she’d obeyed me. I didn’t feel her throat bob with a swallow.
I pulled out slowly, not wanting any of my cum to leak out of those pink lips. She sat back, her hands on her knees and her lips pressed together, waiting for my command. I pulled up my pants and did up the fly, then bent and traced a fingertip down her cheek. “You like my flavor rolling around in your mouth?”
It was doubtful she’d answer, but couldn’t anyway. Her cum-drenched tongue couldn’t move under the gag I’d placed on her. I held absolute control.