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enthusiasm trumped lack of talent. Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked him into my mouth, tracing those veins with my tongue.
    He began to rock his hips in a sensuous rhythm, slipping his shaft deeper between my lips. Holding me in place with his grip in my hair, he leisurely fucked my mouth.
    With his free hand, he brushed his knuckles along my jawline, then the shell of my ear. As if he couldn’t help himself.
    One hand gripped my hair, demanding I obey; his other caressed my face as if to thank me for it.
    The contrast was maddening. This man was maddening. And he tasted so sublime, I found myself tending him . . . lovingly.
    “Beautiful little Natalya,” he grated, “with her eager mouth.” More tender strokes along my cheek. “I’ve imagined you doing this.”
    I pulled back to run my lips down the side of his shaft. “When you were watching me?”
    He grunted in answer. So I’d been walking around minding my own business, and this gorgeous Russian had been fantasizing about me giving him head? That turned me on like crazy!
    When I increased my suction, I tasted another shot of pre-cum, and wanted more, more. Stiffening my tongue, I delved the tip right into the center of the plump crown.
    “Ahh!” he yelled, rolling his hips sharply, filling my mouth with cock.
    The head hit the back of my throat. I might’ve gagged, but I was too hungry, had only been awaiting it. He’d wanted me to submit; my mouth and throat had , relaxing for him to use.
    “Take me down, then.” Another sharp buck at my mouth. When my lips met his zipper and I moaned for more, he repeated, “Fuck you.”
    I didn’t understand him, was too far gone to care. As I sucked in delight, my hand grazed down my body to cup my wetness, rubbing my clit with the heel of my hand.
    “Ah-ah, Natalya.” He pulled me off his dick, then tore open his belt and pants, shoving them down his legs. My eyes drank in the sight.
    The cords of muscle in his powerful thighs. The dusky perfection of his heavy testicles.
    I reached forward to fondle the sac he’d bared for me, making him buck uncontrollably.
    Then, in one deft move, he was on his back and I was turned around to straddle his head, with his shaft like a rod in front of my face.
    Was he going to lick . . . with me in this position . . . while I . . .
    He murmured in Russian, “Just a taste. To cure me.” I perceived his breaths against my slick folds. His fingers spreading my wet lips. When he’d opened me, I felt his gaze on that most private part of me—
    “So beautiful.”
    Then came his wicked tongue.
    Bliss. “Oh, God,” I breathed as he licked and laved. I’d never had anyone go down on me. Or up , as it were. I moaned, wondering, How exactly have I lived without this?
    He fisted his cock, bending it toward me. Between licks, he said, “Suck.” When I reclaimed him with my lips, he gripped the curves of my ass and forced me closer to his mouth.
    As if feasting, he tongued me greedily, breaking away only to command me, “Harder.” Down came his palm across my ass, making me arch like a cat in heat.
    I hollowed my cheeks, and in return, I felt the lightest graze of his teeth over my clit—just as his finger began rimming my opening. Oh, God, oh, God . . . Awaiting the penetration, I spread my thighs wider over him and went still, which earned me another slap across my ass, reminding me to get busy.
    He was controlling me utterly, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
    When his finger inched inside, I rocked back, wantonly rubbing my clit over his mouth, wriggling for more. As he probed deeper, filling my tightness, his shaft pulsated even harder.
    With his tongue snaking and his finger pumping in and out of my core, he made growling sounds like he was in heaven. “Fuck, woman, fuck . You couldn’t be tighter. Wetter.” Then he drew my clit between his lips and sucked on me .
    I tripped over the edge. As I started to orgasm, my scream was muffled again, this time