Angel Adams is my name, and having a carefree life is my goal. After graduating from college, I spent the rest of my life jumping from job to job. Making do with living in New York City, from paycheck to paycheck.
I don't mind. Money is fake and w...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
A/N: Semi-mature contents
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If anyone told me that this is how it would feel, having sex with Aleksandr Sokolov, I would've walked into his office years ago. He didn't even start and I was already soaking with a kiss.
"Safeword,"
"Verte," I answer.
He goes back down to kiss me, but instead of my lips, he landed a kiss on my jaw, making his way down to the base of my neck. My dress is long gone, leaving me in just my lingerie. As Aleksandr's kiss reach my cleavage, I mentally curse myself for wearing a bra.
I feel his left hand roam down just above my abdomen. He looks up at me and I nod.
"Use your words Doll," His voices coated with lust.
"Touch me. Please," I whimper, thrusting up to him.
He nods before pulling down my underwear with his left hand. His right, playing with my left nipple stimulating it.
"What a slut," He starts off looking down at me. He takes a finger and trace my slit making me moan out loud. "Already wet,"
"Tell me Angel," He says bringing his finger up to my lip, coating them before sticking it in my mouth. " Do I always make you this wet?"
I nod and moan into his finger. He pulls it out, and stick two fingers into his mouth before thrusting in me.
To my disappointment he pulls away just as fast as he thrusted in, this time putting his fingers in his mouth. Moaning at the taste.
"Please," I beg, my breath caught in my throat wanting more.
He smirks at me, " What does my little whore want?" He asks, his right hand massaging my cheek.
"You,"
"Do you think you deserve a reward, brat?" He asks cocking his head to the side and closing my legs.
I groan and close my eyes in annoyance. A slap on my ass makes me open my eyes.
"Answer me,"
"No,"
"No, what?"
"No sir, I don't." I moan out, loving the treatment.
"But you want it anyways?"
"Yes sir, please." I say, thrusting up, aching for his touch.
"You want to cum?" He asks raising a brow.
Is that a trick question?
"Yes sir, please," I beg.
He thrust his fingers back in me earning a satisfy groan. He starts going at a hard and fast pace, bringing pleasure waves throughout my whole body.
