Scream For me

When I start to cum, he swallows my screams, finger-fucking me while my pussy tightens and spasms around him. My body shakes from the force of my orgasm, and I’ve never felt more alive in my life. His thumb softens on my clit, teasing my overly sensitive skin with light caresses as his fingers slowly fuck me, sending aftershocks through me until I’m shaking and whimpering and gasping for air.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper, feeling my body go limp and caving into his. My face presses against his neck, breathing in his scent while my body slowly comes down from the massive high I was just on. I let out a happy sigh, smiling when he keeps his fingers inside me and wraps his other arm around my back, pulling me closer.

“Oh shit!” I whisper against his neck, suddenly remembering that I just came in the middle of a club with loads of people around. I start to straighten up, but his arm tightens around me, holding me in place.

“Relax, little one,” he murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay.”

“I just came in front of everyone! God, that’s so embarrassing!”

The sound of his laughter isn’t doing anything to calm my nerves, but the way his thumb is running gently over my clit is doing a damn good job at lowering my mortification to more of an annoying buzz in the back of my head.

“People orgasm in this club all the time, pet. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Do you make people cum in this club?” I can’t help but ask, cringing at how damn pouty my voice sounds.

He laughs again and fists my hair, pulling me back so he can see my face. I suck in a quick breath of air when he pulls harder, making my scalp sting.

“You really are adorable.” He runs his eyes over me while continuing to tease me with this thumb. My clit is swollen and achy, and I’m more than ready to cum again.

“I own several clubs, not all of them like this. Some are just regular nightclubs.” He pulls my hair harder, smiling when I let out a small hiss. “I don’t come here to fuck, pet, but you were just too damn irresistible.”

He slowly starts to finger-fuck me again. “And then you tell me that this tight little pussy has never had a cock. How the fuck am I supposed to resist that?”

I’m just about to tell him that I hope like hell he can’t resist it when a man appears from behind Nikolai. He stands there, looking nervous as hell before saying, “Sorry to disturb you, Boss, but we have a bit of a situation.”

Nikolai says something to the man in Russian, making me realize that the tone he’s been using with me is downright cuddly compared to how he’s speaking to this poor guy. The man practically shrivels under the harsh tone, nods his head, and then scurries away. During the whole exchange, Nikolai never once looked away from me or lost his stride, just kept fingering me in that same intoxicating rhythm.

With a sigh, he slowly pulls his fingers out. I give a moan of protest at the loss of him, making him smirk as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth. He runs his tongue over his wet skin, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he tastes my pussy for the first time.

“I had no idea virgin pussy was so damn sweet.”

Pulling me closer, he runs his tongue over my lips. “Do you want a taste of your own untouched cunt?” he whispers against my lips before gently parting them with his tongue, giving me the opportunity to suck him in if I want to.

And I definitely do want to. I flick my tongue against his and then wrap my lips around him, sucking him in just like I plan on doing to his cock later. When I taste myself on him, I moan and suck him even harder. I love that he tastes like me. I want this gorgeous man to always walk around with the taste of my pussy on his lips.

He groans and kisses me harder, running his tongue along the roof of my mouth and making my whole body hum with need. I run my hand over his chest, sliding under his suit jacket and feeling all that hard muscle with only his white dress shirt between us. I manage to get two buttons undone and I’m just letting my nails graze across his smooth, bare chest when he pulls back with a wicked grin.

“Someone’s gotten used to an audience, I see.”

I look around and notice that several eyes are on us now. Mostly women and most of them shooting daggers at me. There’s a few men that are openly staring at me, though, and I can’t help but feel a bit flattered. I mean, I don’t have the urge to fuck any of them, but feeling desired does feel pretty damn good.

“I have to go take care of something, but I want you to wait here for me like a good girl. Would you do that?”

“Yes,” I quickly say, not even having to think about it.

He smiles and runs his fingers along my collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good girl,”‘ he murmurs, making me feel deliriously proud for some reason. “Now, get on your knees, pet.”