Page 123 of Dance of Devils

Big dick energy.

My pulse skips, my breathing turning ragged as my eyes simply take him in, widening when I see the vein down the underside of him pulse, and a thick drop of precum bead at the tip.

I tremble as I reach for him. My fingers curl around his thickness, and my mouth drops open even further when I feel him pulse in my hand like silken steel.

My fingers don’t actually touch when they wrap around his cock.

Slowly, I start to move my hand, stroking up and down, thrilling at the feel of him in my grip. I can feel him swelling—somehow, impossibly, growing even larger in my hand.

My eyes slide up to his, and when I see the fierce, hungry look in them, a feeling of power shudders through me.

I did this.

He’s hard and bigfor me.

I bite back a moan as I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the needy heat between them soaking into my panties. My eyes stay locked on Kir as I lean forward and open my mouth.

He tenses, his jaw clenching as I drag my tongue up the underside of his swollen head. I do it again and again, growing bolder as my tongue swirls over his crown, tasting the salty-sweet drop of precum leaking from the hole at the tip.

Fuck, he eventastesgood.

I look up at him again, feeling the raw power in his gaze heating my skin, empowering me. My mouth opens wider, and with my eyes locked on his, I wrap my lips around his head.

God, is he big. My jaw stretches, my hand stroking up and down as I push my mouth down over his crown, barely getting an inch of it into my mouth.

I slide back off, whimpering a little as I tongue the underside of him. I drag my mouth lower, teasing my tongue down his veined shaft until the wet tip of it swirls over his heavy, swollen balls.

Kir grunts, pulling the phone away from his mouth for a second as his eyes flash. He grits his teeth, slowly bringing the phone back to his ear and grunting Russian into it. His other hand slides down, and when he tangles my hair into a fist, a heated thrill snakes through me.

I slide my tongue back up, swirling it around his head before I take him into my mouth again. This time, emboldened and more determined, I relax my jaw and sink my lips down his shaft, managing to take more of him into my mouth.

His whole face goes taut, his teeth flashing. His fist tightens in my hair, sending a pulse of heat into my core as I moan aroundhim, pushing my mouth even further down onto his cock. The head hits the back of my throat, and I stay like that, whimpering around him, feeling my spit drip and drool out of the corners of my mouth and trickle down his shaft.

I pull off him with a gasp, my eyes watering as I look up at him with a needy ache that makes my head spin.

Kir’s still trying to continue whatever conversation he’s having on the phone. For some reason, that’s just turning me on even more.

I tongue the underside of him and slide down to suck on his heavy balls again, getting them slick with my tongue before I drag my mouth back to his head. I look up at him, locking my gaze with his. My core tightens.

“Use my mouth, sir,” I murmur quietly, my pulse thudding. “Fuck my lips.”

This time, he doesn’t say that I’m not ready. He just locks those dark devil eyes with mine, wraps my hair around his fist, and mouths the word, “Open.”

I do so, my core clenching as I ease my mouth down to his head. Then he thrusts up into my mouth.

Fucking YES.

I moan as Kir suddenly goes from being the receiver to fully in charge. His fist is tight at the back of my head, tugging my hair and guiding my wet mouth up and down his throbbing, huge dick. He grits his teeth, his ass rising from the chair as he literally starts tofuckmy mouth.

I amsoaked.

“Show me,” he mutters, his eyes blazing with black fire. “Play with that messy, greedy little cunt while I fuck your pretty mouth, babygirl.”

I moan eagerly, drooling all over him as my hand thrusts between my thighs with embarrassing speed and shoves into my panties. I whimper when my fingers roll and pinch my clit, rubbing the throbbing nub as I gag on his cock.

Our eyes lock as he starts to thrust harder, fucking his big dick deep down the back of my throat as wet, sloppyglucksounds fill the office.

His jaw is like iron, his chest rising and falling as he utterly gives up on contributing to what I hope isn’t just a two-person conversation. He cradles the phone against his shoulder, and I moan when his hand slides down into my hair as he fully takes control.