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NIKOLAI

N ikolai wasn't sleeping. Not even close. From the moment Taraji stirred against him, he was fully awake, every nerve ending on fire. He kept his breathing deep and regular, curious to see what she would do.

Let's see how far she'll go

He’s fighting to keep still as her perfect ass grinds against his cock.

When she turns to look at his erection, he nearly loses control. The hunger in her eyes makes his cock twitch. He watches through barely-cracked lids as she pulls back the sheet.

Look at her face. She wants it so badly.

Her lips on his chest send electricity through his body. He forces himself to remain still, to let her explore at her own pace. When she reaches his cock, the sight of her hesitating, then leaning in to taste him, is almost his undoing.

Her lips close around his tip.

Fuck, her mouth is heaven.

Every cell in his body screams to grab her, to force his cock down her throat, but he restrains himself. He wants to see what she'll do without his guidance .

She takes him deeper.

That's it, baby girl, take Daddy's cock.

Her technique is unpracticed but enthusiastic, and it's driving him wild. The sight of her lips stretched around his girth, the feel of her tongue swirling over his sensitive head, it's torture not to react.

As she struggles to take more of him, he thinks darkly

I'm going to fucking ruin you for anyone else

When she suddenly takes him to the back of her throat and swallows, his control snaps. His eyes fly open, hands grabbing her head. He holds her down as he erupts, flooding her throat with cum.

"Fuck! Taraji!" he shouts, unable to hold back.

The sight of her swallowing his cum, then licking his cock clean, makes him want to devour her. His cock stays rock hard, ready for more.

"Good morning to you too," she says with a smirk.

Nikolai collapses back, pretending to be more affected than he is. "Fuck, baby girl. You're going to kill me."

When she goes for seconds, he doesn't pretend anymore. He watches her openly, savoring the sight of her tongue traveling up his shaft.

"You're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he tells her.

He notices her hand between her legs and smiles wickedly. "You're touching yourself, aren't you? You get wet sucking Daddy's cock?"

Her moan of confirmation vibrates around his length. He can't wait anymore. He pulls her off his cock and flips their positions in one smooth motion.

"My turn," he growls, spreading her legs wide.

Her pussy is soaked, glistening in the morning light. He inhales her scent deeply, his mouth watering with anticipation.

"Look how wet you are for Daddy," he says, running a finger through her folds. "All this from sucking my cock? "

Taraji whimpers, her hips bucking toward his touch. "Please, Nikolai."

"Please what?" he asks, his finger circling her entrance. "Tell Daddy what you want."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but her eyes are dark with need. "Please lick my pussy."

"Good girl," he praises, lowering his head between her thighs.

The first broad lick from her entrance to her clit makes her cry out. He groans at her taste, sweet and musky. He devours her like a starving man, his tongue alternating between circling her clit and fucking into her entrance.

"You taste so fucking good," he growls against her sensitive flesh.

Her thighs tremble on either side of his head. He slides two fingers into her tight heat, curling them to find that special spot inside her. When he finds it, her back arches off the bed.

"Nikolai! Fuck!" she screams, her hands clutching his hair.

He sucks her clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while his fingers pump in and out. Her walls clench around him, signaling her approaching orgasm.

"That's it, baby," he encourages. "Come on Daddy's tongue."

Her thighs clamp around his head as she explodes, her cream coating his chin. He laps it up eagerly, prolonging her pleasure until she pushes weakly at his head.

"No more," she gasps. "Too sensitive."

Nikolai kisses his way up her body, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. "Good girl. Did you enjoy that?"

Taraji nods sleepily, her eyes already drooping. "Mmm, so good."

He watches as she drifts back to sleep, a satisfied smile on her face. The possessive part of him rejoices. "Mine," he thinks. "All fucking mine."

…

Later, after a shower, Nikolai suggests breakfast at his favorite restaurant. Taraji agrees eagerly, her stomach growling.

"I worked up an appetite," she jokes as they enter the upscale establishment.

The waiter seats them at a private table. Nikolai orders for both of them, knowing exactly what she'll like. Their conversation flows easily, a mix of work talk and flirtatious banter.

"I need to use the restroom," Taraji says after they finish eating. "Be right back."

Nikolai watches her walk away, admiring the sway of her hips in her dress. His phone buzzes with a work email, distracting him momentarily.

When Taraji returns, something is wrong. Her face is pale, her hands shaking slightly. She sits down heavily in her chair.

"What happened?" Nikolai asks, instantly alert.

"Nothing," she says unconvincingly. "Just some guy. He, um, grabbed my ass when I was coming out of the bathroom."

Nikolai's vision goes red. "Who?" he asks, his voice deadly calm.

"It doesn't matter," Taraji says. "Can we just go?"

"Tell me who," Nikolai insists, his fists clenched under the table.

His mind is already planning what he'll do to the man who dared touch what belongs to him. The dark thoughts swirl like a storm. Another one for his collection, perhaps. No one touches his Taraji and lives to tell about it.

"Please, let's just leave," Taraji pleads, unaware of the murderous intent behind his calm exterior.