Page 59 of Savage Lies

“What do you need, kotyonok?”

She swallows. “Touch me. Please.”

I cup her breasts in my hands from behind, and I roll her nipples between my fingers until she’s pressing back against me with small whimpers of need. The sounds she makes are mine now. Every gasp, every moan is mine. And it turns me the fuck on.

“These, too,” I grumble, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties.

She helps me slide them down her legs, then kicks them aside with the rest of her discarded clothes. When I kneel behind her and press my mouth to the curve where her thigh meets her hip, she trembles and grips the door for support.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She widens her stance while I trail kisses up her inner thigh. When I finally reach my destination, she’s wet and ready for my tongue.

The first taste of her makes me groan against her flesh. She tastes like heat and salt and something that makes me lose control.

“Oh—God,” she cries as I work her with long, deliberate strokes.

I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue focuses on the bundle of nerves that makes her body shake. She rocks against my tongue, grinding harder for more.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I have no intention of stopping. Not when she tastes this good. Not when every sound she makes goes straight to my cock.

Her thighs tremble, and I know she’s close. I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her scream while my tongue works magic on her clit.

“Dmitri, I’m going to?—”

“Come for me. Now. I want to hear you.”

She shatters with a cry that rips through the penthouse, and her body convulses. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high. When the last tremor fades, I stand and turn her to face me.

“My turn,” she says, pushing me back toward the living room.

“What did you have in mind?”

Instead of answering, she shoves me onto the leather couch and starts working at my belt. My cock springs free the moment she opens my pants, hard and ready for whatever she wants to do to me.

“God, you’re huge,” she mutters, fingers tightening. “I want you in my mouth.”

She sinks to her knees, eyes locking on mine as if daring me to stop her. Just before her lips close around me, she whispers, “I can’t believe how much I want this.”

Then she takes me in. Hot, wet, perfect. It takes every ounce of control not to fist her hair and push deeper.

“Fuck, Katya.”

She works me with her tongue, slow at first, then takes me deeper, testing how far she can take me. The sight of her blue eyes on mine while my cock disappears between her lips nearly undoes me.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

She pulls back with a wicked smile, lips slick. “Good. I want you in my mouth until I can’t breathe.”

“Not yet.” My voice comes out rough, almost a growl. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

She groans in protest, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Don’t make me beg.”

“Good. Ride me, kotyonok. Now.”

She climbs onto my lap, straddling my hips, eyes wild with hunger as she reaches to guide me inside her.