Page 51 of Wicked Refusal

But I still can’t get enough.

Yulian’s cock hits the back of my throat. His hips start moving, driving into me. Slowly at first, then faster. At first, my body putsup a fight, but it doesn’t last long. Soon, my throat is open and relaxed, taking him in as deep as he’ll go.

“Fuck,” he groans into my pussy. “Just like that,kotyonok.”

His praise lights me up from the inside. I want more. I need to hear that I’m good, that I’m enough, that I’mhis.

His lips brush my clit. I buckle hard against his face, try to squirm away. It’s too intense—I can’t take it.

But he doesn’t let me run. His fingers dig into my ass, keeping me firmly in place as he eats me out. Forcing me to take the pleasure, all of it.

When I stop resisting, Yulian hums, “Good girl.”

I muffle a scream around his cock and come.

It feels like it goes on forever. I’m coming, and coming, and Yulian isn’t stopping. His tongue keeps licking, keeping me on that edge as long as he likes.

Then his thrusts pick up pace.

It’s too much. I’m still coming, still shaking apart under his mouth.

“Come on, kitten,” he croons. “You can take it.”

So I do: I suck, lick, scrape, let him fuck my face like I’m a doll.Hisdoll.

When he comes down my throat, so do I.

This time, I don’t bother keeping track of how long it goes on. It still feels endless, the most intense orgasm of my life. After allthose months of abstinence, I didn’t think I’d ever feel this good again.

When Yulian’s cock slides out of my mouth, I miss it immediately.

I open my eyes. For a second, our gazes meet. Yulian’s face is flushed, his hair messy, his beard glistening with my juices.

His cock is still hard.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. “Please.”

Yulian’s pupils blow wider. Then he’s kissing me again.

I can taste myself on him. Can taste him on my tongue, his flavor mixed with mine. It’s so dirty, but I don’t care: Iwantit.

I want him.

He moves between my legs. I practically claw his clothes off. I want to feel him, all of him, everywhere. This time, I don’t worry about making noise.

Yulian said he’d take care of it.The conviction in my mind is unwavering.He’ll do it. I can trust him.

Soon, two of his fingers slip into my mouth. Two more slip between my legs.

He starts pumping them at the same time, driving me crazy.

“Blyat’,” he grunts. “Look at you. So perfect for me.”

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes.Tell me again,I want to beg.Tell me I’m good. Tell me I’m yours.

And he does.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he groans into my ear. “You can’t wait for me to fuck you, can you?” I nod frantically. “Such a dirty littlekotyonok.How long have you been wanting to be filled up again?”