Chapter 34
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With the utmost patience, I pull my dress upward. The hem is at my knees, and it's a thrill to have his gaze drink in my every movement. Shimmying my leggings down with my other hand, I expose my creamy thighs. I don't have any panties on, and he inhales lustily at the sight.
'Do you like seeing me stand before you like this?" I whisper slyly.
'Knowing that you've been strutting around with your delicious pussy easily accessible to me? What do you think?"
Spreading his legs, he rubs his palm over his massive erection. He grinds his zipper down in an agonizingly slow motion, revealing the bulge of his cock throbbing against the thin fabric of his boxers.
Not to be outdone, I step out of my leggings, and then I inch my dress up and over my hips, my navel, until he can see the underside of my breasts. I remain there, my hard nipples acting like nails that hold the fabric in place.
Asher lifts his eyebrows at my show. Shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs sends his thick cock leaping into the light. The mere sight of it makes my clit throb in anticipation. Holding my stare, he begins to rock his fist over his shaft. The veins writhe, engorged from the pressure of his hand. A pearl of pre-cum glimmers on the tip for a moment before Asher's thumb smears the liquid in a circle, leaving the ridge of his cock head glistening.
Pulses of wild heat assault my core, and I feel my knees tremble. But I hold fast and shove two fingers into my pussy. The sound of the entry is wet and loud. I gasp, unable to hold back the sound as it punches from the back of my throat. It turns me on further to hear my own arousal. But it's nothing compared to how Asher growls as he slides his hand like a piston over his rigid cock.
'Krasivaya," he whispers, jerking himself faster. 'But I think you're forgetting something." His cock flexes. 'I own that pussy. And I didn't tell you to finger yourself."
My plan to tease him falls apart. I can't take this emptiness inside of me. Every time he pumps his cock, I imagine that rigid thickness filling me up.
I start toward him, but he shakes his head.
'Not yet," his commanding voice strains with need. He gives his shaft a slow jerk. 'Keep touching yourself while I watch."
Shivering with another rush of excitement, I part my thighs wider. He fixates on the view of my pussy as I spread myself open for him. With two fingers, I gently rub my clit in a figure eight. The heat in my belly is scalding. Delicious waves of pleasure radiate out until I feel them dancing across my skin, from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.
'Good girl." His voice is straining with need, and I know that both of us are drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at a moment's notice. 'Don't you stop, and don't you dare come without my permission."
Pleasure blossoms like a flower against my skin at the sound of his command. Panting, I bend my knees and arch my head back. I can't focus on him jerking himself off while I do this or I risk disobeying his command.
'Put one finger in," he says, his voice no louder than a whisper, but it might as well be a roar against my ears.
Biting my lip, I do as he says. I had two before, and I want two again, but I must wait for his permission.
'Good girl." His chuckle is dark. 'As a reward, you may slide in two more."
'Two more?" I ask, panting.
'You can take it." His deep voice rumbles, and I can feel my body thrumming in response. 'You've handled me, and I'm much bigger."
My mouth salivates as I peek at his massive erection. Getting my fingers slick with my own juices, I bury another two inside. A surge of pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. I'm so close … I can't hold myself back.
'Don't you dare come," his voice commands again, as if he can read my mind.
Whimpering, I moan as I push deeper inside of myself, wriggling the knuckles while my slick walls clench hungrily at the sensation. I've never used this many fingers on myself. My clit is buzzing—so sensitive and swollen that the air itself feels like it's stroking me.
He moans softly, and the sound heightens my own pleasure. I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm begins to bubble. His scent drifts closer, and heat rolls off his powerful body. My knees buckle as I continue to finger-fuck myself. Control is slipping from me as my fingers work me into a frenzy.
His finger touches beneath my chin and tips my head up. 'Look at me."
I open my eyes, and he is the only thing I see. His eyes are burning with lust, and I know he's barely holding himself back.
He's using every last ounce of restraint to prevent himself from throwing me against the wall and fucking me until I scream.
The thought that he would sends me over the edge.
Shrieking, I fall forward, my orgasm stealing the strength from my knees as I collapse into his powerful arms. I moan like a whore as wave after wave of ever-intensifying pleasure crashes against my body. His hands slip between my legs and take hold of my fingers—still slick with arousal.
'Finished already?" he asks, clicking his tongue as he brings up the fingers before his eyes. 'No self-control."
Watery-kneed, all I can muster is a weak whimper in response. I want to tell him to shut up and fuck me, but my throat refuses to work.
'Open your mouth," he whispers.
I obey. And before I realize what is happening, he pushes my own fingers inside.
'Taste yourself, ptichka." He leans even closer until his voice tickles my sensitive skin. 'Taste just how much your hungry little cunt aches for me to fill it."
Unbidden, I suck at my own fingers, greedily lapping at my own arousal. The act threatens to send another orgasm coursing through my body. Asher pries my fingers from my mouth.
'My turn."
That's the only warning he gives me before his lips crash against mine. His kiss is rough, our teeth scraping together from the friction. A heartbeat later, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, twisting against mine as he feasts on the remnants of my own arousal. His hand roams down toward my leg, and I, lost to the pleasure, surrender all control to him. The kiss deepens as he drains the air from my lungs.
The intensity makes me wrap my thighs around his waist. My hips start rocking involuntarily as I try to place my soaked pussy on his cock's throbbing tip. Asher's free hand grips my ass to stop me. Ignoring his efforts, I push harder, groaning around his tongue.
His palm slaps my ass—hard enough to sting, yet soft enough to goad me forward.
'Not yet," he growls.
'Please," I pant against his lips before he can silence me with another kiss as I grind against him with wanton exertion. 'Please fuck your little ptichka. Please. Please. Please!"
'Patience." In one swift motion, Asher turns and throws me onto the bed. He hooks his arms around my knees and pins me until my feet are over my shoulders. My pussy is exposed, and he lets out an appreciative hiss as he looks down at me.
'I didn't get a good taste earlier." He grazes his teeth along my inner thigh, sending goose bumps over my skin as he approaches my sensitive lips and throbbing clit. Warm air descends upon the sensitive nub and I whimper in response. He's going to kill me with all this teasing!
The first lash of his tongue is light, so gentle that I might not have felt it if my pussy wasn't so sensitive already. The second comes immediately in the wake of my realization of what he's doing. And by the third lick, he's flattened his tongue to lap up every drop from my drenched slit.
With every long, sensuous lick, he leaves behind a tiny little flick with the tip against my aching clit. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I let loose a wanton cry of lust from the rush of pleasure.
Pressing his lips to my clit, he gives it a torturous suckle, sending stars bursting behind my eyes before he dips his tongue inside of me.
'Oh …" I gasp as all thoughts are purged from my mind apart from the thought of giving myself over to him. It's what I'm made to do. It's what I have to do.
His arms free my legs, and I reach forward to grab his hair, pulling him even closer as I ride his face. His mouth shifts to cover the entirety of my pussy, and he slurps up every drop of my pleasure as he feasts between my legs. I'm still riding the aftershocks of my first orgasm when the second one starts trailing in its wake.
My body arches from the bed as the world loses all sense of time and place and decorum. Blood pounds against my ears. Sweat dots my forehead.
And I scream.
Again. And again. And again, until my throat is raw and hoarse.
Electricity dances across my body as Asher sets every nerve ending alight, and I feel tingling everywhere—even inside my mouth, like I've licked a battery.
But Asher's not finished yet. His tongue continues to probe my walls, driving against them like a battering ram. He rubs it on my inner roof, over and over, not stopping until I feel myself rising like a feather tossed on the wind.
And with one final guttural cry that seems to be dragged out of my throat, I come.
I shatter in his hands and hold him against me as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
Asher doesn't fight—he doesn't even come up for air.
As if he's happy to drown in my juices.
When I finally return to Earth, shivering and trembling in the aftermath, Asher finally releases me as he rises until he's hovering over me. His lips are glistening, and he slowly gives them a lick with his tongue, so as to not miss a single drop.
'You are the most delicious thing on this earth, ptichka."
Blushing at his compliment, I reach between us to grip his cock. 'Please, don't make me wait anymore."
'Then shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl."
Settling his hard chest muscles onto my tender breasts, Asher positions his angry, throbbing cock between my legs. There's no patience in how he enters me. With a single hard, eager shove, he buries himself to the hilt, driving the air from my lungs.
'Fuck, you're so tight," he groans as he pulls back before driving forward again.
As if to prove his point, I clench my pussy in response, intensifying the sensation of his cock moving inside me with every delicious stroke. Asher shudders on top of me, gasping as he quickens his pace.
A hand rises to cradle my face, and he kisses me sharply, nipping my bottom lip before moving down to my left nipple. His hand curls under my spine to give him a firmer hold while he continues to piston his cock inside me, reaching places that no one other than him can reach.
It's these moments with Asher where I feel the most centered. Where nothing exists that can harm us here. It's him and me and our burning, fierce desire to be joined as one. My fingers cling to the vast expanse of his muscular back. I hang on for dear life as his pace increases. His cock flexes in my pussy; once, twice, a warning of what is to come. His mouth releases my nipple and traces its way up my neck, and his tongue presses against the thundering vein.
My third orgasm knocks my senses into overdrive. My ears are ringing again as I cry out his name. With one final roar, his cock grows harder for a brief moment before searing ropes of cum flood my cunt. I clench reflexively, refusing to let him go until I've milked every last drop of his seed as our heartbeats merge together as one.
His breath hangs hot and heavy against my neck. And slowly, I feel him withdraw, leaving behind a trail of our juices mixing on the blankets with our sweat. There'll be a stain that has to be washed later. But I don't care. He takes my lips again, chasing away some of the emptiness in my quivering pussy.
A single muscular arm pulls me into him until I fit perfectly in the crook of his body. Through my spine, I can feel each breath of his.
'Amazing," he whispers. 'You're absolutely amazing, ptichka."
Grabbing his arm, I draw it over my shoulder like a seat belt. Tiny, hard nodules press uncomfortably into my skin. Looking down, I see what they are.
The prayer beads.
My fingers ride along the beads on his wrist. I watched him kill someone. It's a cruel reminder that the same hands capable of such great pleasure are also capable of equally great violence.
Lightly, I give the prayer beads a kiss. 'You never take these off."
Asher brings his wrist close to his face, studying the beads as if seeing them for the first time. He stretches his arm toward the ceiling above us. 'Kristina gave them to me."
His dead wife.
My fingers find their way to the blankets and curl into a fist against the fabric. I need a way to get rid of the unease in my stomach at the mere mention of her name. Choking the blankets is all I can think of. I'm not sure what to say. It almost feels like he's telling me a secret that isn't meant for me. One I don't want to know.
His chest rises, then falls. 'I vowed to never remove them until the day I avenge her." Lowering his arm, he makes a coiled fist, turning his knuckles from side to side. The beads are glossy in the light cast by the bedside lamp. 'I thought I'd have done it by now, but that mudak still lives."
There's a heaviness in his tone. It weighs me down as I listen. I understand why he would wear them ... but ... God, how pathetic am I that this bothers me? I'm jealous of a dead woman. A woman who died in the most awful way—forced to see the life growing inside her snuffed out before she died. What right do I have to feel anything for her but pity?
Asher grazes my cheek with his knuckle. 'Go to sleep," he whispers. 'Ptichka."
I smile and nod, shifting to snuggle against his warm, solid body. My arm drapes over his torso. I absently trace the tattoos, as well as the raised scars that crisscrosses his skin. He's a man with a dark and textured history, one that I know he can never shed.
I don't want to be envious … I don't want to feel upset at a woman I never even knew.
And yet …
When Asher falls asleep with his hand on me, the beads remain in my line of sight.
I can't stop looking at them.
They're the last thing I see before I fade into unconsciousness.
