Chapter 8 Best pussy ever!

Vladislav Pov

Her heavy breathing becomes loud in the silence of my private VIP room. She moves to sweep her eyes through it, trying to take in its interior, but I barely let her focus on the details as I slam her against the wall, so aggressively that I almost crush her.

My hands slide to where her dress stops just below her thigh and I bite my tongue for banishing her for wearing a fuck me dress to a club.

She should cover herself up.

I bunch the flimsy material of her dress, and yank it up to her waist in one huge go, and an incoherent shrill escapes her mouth before she moves to let out a noise of protest.

"Let me," I hold her gaze in a silent plea, ignoring altering any more words lest I burst the delicate bubble of a fairy tale we are in.

I let my left hand trail to her thighs, trailing them until I reach her most intimate part and sweep my thumb over her heat.

Immediately she arches her back as a moan tears away from her mouth.

I kiss her again, hungrier this time, desperate to drink her moans as much as possible. My right hand cuddles her against my body as I move her to a nearby sofa, where I lay her. By this time, her earlier stiffness has melted, replaced by intense desire.

I kiss my way down her neck, stopping at the crook of her neck and darting out my tongue, letting it linger at the point I definitely know is sensitive as hell.

"What were you saying?" I taunt before moving to the spot behind her ear and peppering slow, sensual kisses eliciting moans that escalate into a full-blown shrill when I trail my fingers back to her thighs tracing them back to her clit.

I move my fingers curling them on her underwear before yanking them in one go. I slide the tatters of her underwear and rub my thumb over her clit....Damn she is dripping wet-just for me!

Heat rushes through my body, pooling leisurely on my spine, I almost lose it at the feeling of her juices drenching my fingers but I force myself under control. This is all about her.

I stroke her folds with slow, deliberate strokes, circling and teasing until she is shamelessly grinding herself on my hand, face etched with lust and desire like the dirty wanton she is.

"Please," A breathless plea flees her mouth.

"Please, what?" I taunt, my manhood hardening against my zipper to the point of pain. God, I would love to hear her sweet voice as she begged for more while I tortured her with pleasure.

But I don't let her answer as I moved my middle finger to replace my thumb, thrusting it inside her in one swift movement.

"Stop!" Another cry flees from her throat while her hands move on instinct and hold my hand and as she stares into my eyes, the lust and pleasure instantly replaced with pain.

Holy hell, she can't be....

She is dripping wet, she should take my fingers easily unless...unless she is a...virgin

"Are you a virgin?" I quip

She shakes her head in agreement while diverting her eyes from mine, definitely ashamed of herself.

But she shouldn't because that means I am the only person who gets to touch her. Break her. Because is mine to torture whenever i feel like. My damn plaything. Mine alone.

"You shouldn't be ashamed," I murmur, tilting her chin up so our eyes lock. "Look at me."

My voice is low and coaxing.

"Look at what you do to me, babochka... with that untouched body you're so desperate to hide."

She trembles, her lashes fluttering, breath catching. I close the space between us-slow, deliberate-and let my lips hover over hers. Not quite a kiss. Not yet.

Then, I kiss her. Not hard. Not rushed. Just enough for her to feel the heat simmering beneath my restraint. I trail lower, mapping a path with my mouth, down her neck as my fingers resume their earlier ministration on her pussy.

"It h..hurts," she manages through a strained voice.

"I know..I know, breathe. Breath through it," I mutter moving between her legs where I pepper soft kisses on the inside of her thigh then I dart my tongue giving her pussy one languorous lick until she squezes me between her thighs.

But I am far from done.

I rip her thighs apart and swoop my middle finger inside her while running my tongue over her clit, over and over again.

"You doing great, sucking in my finger into your pussy like the little dirty slut you are, Babochka," I speak against her folds and she squirms but she is not trying to push me away like earlier.

I finally thrust two fingers into her, this time I do it slowly as I kiss her pussy drowning any arousal dripping from her.

I swipe my tongue against her pink folds, feasting on them all the way to her opening until I feel her shudder.

As her thighs tremble I burry my fingers knuckles deep while I circle my tongue on her slit before sucking on her most sensitive point.

Oh God." Her nails dig painful grooves in my shoulders. "I can't...

that's... fuck..."

Her words splinter as I finger fuck and eat her our into a sobbing, incoherent mess. Her moans and the slick sounds of mouth hungrily sucking on her juices filled the room, drowning out my harsh breaths.

I withdraw my fingers before jamming them back in a slow torturous motion which has her back arched.

"Oh God" a throaty groan escapes my mouth and I almost replace my fingers with my pulsating dick but I restrain myself.

I curl two fingers deep inside her while moving them in scissor-like motion which make her jerk her lower body up and down.

I move fast and nibble on her nerve buddle while accelerating on my in and out motion.

"Holy Moly,"

She finally falls apart instantly. Head back, skin flushed, with her mouth shaped in an O

I lick her pussy clean through the orgasm as she attempts to wriggles away from me but I firmly hold her hips down before making a show of licking my lips while I move to give her a kiss letting her taste her arousal direct from my mouth.

"So fucking sweet," I murmur against her lips but she is still trying hard to wade of her perplexity.

I move to caress her womanhood, "You going to c..."

"Stop!!"

"Get off me now. Now!!" Her previously orgasm disorientated face is replaced by a mix of shame, disgust and regret.