His face twists with ferocious pleasure as I squeeze him gently, and he thrusts deeper into my mouth, his fists tightening in my hair. “f**k …” he groans, his voice low and rough. “Keep doing that, just like that.”
I obey, letting him f**k my throat as I massage his balls. At the same time, my left hand rubs my c**t, my thighs quivering with growing tension as I find the right rhythm. His pupils dilate further, his hips moving ever faster, and I’m close, so close when he grits out something in Russian and abruptly pushes me away.
Startled, I fall backward onto my palms, and before I can recover my wits, he grabs me and throws me on the bed again.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” he growls, and I suck in an unsteady breath as he loops his belt around my wrists, securing them to the he
