Chapter 49 Chapter Fourty Nine
CANDY’S POV
Seeing the way he’s gazing at me, lust pooled in the dark depths of his eyes to the point where it’s burning up every inch of my exposed skin has me dripping wet, my juices threatening to leak embarrassingly all the way down my thighs just from this.
It’s his punishment but fuck, I’ve craved this for so long, dreamt of it and touched myself to it enough times to hurt that it’s become mine too.
I need him pulsing inside me, growing bigger inside me every time I moan his name, marking me, bending me beyond comfort and making the kind of memories that last a lifetime because this is goodbye. Once this is over this version of me that is as shameless as she is fearless dies and she’s the only one that can want him enough to do something about it. It’s too complicated and too messy for the normal me to even think of it so yeah, this is me taking a parting gift from the object of all my desires, something for the cold nights when I need something warm to cling to.
I walk back to him, his eyes following my every move, his controlled breathing picking up in the slightest as I slowly straddle him. I’m fighting hard between blindfolding him and letting him watch but right now, I’m feeding off the heat in his very gaze so I guess he gets to watch for now.
“If I knew how fucking sexy you get being in charge, I’d have let you tie me up sooner, Princess.” He growls softly as I slowly slide my pussy over his fat bulge still trapped under the thin fabric of his brief, my nails grazing his left nipple roughly while I balance myself with my other hand on his thigh, my head thrown back.
“Fuck you.”
"Can't fucking wait for that part."
Leaning over him, I kiss his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, everywhere on his face except his lips.
They’re tempting, begging me to cover them with mine but his little grunts of protest every time I nip at the corners of his lips without actually kissing him, his tiny snaps, his tongue darting out to catch mine promises the fact that he wants it and this is about not giving him what he wants.
Yet.
“Be a good girl and kiss me, Princess.” He rasps, a slight tone of irritation seeping into his voice.
“No.”
He laughs at my rejection but there’s no humour in the sound, just heat, pure, dirty, naughty heat begging to be indulged. I nibble around his ears, down his throat going lower inch by fucking slow inch until my lips brush against his brutalized left nipple.
Most men are not sensitive there but he is, fuck yes he is and the first time I heard him groan at the stroke of my thumb against it, I almost came messily on him. It makes me hornier knowing a little thing like this does such crazy things to a big, terrifying man like him.
I flatten my tongue against the tiny tub, licking and suckling him while slowly grinding against his swelling hardness until im burning up for him.
“Use your fucking teeth, baby, give me all you’ve got.”
Yes, fuck yes, more, I need him to keep talking to me like that.
I grind faster and harder on his cock, sucking and biting, switching my attention from one freaking sensitive nipple to the other until the friction from his brief starts to get a little uncomfortable. I need him completely naked, cock brushing my greedy pussy until I can’t take it anymore.
I strip him of the briefs, slow and steady while he raises himself to help me get it off.
I don’t think I say it enough but Nikandr has one of the most beautiful male bodies to have ever existed on this God’s green earth. It astounds me every time I take of his clothes, the sight of him never failing to steal the breath from me. There’s just something about his sinewy muscles, carved and sculpted, his powerful thighs , sprawled and ready to be straddled and there’s his thick, long cock, dark with a swollen head and a mesmerizing network of veins.
Thanks to porn and an ex boyfriend who didn’t know jack shit on what to do with a woman’s body, I’ve seen my fair share of naked men and there’s none that I could look at all day and probably get off on except him.
“I need to touch you. Fuck Candy, I need to be inside you. “ He rumbles roughly, fighting his cuffs.
“Did you say that to all the women after me or were none of them bold enough to tie you up?” I ask, reaching down to tease the dark bulbous head of his cock leaking precum before sliding my finger into my mouth for a taste.
He tastes just like I remember, musky and exploding on my tongue, like him.
He eyes dims into a dangerous slit when I make a small, satisfied sound at the taste of him, a smirk appearing on his face as he hisses his approval.
“Couldn’t convince my cock they were you, motherfucker turned on me.” He thrusts himself against me, once, twice.......
“Got tired of trying to impress him.”
“Mhmm.”
My hand snakes between my thighs, a soft moan slipping past my lips as my fingers graze my engorged clit, my wetness seeping out of me and onto his eager cock.
I slide two fingers inside me, feeling my greedy walls immediately clamping around them as I start to slowly slide them in and out of my slick hole, going the way I want him to because I’m too stubborn to give us what we both want.
“More.” His deep, husky voice commands as his eyes drop to my fingers going in and out of me, soft moans pouring out of my mouth.
His eyes are on fire from watching and I can see the barely restrained hunger in them as they follow every thrust, every tease.
“Those two little fingers of yours can’t be the substitute for me, add another one. Fuck yourself the way you want me to. Let me see you come for me.”
Shit, whatever he thinks he’s doing, it’s fucking working.
I’m supposed to be in control but his voice, that commanding tone that speaks to the submissive slut inside me has me adding a third finger, pumping my pussy harder, faster, coating his dick with every juice that drips from my hand.
“Oh fuck.” I cry, pulling out and slapping my clit lightly before filling my hungry hole again with my fingers, going deeper, my thumb rolling my clit haphazardly.
“My name baby, same my name the way only you can.”
“Nikandr......fuck, Nikandr.”
“Yeah, just like that.....” He makes a hissing sound as my pussy grazes his cock, my fingers still buried inside, still poorly substituting him. I feel him yank his restraints roughly, trying to get his hands free and when it doesn’t work, he just thrusts himself hard against me.
“Sit on my face, I want to taste you. I want you to come on my tongue.”
The command stalls my building crescendo, forcing my half closed eyes open. As usual, his are already on me, everywhere, but there’s something in them now that has me trembling. He looks like a predator, like I either give in to his demand or watch him take it any way he can and I’m terrified of finding out how.....
“No.” I hear myself moan, my body screaming in protest.
“Wrong answer.”
In a fucking blink, this man pulls himself free, ripping his shirt off him without giving a shit where his buttons go.
“N-Nik.....”
He doesn’t answer the urgency in my voice that's part fear of the look in his eyes and part insatiable greed for it.
His hand slides under my thighs roughly, taking me with him as he sinks to his knees between my legs, flipping us around so I’m now in his previous position, just not tied and him on his knees between my legs, gripping my thighs, my legs over his broad fucking shoulders.
“Hands above your head, Princess. If you touch me or make any contact, I’ll make you beg before I let you come, understood?”
Fuck yeah.
I nod because words are hard right now, my breath caught in my throat.
But the second I can bring myself to say anything, I wink at him and whisper,
“Bon appetite.”