Page 35 of Tangled Roses

She is demanding and tastes of sweet corruption. A woman who is taking what she wants with no fear or embarrassment.

I allow her to control this because it’s obvious she wants it this way and as she deepens the kiss, she moans softly into my mouth.

My fingers tangle with the braid that swings long down her back, and she gasps as she feels the bite of pain it causes.

As she pulls back, her lips twist into a wicked grin and her eyes flash as she kisses my chest, her tongue circling my nipple, sucking gently, causing my cock to strain at the leash.

She moves lower and I fall back on my hands, giving her full access to my body as she kisses and licks my heated skin.

I have never experienced this before. Women don’t control me, but I am happy to let her. She wants it, she probably needs it, and I am more than happy with the situation.

She reaches my cock and wraps her soft hand around it, gazing into my eyes, her own heated with lust and as they sparkle with desire, I catch my breath because I never really understood a woman’s power before, but I do now.

She is a goddess of love, the most powerful being in the world, and I am desperate to experience what pleasure she can unleash on me.

Her hungry mouth teases my cock, licking the tip as if she’s playing with me, causing me to groan. “Fuck, Ellie.”

“Wait.” Her sexy wink blows my damned mind because I am so turned on right now.

She wraps her tongue around the head and sucks gently, and I am resisting the urge to hold her down and push in hard. I’m about to explode, which would probably be the most embarrassing moment in my life. She brings out the high school geek in me. Where is the self assured Russian bastard who always takes control?

She has wrestled it from my grasp and as my cock slides into her hungry mouth, I experience a burst of pleasure that is alien to me.

“Fuck, malysh. That is so good.”

Her soft hands cup my balls and she holds them in her delicate fingers. Sucking me gently as I try desperately to hold back the urge to offload deep inside her throat.

Her soft moan of appreciation undoes me completely and as she glides my shaft to the back of her throat, I struggle to keep my cool.

She gently squeezes my balls, and as she intensifies her movements, the pressure on my cock is unbearable.

I growl, “Fuck, this is so good, too good.”

She rewards my compliment by biting down softly on my cock, her teeth grazing the skin, causing me to roar, my cum spurting deep down her throat as if she has unleashed the dam. It’s relentless. She doesn’t even gag and just milks my balls with her fingers, taking every drop.

When it stops, she kisses my cock with an appreciative moan of pleasure and then rocks back on her heels and stares into my heavy lust-filled eyes.

“Thank you.”

That’s all she says and then she stands and walks away.

CHAPTER 21

ELLIE

I’m shaking. I can’t believe I just did that.

I head into the adjoining bathroom and close the door, leaning back on it and gasping for air.

I fucking did it. I pleasured a man because I wanted to and got on my knees for him. That was all I wanted. To control another human being. To control him.

A slow smile spreads across my face as I relive the experience. It felt good. So good because for the first time, I took charge of this situation. I wasn’t the meek, scared shitless girl he picked up off the streets. I was a confident woman who took what she wanted and withheld her dignity.

Arman thought he was in charge of the situation. That he could fuck me and be done with it. I wanted him to. Hell, I still do, but this was perfect. He was perfect and I am aching for him to finish the job.

My hand drifts lower where my pussy throbs, desperate for attention, his attention.

Slowly, I brush my finger over my clit, loving the flutter it creates in my heart.