Page 38 of Sinful Betrayal

I know I shouldn’t, but the thought of getting on my knees and taking his cock into my mouth has me forgetting all my morals. Before my conscience can kick in, I guide Anton back toward the bed. “Sit.”

Anton’s eyebrows shoot up, but he does as I ask, and I move to stand between his muscular thighs.

“Do you want to see my other talent?” I bend forward, resting my hands on his thighs. Anton’s eyes glaze over as he looks at my chest, at my breasts that are spilling out of my cami.

“Nina,” he chokes.

My eyes flick to the bulge in his pants, and I have to squeeze my thighs together as my pussy starts to throb.

I sink to my knees before Anton, and he leans back on his hands, watching me closely as I gently rub my palm along the outline of his cock.

“I didn’t get a chance to admire you yesterday,” I murmur as I gently squeeze his bulge.

Anton hisses, and I squeeze him harder. “But you felt sogood.”

“Nina,” he groans.

I chuckle, enjoying the feeling of being in control of his pleasure. I make quick work of unbuckling his pants, and when I reach into his boxers and pull his cock free, I let out a whimper at the size of him.

I knew he was big from how well he stretched my pussy last night, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to fit all of him in my mouth.

“You don’t have to…” It’s as if he’s sensing my hesitation.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper, trailing my fingers along his shaft.

The skin is like silk, and Anton shivers as I gently caress the sensitive underside.

I bite my lower lip as I look up at him under my lashes.

“Whatever you want,” Anton grunts, his thighs flexing. “We can stop at any point.”

I nod before bending forward and swiping my tongue over the slick head, moaning at the salty taste.

“Fuck,” Anton groans and I smile before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking.

My eyes flutter closed as I start exploring him with my mouth, licking up the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around the head.

He fists my hair, and I moan to let him know I can take more.

He gently forces my head down, and I relax my throat so I can take more of him.

When he finally brushes the back of my throat, his hips buck, and the sound he makes has my pussy growing slick with need.

I squeeze the base of his shaft before working him in time with my mouth.

My movements become sloppy as I suck and lick his thick shaft, swallowing the spurts of pre cum that he spills into my mouth.

The taste of his arousal on my tongue has my pussy clenching, so desperate to be filled by him.

“Fuck, Nina, your mouth is heaven,” he growls.

I swirl my tongue around the head before sucking him hard.

Anton tightens his grip on my hair and starts pumping his hips, groaning as the tip brushes against the back of my throat.

My eyes start to water, but I’m so desperate to take him to completion, wanting to have him be the one to come undone at my touch, that I increase my pace.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,zayka. You’re taking me so well.”