What if that turns him off and ruins the mood?
I can’t risk that.
“Kneel,” Andrei orders, and I immediately sink to my knees.
God, he’s so sexy when he takes that commanding tone and tells me what to do.
“Put your mouth around me, Mila, and I’ll tell you how I like it done.”
I swallow nervously and scoot closer into his wide open legs. I try to wrap my hand around him, and of course, he’s too thick so I hold him with both hands.
Andrei lifts his hips, pushing slightly into my palms. “Oh fuckkk.” His hands come to my shoulders, squeezing hard enough to hurt. I lower my head to him, and slowly close my lips around him.
Damn, I can barely fit my lips around him.
I feel him inhale and exhale, his legs trembling slightly.
“More,” he grunts, shifting a little.
His body is strung tight, like he’s holding back and that makes me shiver with anticipation. One big hand slides into my hair and tightens, pulling harshly as I stroke his shaft and suction my mouth around his head.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing but from the deep growling sounds coming from him, I’m probably doing something right.
He lets out a long string of Russian words. My eyes flick to his face, finding it rapt and tense.
“Your throat,” he moans. “Suck me…down into your throat.”
My grip on him tightens as I push further, taking in more of him.
His eyes flip open and my heart skips at his expression. He looks wasted. Drugged.
“Deeper,” he growls.
I go lower even more as my throat closes up in protest. Tears sting my eyes, blurring my vision. He’s so big and thick. But I push even farther, until I’ve almost taken all of him. Saliva floods my mouth. His eyes are heavy-lidded…almost shut. I can see some color in his cheeks that wasn’t there before. His perfect lips are slightly parted.
Encouraged by his reaction, I go deeper until I’m almost gagging. A salty taste slowly spread across my tongue. His fingers stroke my scalp.
He moans and shudders, chanting my name like a prayer.
I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my throat, while stroking his hip and thigh with my other hand. Tears slide down my cheeks as I swallow against his length and suck my mouth tightly around his base, until he’s thrusting his hips, making me gag around his huge cock, rocking into my throat as he pants and flexes his legs.
I look up at him once more and my heart has never felt fuller. He’s beautiful…even more so as he comes undone. His fingers quiver in my hair and he starts snarling…talking dirty in Russian. I can barely make out the words because all I’m focused on is pleasing my gorgeous, sexy boss.
His body trembles and he reaches out to grab my breast, pushing further into my mouth. My moan vibrates against him. Then he threads his hands through my hair, curling them into fists as he thrusts into my throat. He groans loudly. Grunts. The image of him pushing into me like that flashes in my head, hot and erotic, calling my attention to my wet and throbbing center.
And then, as I suck my cheeks in hard and grasp his balls, his hips buck; he spurts like a fountain down my throat, his big body shuddering mightily.
I stare down at him as I stand up. His eyes are closed, his head leaned back against the chair with the most peaceful expression I’ve ever seen on him.
After what seems like a long time but is only a few seconds, Andrei opens his eyes, takes my hand in his and tugs me down beside him.
“That…was perfect,solnishka,” he says, his eyes burning intensely into mine.
My face burns hot but I can’t seem to look away from him. “T-thank you?” I squeak, then flinch, biting down on my lower lip in embarrassment.
He chuckles, gently squeezing my hand. “We should probably get back to thepirozhki,” he says quietly. “I think we—”
He’s suddenly interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He grabs it from the coffee table, checks the screen and exhales. “I need to take this.”