Alexei groans, his rhythm faltering. He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and throbbing. In one smooth motion, he lifts me fully onto the desk, laying me back on the cool surface. He positions himself between my legs, opens me up, and drags his tongue over my soaked pussy before sucking my swollen clit.
He plays with my tits roughly, tugging and rolling my nipples as he sucks me. The pleasure is overwhelming. I arch off the desk, moaning loudly as he sucks and flicks my clit with relentless pressure, his fingers tugging my nipples until they’re aching. Just as I start to tremble again, he rises up, kissing me deeply. His tongue pushes into my mouth, letting me taste my own slick wetness all over his lips and tongue.
He positions his cock and enters my pussy in one smooth stroke, settling into a brutal missionary pace. Each thrust grinds his cock against my clit. Soon, he’s pushing my legs higher, folding me in half with both ankles on his shoulders like a pretzel. My top is shoved all the way up, exposing my breasts completely. He leans down, sucking one nipple into his mouth hard while pinching the other, his hips never stopping their brutal rhythm.
“You’re such a bad brat,” he growls against my breast, teeth grazing my nipple. “Such a bad fucking woman. Always testing me, always pushing boundaries. You never know when to stop.”
He sucks harder on my nipple, then switches to the other, biting lightly before soothing it with his tongue.
“But fuck, I’m addicted to it,Vedma. Your attitude, that smart mouth, the way you never just obey. Don’t ever stop. I don’t care how badly you act. I fucking love it. I love every bit of this fire. Keep being a brat. Keep putting yourself first. I’ll fuck the attitude out of you every single time, and then I’ll beg you to do it again.”
His cock drives deeper. It’s too much. I come hard, my pussy clamping down on his cock, my back arching as he continues sucking my nipples and driving into me. Alexei groans deep, his control fracturing. “Fuck…Vedma… Are you gonna be a good mummy for me now? Or are you still going to act like a brat after I fill this cunt?”
I can barely form words, but the filthy question pushes me even higher. “Yes… I’ll be good…fuck, I’ll be a good mummy…”
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and gasping. His hands grip my ankles, pulling my legs down from his shoulders. Before I can catch my breath, he’s dragging me off the edge of the table.
“On your knees,” he orders, voice rough and commanding.
I slide down onto the floor of the photography studio, kneeling in front of him. His cock bobs in front of my face—thick, slick with my arousal, still rock hard.
“Remember how you used to sing on your OnlyFans?” His hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back at the perfect angle. “And I told you I could teach you how to be a better singer?”
I nod, confused and desperate, my pussy still throbbing from how hard he was fucking me against the table.
His eyes gleam with dark amusement. “Well, baby, grab my dick and open that pretty mouth wide. I’m about to make you the next Rihanna.”
Before I can process what he means, he’s sliding his cock between my lips. He doesn’t ease in—just pushes deep until I’m gagging around him, tears already pricking my eyes. His other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing lightly, feeling himself moving in and out.
“Yes,” he groans, feeling me gag and choke around him. “That’s it. Those sounds, baby.”
He starts fucking my throat in steady, brutal thrusts, using my hair to control my head completely. I try to breathe through my nose but his grip on my throat makes it nearly impossible. More tears stream down my face.
“Oh my god, listen to you,” he pants, voice dripping with mock admiration. “You’re a star, baby. You’re a fucking star.” He squeezes my throat tighter, groaning when I gag harder. “Howmuch do I have to pay for this beautiful concert? Your voice is amazing.”
I can only make wet, choking sounds as he uses my mouth, drool running down my chin and onto my chest.
“See? I told you that you could do so much better.” He pulls out just enough for me to gasp desperately for air.
Before I can catch my breath, he leans down and captures my mouth in a bruising kiss—tasting himself on my tongue, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting. He moves to my neck, sucking and biting marks into my skin while I pant against him.
“Pitch perfect,” he murmurs against my throat, then straightens back up and slams his cock back into my mouth without warning.
The hand on my throat squeezes again, and he watches my eyes water with sick satisfaction.
“Such beautiful music,” he muses, fucking my face harder. “Should I record this? Add it to your portfolio?” His thumb strokes along my stretched throat, feeling his cock moving beneath the skin. “Fuck, I can feel myself in here. Can you feel it, beautiful? Feel me owning this pretty throat?”
I make a strangled sound that’s somewhere between a gag and a moan.
“There it is—that’s the note I was looking for.” He grins down at me, completely unhinged. “You know what? Forget Rihanna. You’re gonna be bigger. The Zoya Show—live performances only, exclusive audience of one, only for ME.”
He thrusts deeper, holding me there until I’m genuinely struggling, then pulls out. I gasp and cough, drool stringing from my lips to his cock.
“Encore?” he asks with dark amusement, not waiting for an answer before pushing back in.
After a few more brutal thrusts that leave me a complete mess—tears streaming, drool everywhere, throat aching—he finally pulls out completely.
“Standing ovation, baby,” he says, hauling me back onto the edge of the table and flipping me onto my back. He yanks my hips to the edge and slams back into my pussy in one brutal thrust, throwing my legs back over his shoulders.