Aleksandr

Ch. 25 - Sentenced To Burn

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"Would you you like to experiment
on your own or should I just
fuck your mouth?"

- Aleksandr
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Chapter 25 - Sentenced To Burn

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"A sloppy blow job is always a good start..."

My body was already on cloud nine, feeling blissfully sated from the two amazing orgasms Aleksandr had just given me. But his audacious words sent a heat through my body that had me ready to go again.

He even had the audacity to wink after what he said, causing my face to heat more.

Suffice to say, the way my body reacted to his words, I was definitely aroused by dirty talk. I loved that Aleksandr seemed to pick up on my wants and needs before I was even aware of them, slowly exposing me to sides of myself I had never been aware of.

As my eyes trailed over his muscled body, I marvelled over the smoothness of his skin, surprised that he was shaven everywhere. Of course, I was also acutely aware that he really did have tattoos on every part of him, except on his manhood.

I was instantly reminded of Hannah's bold question and I could not help the giggle that escaped me.

"What's so funny?" Aleksandr asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Oh! It's not you, it's just that Hannah has been asking if you had tattoos here..." I gently squeezed his thick shaft in my right hand before adding, "Now I know."

Leaning his head back into the pillow, a soft chuckle escaped him, "That woman is trouble, I do not envy Tariq at all."

I was stalling, and Aleksandr knew it. However, he played along and did not force me to do anything, for which I was very grateful.

From the soft sigh that he released, he seemed content to have me hold him, but I knew deep down he wanted me.

How could he not?

As patient as Aleksandr was, I knew that he wanted to have sex with me. After all, I wanted the same thing and I really did want to please him just as much as he pleased me.

Undeniably, the size of his erection was intimidating.

Sure, I knew he was big from the print out of his trousers. But seeing it live in the flesh was something else. I could stroke him with two hands, that was how big he was, and I bit my inner cheek as I thought about putting all of it into my mouth.

My eyes were fixed on the thick bulbous head before taking in the large vein that ran down the left side of his shaft. However, the first thing I observed about his manhood the minute his pants came off was that it was curved and my mind immediately thought about his nickname.

The King of meat hook sodomy.

Realisation dawned on me. Aleksandr was going to ruin my insides with that thing, and for a moment I felt like withdrawing and running back to my bedroom.

It seemed that my inner doubts were clearly written on my face because Aleksandr was suddenly sitting up, forcing my hands away from his body. His eyes were locked with mine while his brows knitted and he ran a hand through his hair before he spoke.

"Zia... You know we don't have to do anything else, right? We can just go to sleep," he said softly.

My heart melted at his understanding.