Savage Tracker by Maggie Cole

25

Obrecht

Several Months Later

Tiny whimpers fill the air.I lift my head. It's dark inside the room, but I see the glow of my dorogaya's beautiful porcelain cheeks and closed eyes. Her lilac scent and little moans make my cock harden. Her lush red lips are slightly open, and her chest starts rising and falling faster.

"Oh," she whispers so quietly, I strain to hear it again. Her fingers twitch against our legs then slide onto her sex.

Is she having a sexy dream?

Fuck me. My dorogaya's going to keep me young.

I slowly remove the covers off her body. I scan every inch of her gorgeous silhouette. I debate my three options.

I could wake her up and remind her I didn't give her permission to play with herself or come. After I do that, I could edge her for a few hours. Or, I could put my body on top of hers and thrust my aching dick into her. I could...

"Please suck me. Oh God!" she cries out louder.

Amused, aroused, and intrigued, I glance at her face. Her eyes are closed. When I drag my eyes down her torso, I see her hand lightly stroking herself. Her legs part.

I decide to give her what she wants. I move between her legs, put my hands on the back of her knees. Slowly, I move them over her soft skin toward her wet heat.

"Mmm," she moans then thrusts her hips up while gliding her fingers inside her body.

The scent of her arousal mixes with the lilacs, and my adrenaline pumps harder. If I had a list of what a woman should smell, feel, and look like, she would be it. Whatever this dirty little dream is she's having, it only makes me appreciate her more.

I slide my finger through her juices then add my finger into her hole next to hers.

"Obrecht," she whispers.

I gaze up, but she seems to still be asleep.

Jesus. She's my fucking dream girl, calling my name out in her sleep.

I keep my finger moving with hers and, with the flat end of my tongue, lick her pulsing sex. I put my other hand on her nipple, pinching and playing with it as her free hand laces through my hair.

"So good."

I slowly eat her out and finger her at the same pace. She circles her hips on my face harder, but I control her in her sleep, too. I sternly command, "Slow down, my dorogaya."

She draws a deep breath and slows. "Obrecht...oh God!" Her hot skin turns dewy. "So hard...please let me go faster, Obrecht...oh God! Please!" Her body quivers, and she tugs at my hair.

She's never begged this early on. It riles my ego and hormones to the point of overdrive.

"No. Slow," I demand.

Her lips tremble in sexy terror. Terror for my dick, which is dying to slam into her tight little pussy that our two fingers are slowly widening so I can slip in a third.

Her voice shakes in a whisper. "But it's my birthday. Please."

Her birthday? It's not for a few more months.

It better not be her birthday and the information I dug up on her was wrong.

"You want to come hard on my cock, don't you, my dorogaya?"

"Yes," she barely gets out and trembles harder.

"Is it my mouth or cock you want?" I dip back to her clit and start sucking on it while shoving another finger in her.

"Oh God!" she cries out.

"Which one? Mouth or cock?" I flick my tongue on her clit like a cat lapping up water.

"Both, please! Just like this. You and her. Oh God!" she cries out.

Her? Did she say her, or did I misunderstand that?

My erection strains. "What do you like about her?" I ask and slow everything down.

Her hands massage the side of my head. She strokes the top of my ear. "Her mouth. It's so good like this." Sweat rolls down her thighs.

"Tell me what it feels like, Selena."

"You know," she whispers and thrusts her hips faster into our fingers.

"Slow down. I didn't give you permission to come," I remind her. She obeys, and I continue, "Now tell me what it feels like." I put my mouth back on her body.

"So good. Oh God! Your cock feels like it's going to split me and...mmm," she moans.

"And what?" I demand against her pussy then continue feasting on her.

"Her lips and tongue. When she hits your cock, I can feel you pulse in me. It's always when she's back on my clit. Oh God!"

Fuuuuck.

I study her face while twisting my fingers in her. "What about her hand on your breasts, twisting those sexy nipples of yours?"

"No! Don't remove your hands. I love your hands on me. Just...oh God...please let her keep...oh!"

"Keep what?"

"Her mouth on us. Please. Her mouth is so good. So good with your big dick in me."

Jesus. I didn't picture Selena to be into some girl-on-girl action, but I'm down if she wants to play.

"Like now?" I ask and return to eating her out a bit more intensely than before.

Her body writhes. "Yes! Obrecht! Oh God! Let me come, please!"

"No!" I tell her and slow down. She's going to beg me more. Plus, I want to know more about this girl she's dreaming about, so I ask, "What color is her hair?"

"Blue."

I almost freeze. The first time she told me about this blue-haired girl, I didn't think anything of it. Now I'm extra curious. "Is she white? Black? Asian?" I run my tongue around her clit but don't touch it.

She groans. "Please, Obrecht. I need it."

"Answer me first."

"I think she's biracial? She's so hot, isn't she?"

"Yes, but no one's as sexy as you, my sinful dorogaya." I nibble on her clit, and she gasps.

"Obrecht," she breathes.

"Don't yell my name until I'm coming. You can say her name. Give her credit for devouring your sweet pussy so well." I rotate sucking, licking, and biting from the outside of her sex to the middle of her sensitive nerves.

"Giuliana!" she cries out. "Please! Obrecht!" Her plea is desperate, and if I don't slip my cock in her soon, I'm going to die from an aching cock.

I move my hand to her other breast and say, "You can come, my dorogaya." I move our fingers faster, intensify my mouth on her clit, and give her an orgasm so powerful, her juices soak the bed. I immediately lurch over her, caging my frame around hers and gliding my arms under her. My cock thrusts into her spasming walls. She cries out. Her eyes fly open, and her mouth forms an O.

"That was so hot," I admit to her.

Confusion fills her face then she moans.

I say against her lips, "So fucking hot." I slip my tongue in her mouth, and she matches the speed of my kiss. I pull back and slow our thrusts. "Is that what you want, my dorogaya? A woman to lick us while we fuck?"

Her flush deepens. "What?"

I lick her neck and gently bite the curve of her neck. "No lying to me. Tell me yes or no. Did you dream of letting a woman eat your pussy?" I firmly ask.

I put my face in front of hers. Her hot breath is a flame merging into mine.

"Tell me. Was that your dream?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"But who does your pussy belong to?"

"You."

"That's right." I slide my hand down her back and over her ass cheek and push her harder against me when I thrust into her.

"Oh!" she yells.

I growl in her ear, "I own this pussy. You're such a naughty, greedy girl. You want my cock and Giuliana's mouth all over you, don't you?"

"No."

Surprised, I put my face next to hers. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not. I only want it on us when you're in me."

Jesus, I love this woman.

"But your body belongs to me. Only me."

"It's just a silly fantasy."

"Do you want your own bottom for a night?" I ask, feeling the grip of her walls tighten on me more rapidly. Heat burns through my veins.

"Wh-oh.. oh please! Please!"

I slow. "Be honest. Do you want a blue-haired, biracial girl named Giuliana to eat you out while you're full of me?"

"Please! I can't—"

"Answer. No lying. Yes or no?" I demand.

"Yes! Now please, Obrecht! I… I... I can't...oh!" She digs her nails into my back, and tears roll down her cheeks. Her body quivers against mine.

"Come, baby," I say, licking her tears off her cheek as she arches her back into me and her eyes roll while she moans. Her walls convulse against my cock, and I explode into her harder than ever.

She screams as I come, stretching her farther, her heat once again erupting on me like lava. A deep groan rumbles through my chest, and in Russian, I mumble into the curve of her neck, "How are you so perfect?"

We stay silent aside from our labored breaths. Our hearts pound into each other. She turns her face and kisses my neck.

I lift my head off her and put my lips on hers. "You filthy, naughty, delicious girl." I slide my tongue in her mouth, and she hungrily returns my affection. I end our kiss and roll on my back, pulling her with me. "What else do you want to do with a woman? And remember, you can't lie to me."

Her cheeks heat against my chest. I push her chin up so she can't hide from me. She furrows her eyebrows. "I wouldn't ever want to do anything without you."

"Good. You aren't allowed."

She smiles and bites on her swollen lips.

I drag my finger down her cheek. "Have you been with a woman?"

"No!" The heat on her face burns hotter.

"Why are you embarrassed, my dorogaya?"

"I'm… I wouldn't be a good lesbian."

I stifle a laugh. I ask her a teasing but also curious question. "What makes you a bad lesbian candidate?"

She groans and puts her hand over her face. "Can you ask me other things?"

"Nope. I want to know what your good and bad lesbian tendencies would be. You've been holding out on me." I remove her hands so I can see her expression.

She winces. "I'd only be a taker."

"A taker?"

"Yeah. You know."

And because this is amusing me, and she's giving me another hard-on, telling me what she's curious about, I play dumb. "No. I don't know. Explain."

She groans. "Obrecht."

"Selena," I mock her in a teasing tone. "Tell me."

She stares at me and sighs. "Okay. But I only have one fantasy. I…well, I've had it for a long time, but everyone has always been faceless until now."

"I thought you were having dreams about a blue-haired girl," I state.

"I did, but I've always had this dream but no faces or hair color. The dream I told you about only popped up when you were gone and it wasn't this."

I stroke her back and kiss her on the forehead. "Okay. Go ahead and tell me why you'd be a bad lesbian. I'm listening." I pull her on top of me.

She puts her elbows on my chest and rests her chin on her hands. I palm her ass and keep tracing her spine. She takes a deep breath. "You and Giuliana—like how I made up some random chick—were so vivid in my dream tonight."

I don't tell her Giuliana is real. There's a woman who fits her detailed description in Atlanta, right down to her name. She enjoys being a service submissive. The only place I've ever seen or talked to her is at the club.

"And why does that make you a taker?"

She grimaces. "I don't want to do anything to her."

"Well, well, well..." I sing and stick my fingers that still have the residual of her orgasm in my mouth. I pull them out and say, "Greedy girl you are."

Her face turns tomato red. "I know. I'm so bad, aren't I? It's like, hey, I'm here. Please suck my pussy while I ride my man. Oh, and make sure you lick his cock every now and again, too, please. We'll take all the pleasure, and you just service us." She hides her face in my chest.

I refrain from laughing. "Who said she doesn't get anything out of it?"

She lifts her head. "Umm...did you miss the part where she's licking me, and I'm doing nothing to her?"

"Why is that?" I innocently ask.

She runs her nails over my semi-hard shaft, perking it up. "I love this too much to switch sides. And you know I'm territorial. So she's not doing anything else with you, that's for sure. Not unless I have some other dream."

"One, I love this conversation for so many reasons."

"You're a dirty old man?" she teases.

"Do you want to call me Daddy?"

She bursts out laughing. Then her face gets serious, and she says, in a breathy tone, "Oh, Daddy!"

I'm officially a pervert. That was hot.

I continue, "Behave, or I'm popping a blue pill and showing you what Daddy can do all night, rotating between your ass and your tight, wet pussy."

She leans into my ear and strokes my balls. "Don't tease me, Daddy."

Jesus. I slap her ass playfully. "Back to your giver-taker worries. Two, if a submissive doesn't see gender, and they are a service sub, they aim to please. It would turn her on."

"Yeah, but it doesn't seem right she would have to get herself off."

Nope. You send her to another Dom, all hot and bothered.

"I mean, you're not touching her unless you want to die from my hand," Selena states.

"How exactly would you kill me, my dorogaya?"

"Ha, ha! Not funny!"

I stroke Selena's long hair. "So tell me more about your girl-on-girl action."

She palms my shoulder. "Stop it. Ugh. This is so embarrassing. I can't believe I was sex talking while sleeping! And I would never do it. I would totally chicken out."

I flip her on her back and hover over her. "It was sexy as hell. And Daddy's down with your fantasy, baby girl. But no one, man or woman, touches you without my permission. You're mine, and don't forget it."