法国赌约

The hot evening at our friends' dacha had long dissolved into a thick haze of wine and laughter. My husband and I, after two weeks of cold war, had finally ended up in the same room. I caught his look—that hungry one, the one that always appeared when he wanted me until he trembled.

"You lost the bet, remember?" I whispered, pressing my thigh against his under the table. My fingers slid over his knee, slowly creeping higher. "Now you'll do whatever I say."

Alexei swallowed hard, his breath growing heavier. There was no one else left in the room—the hosts had long since retreated to their bedrooms. Just the old wooden table, a crackling fireplace, and the soft glow of a single lamp.

“莉娜……你是认真的吗？就在这里？”他的声音发了颤，但手已经搭上我的腰，紧紧攥住我夏裙那层薄薄的布料。

"Absolutely. You lost, so tonight I'm your mistress. And what I want... is French. Deep. Down your throat. Until I feel you shake."

我站起身，把他拉向窗边那张宽大的沙发。松树在玻璃外沙沙作响，但屋内一切都在沸腾。我的手掌压在他胸口，将他推倒。他坐下，抬头看着我，表情混杂着羞耻、兴奋，还有投降的渴望。

"Take off your pants," I ordered quietly but firmly. "And don't you dare look away."

Alexei fumbled with his belt, his fingers trembling. His cock was already hard, thick and hot, the head swollen and glistening. I dropped to my knees between his legs, feeling the wetness gathering between my thighs. The scent of his skin—a faint trace of pine soap mixed with raw arousal—was driving me insane.

"Lena... we just had a fight..." he started, but I cut him off, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock.

“没错。我要惩罚你……用最销魂的方式。张开嘴。”

He parted his lips obediently. I leaned in and first dragged my tongue along his entire length, from his balls to the tip, collecting the first clear bead of precum. Salty, familiar. Then I slowly took his cock into my mouth, deeper than usual. My throat tightened slightly, but I pushed on, relaxing the muscles.

"Oh, fuck..." escaped him as I took nearly his whole cock. My lips sealed tight around the shaft, my tongue pressing along the underside. I began moving my head up and down, slow, savoring every inch.

阿列克谢的手指埋进我的头发里，但他没有推，只是紧紧抓住，颤抖着。唾液顺着他的睾丸流下，滴在沙发上。我目不转睛地盯着他的眼睛，没有中断接触，加快了速度。当我把他吞到根部时，我的喉咙在龟头周围搏动。短促而湿润的声音充满了房间——咕啾声、轻微的呻吟、他粗重的呼吸。

"You're so... insatiable tonight," he rasped. "I thought after the fight you wouldn't even want to..."

我把他的鸡巴从我嘴里抽出来，舔了舔嘴唇，笑了。

"That's exactly why I want it more. Now shut up and let me fuck myself with your cock."

I took him back in, harder this time. One hand gripped the base, the other worked his balls, tugging gently. I felt his hips twitching, his cock pulsing on my tongue. Saliva streamed down my chin, dripping onto my chest, which had spilled out of my unbuttoned dress. My nipples were rock hard, almost painfully so.

几分钟内，他几乎在低吼。

"Lena... I'm about to... if you don't stop..."

但我没有停。相反，我抓住他的腰，把他拉向我，逼他的肉棒整根没入我的喉咙。我的眼睛微微湿润，可那快感尖锐而禁忌。我想就在那里感受他射出来。

"Cum..." I breathed, pulling off for a second. "Right into me. I want to swallow every drop."

Alexei arched his back, his fingers clenching harder in my hair. The first powerful thrust—and hot semen shot straight into my throat. I swallowed without stopping, feeling it flow, thick and salty. He moaned, his whole body shaking, while I kept sucking, wringing out every last drop.

When he went limp, I rose, licking my lips. Everything between my legs was burning. I straddled him face to face, hiked up my dress, and dragged his still-hard cock along my slick slit.

"Now it's my turn," I whispered against his lips. "You're going to eat me. French style. Until I scream."

He nodded, his eyes still hazy. I lay back, spreading my legs. Alexei slid down, his hot breath scorching my inner thighs. First, he just kissed my lips, then his tongue parted them, found my clit, and began tracing slow circles around it.

"Just like that... deeper," I breathed, arching up. His tongue pushed inside me, then returned to my clit, faster. Two fingers slid into my soaked pussy, moving in rhythm. The sounds were filthy—sucking, my moans, the creak of the old couch.

"You're so wet..." he murmured between licks. "Dripping all over my tongue."

I grabbed his hair, pressing him harder against me. The orgasm was building fast, hot. My thighs trembled, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming through the whole house.

"Don't stop... lick me... yes... just like that!"

The wave crashed over me suddenly. I arched like a bow, feeling fluid spray onto his chin. He kept licking, drawing out the orgasm, until I was desperately pushing his head away.

We lay there afterward, breathing hard, our bodies tangled in the dim light. His hand traced lazy circles on my back.

"Truce?" he asked quietly, a smile in his voice.

"Truce," I answered, kissing his neck. "But next time you lose, I'll want to go even deeper."

Outside, the wind stirred the pines, and inside, the heat returned to our gazes. The fight was forgotten. All that remained was this—forbidden, French, ours.