“This is for me,” I said with a growl, pulling her thong to the side and sucking her clit into my mouth. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You’re wet, kotyonok,” I scolded. “Is all of this from just sucking me off?” “Da.” I wanted to smile. I liked hearing Russian on her lips more than I should. Spreading her open with my thumbs, I gave her cunt little licks and sucks that made her shake. “Fuck,” she breathed. I chuckled roughly. “I think I’m a bad influence on you.” Her hand found purchase in my hair, and she grinded down on my face, yelping when I nipped where her hip bone met her inner thigh for being impatient. She sighed when I laved the sore spot with my tongue. Then I moved back to her pussy, sucking each lip into my mouth, releasing them with a light graze of teeth. Her forehead fell to rest on the couch arm with a moan. “Ronan, I’m going to come.” “Christ, woman,” I rasped. “I haven’t even started the ABCs.” “T don’t know what those are, but I do know I don’t want a lesson on the alphabet right now.” I fought a laugh. “We’ll start with A.” She groaned in frustration. “Ronan, no—” The rest was cut off by a raspy moan that would wake the dead. And probably Yulia. Even Mila’s carnal noises sounded innocent. Sexy and feminine and perfect. I’d never get them out of my head. I drew a B on her clit with my tongue before switching to C. Her thighs trembled while she mumbled incoherent moans. She was so close, I sucked her clit hard, and she shattered. I slid my fingers inside her just to feel the hot pulses, only pulling free after they stopped. She panted coming down from her high. A sudden knock on the door caused Mila to fall off the couch. I couldn’t hold in a chuckle. I knew this gentleman thing wasn’t for me. Seeing Kirill in the doorway, I pulled my briefs over my cock. The doctor stood with his briefcase in hand and a massive look of disappointment. Apparently, he was with WebMD on this one. “He made me do it!” Mila blurted from her spot on the floor.