But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close. The need to mark her in the most primitive way possible burns through me like a fever.
“Alexei…” My name on her lips is a plea, though for what—mercy or more—I’m not yet sure.
I grab her legs just behind the knees, pushing them forward until they touch the couch on both sides of her head.
The position folds her nearly in half, exposing her to me.
Her pussy quivers still pulsing from her orgasm.
“Look at you.” I arrange myself at her entrance. “So open for me. So wet. This is how you should always be.”
Her eyes flutter open, focusing on mine with an intensity that robs me of my breath. “Always.”
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt, balls slapping against her ass. The sensation is overwhelming. Tight, wet heat grips my cock like a fist.
She cries out as I groan, our sounds sharp with pleasure.
I don’t give her time to adjust.
Can’t.
The need is too great, the urgency too intense.
I retreat and slam into her again, harder this time.
A scream tears from her throat. Bliss contorts her face, and her back arches as much as the position allows. I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper than the last.
“Alexei! Oh god, Alexei!” Her voice rises with each thrust. “It’s so deep…I can’t…it’s too much…”
Her body tells a different story. She’s wetter than I’ve ever felt her, clenching around me with each stroke. She grasps the edge of the couch with whitened knuckles.
“Take it.” I increase my pace. “Take all of me. Every. Fucking. Inch.” I punctuate each word with another thrust.
“Yes!” She squeezes around me. “All of you. I won’t keep secrets…ever again. I’m…yours.”
The words fuel the fire inside me.
Mine. All mine.
No more secrets. Just this. Her body open to me, her pleasure under my control, her trust freely given. The need to mark her is still there. To give her something she’ll carry with her for the rest of the night. To punish her.
Though I have no doubt she’ll enjoy this punishment as much as I will.
I shift my grip, holding both her legs with one arm pressed across her shins. My free hand comes down in a sharp slap against her exposed pussy, the impact vibrating through both our bodies.
Her eyes fly open with shock. Then a dark, hungry look fills them. “What?—”
I do it again, a little harder. The sound of my palm against her wet flesh is obscene and so fucking perfect.
She jolts, a high keening cry escaping her lips.
“You like that.” I slow my thrusts to focus on this new discovery while rubbing the spot I just struck. Soothing the disciplined area. “You like when I spank your pussy.”
Her face flames red, but she doesn’t deny it. She can’t. Not when her body’s response is so clear. She coils around me, and a fresh rush of wetness slicks my cock.
“Answer me.” I stop, doling out a true punishment for her in the state she’s in. “You like when I spank this pretty pussy that belongs to me.”
She dampens her lips. “Yes. I…I love it.”
