“You are,” he agreed. “What does my dirty girl need?”
“You,” I answered honestly. And I did. He had me so wound up that I wanted him desperately.
His other arm moved and then his fingers were teasing my pussy while I was snuggled up against him. It was exceedingly intimate. “Tell me to have you, foxy. Tell me that I can always have you.”
That was harder to give, but I knew he didn’t meanalwayslike forever or a blanket pass like he never had to ask again. Sergey would never do that to me. “You can always have me, Sergey.”
“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned before kissing me desperately. Then he moved me so my hands were against the wall and his hands were all over my ass. “Let me know if I didn’t get you ready enough, okay?”
I nodded, thinking he did.
Mostly. It was a bit tight, but I was wet enough, so I didn’t say anything. I liked it and that he was so desperate for me.
Really desperate for me.
He held my breasts with his arm so they didn’t hurt too much bouncing all around as he took me. He whispered everything possessive and even a bit over the top in my ear as he kissed along my neck and thrust into me deeply.
And I fucking loved it. I wouldn’t have thought I would have because my greatest fear was being owned and controlled, but… This was so different.
Sergey didn’t see me as a possession.
He saw me as a woman so special he cared enough to be possessive over.
I wasn’t sure it made sense, but it did. At least in how I felt his intentions. Maybe possessive wasn’t even the right term?
Maybe I didn’t even care because I understood it and it felt too good.
Plus, it wasn’t only about me belonging to him. He told me how he couldn’t even look at other women anymore. He saw pretty but didn’t care. He just wanted me and not because of my physical.
And that was all I’d been to so many, even my damn family flaunting me that way.
Sergey thought I was special and a gem he would never let go. One he would treat as I should be. One he would support and protect. Treasure and give the best to.
I cried out his name as I orgasmed, begging him for more and to finish too. To let me please him and give him what he needed.
He brought me again and then finished inside of me, saying it was proof I was his, another way to mark me even if no one ever knew. They wouldn’t know I was his, but he would know. He would know I gave him this and hold to it tightly when he struggled.
It was sweet in a kinky way… Which actually described my whole relationship with Sergey if I was honest.
But it also wasn’t enough for him.
He flipped me over, and after checking I was okay, he took me again. Intensely and possessively from the wild look in his eyes. The whole time demanding I admit I was his and my feelings for him were real.
That surprised me.
Did Sergey maybe love me?
Was I okay with that?
It was a terrifying idea togivehim my love, but… The idea of him loving me warmed my heart.
That made me a selfish bitch, right? It felt like something selfish.
Or maybe normal and I wasn’t so bad if I was giving him something he needed? But I enjoyed it too.
“Stop thinking so much,” he growled at me at some point.
Yeah, fair. I just wished there was an actual switch to flip off my damn brain. Apparently, kissing me was a damn good start.
