He fists my hair tighter and starts to fuck my mouth, being careful to not go in any deeper. His eyes are dark with lust, and the wild glint in them lets me know he’s close to losing all control. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him harder and run my tongue over him, pulling a deep growl from him as he thrusts in harder. This time when I gag, he smiles and brings one hand to my neck.
“That’s my good girl. Choke on it, baby.”
I let out a moan because even though I can’t breathe and I feel like I’m going to gag again any second, it’s hot as hell to have him looking down at me and calling me his good girl while he’s spreading my lips tight enough to feel like cracks are forming in the corners of my mouth. His hand tightens on my throat as he feeds me another inch. I whimper around him and keep my eyes locked on his.
“I want to see you take all of me, sweetheart, but I’m not going to come.” He releases my hair so he can cup his heavy balls. “All this is for that sweet pussy of yours. I’m going to fill you so fucking full,kiska.”
Every word is like a soft caress between my legs, and when he fists my hair again and slides out enough for me to breathe, I suck in a quick breath and let out a deep moan when he buries himself inside me again, this time not stopping until my lips hit the base. He growls something in Russian, keeping me held in place while he looks down at me with a feral look in his eyes. His abs are taut, his whole body tensed as he fights to keep himself under control. I can’t breathe. He knows I can’t, but he keeps me where I am, and I don’t fight him. I willingly gave him control, and I don’t want it back. I’ll put myself in his hands over and over again because there’s no safer place to be.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, running his thumb over my cheek before pulling me all the way off him.
I suck in a lungful of air before he grabs me and scoots me further back onto the mattress and positions his body on top of mine. He’s so much taller and bigger than me, and this position really makes it obvious. He has to scrunch up a bit to be able to kiss me while keeping the head of his cock pressed against my slit. His mouth is hungry, the kisses hard and all-consuming, and even though I’m dripping wet for him, the pain when he pushes into me still has me breaking our kiss with a gasp.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Your tight little pussy spreads so goddamn good for me.”
“Fuck,” I moan as he slides all the way in, joining us together and filling me so completely. Having him inside me, spreading me, possessing me, makes it almost unbearable when he’s forced to finally pull out because the loss of him guts me when I have the memory of how damn right it feels to have him inside me. If it was up to me, we’d spend the rest of our lives like this.
Sucking my tongue into his mouth, he fucks me slowly as I cling to him, running my hands over him and savoring every second of this heaven on earth. He promised me sweet, and my god does he deliver. Working his hips slowly and hitting the deepest spots inside me, he cups my face and kisses me so damn sweetly. He’s giving me a first, opening himself up to me in a way that he’s never done for anyone else, and I use my body to show him how grateful I am for this gift.
I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking my hips up and meeting his thrusts while I run my nails softly along his back. He circles his hips, hitting me exactly where I need him to, and when I start to come, I pull back so I can look into his eyes, letting him see me at my most vulnerable.
“God, I love you,” he growls, letting go when I clench tightly around him, forcing him over the edge with me.
His cock pulses inside me as his body tenses with his release, filling me with everything he has until we’re both spent, and my entire body is shaking beneath his. He kisses me slowly, keeping himself buried inside me as he grows soft, not wanting to break the contact between us any more than I do.
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips, running my fingers along his stubbled jaw.
“So many firsts,” he whispers before kissing me again. “You completely undo me,kiska. Next thing you know I’m going to be writing love poems or some shit like that.”
I laugh and run my heel over his perfectly toned ass. “You’re already writing me love poems whether you realize it or not. The way you look at me, the way you touch me,” I smile and rock my hips, “the way you fuck me—all of it is a love poem, and it’s so fucking perfect.”
He gives me one of his rare, full smiles. “If I’m not careful, you’re going to turn me into a blubbering romantic.”
“Yeah, I really doubt that’s going to happen,” I say with a laugh. “You like stabbing people too much.”
“Only bad people,” he says in his own defense.
I let out a moan of protest when he slides out of me, breaking the connection between our bodies.
“I know,kiska. I feel the same way. I’d stay inside you all the fucking time if I could.” Sitting back, he spreads my thighs and looks down at me. “My god, you’re beautiful.”
Running a finger up my used pussy, he surprises me by bringing his wet finger to his mouth and sucking it clean. Leaning over me, he licks my bottom lip.
“We taste damn good, baby,” he whispers before I pull him closer and suck his tongue into my mouth, wanting to taste us on him. He groans and kisses me until we’re both breathless again.
He gives me one more kiss before I watch his perfect, naked ass disappear into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a wet rag in one hand. He gently runs the warm cloth over me, giving me a small smirk when I wince, because even though he’d been pretty gentle, he’s still huge, and it still left me sore.
“You don’t have to look so damn smug about it,” I say, making him laugh.
“I love seeing you red and swollen, baby, and I can’t help but love the fact that you’re sore after I fuck you.” His grin widens when he asks, “Did you like me licking your ass?”
“Oh my god,” I mutter, feeling my face heat up as I try to turn away.
Laughing, he holds me in place. “It’s okay,kiska. You don’t have to say it out loud. I already know the answer.”
He gives me a wink and lets me up. “Get dressed, baby. I want to show you something.”
I throw my clothes back on and then check my phone to see if my mom has texted. When I see the photo and message she sent, I hold it up to Volodya, letting him see the gorgeous bouquet of flowers. “Did you order those for my mom?”
