I groan at the way she reacts, slick and desperate around my fingers.
“Spread your legs,” I growl. “Let me feel how much you hate me.”
“In your dreams, Marinov.”
Wrong answer.
“That was not a request.” I let out a low laugh, groaning from her sultry tone. “You want to play stubborn?”
She squirms, trying to twist away, but I grip her thigh, forcing her leg up until she’s pinned open against me. I give her pussy a quick slap, my palm following with a rough stroke that makes her jerk against me. Before she can catch her breath, I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me, my arm locked beside her head.
Her gaze finds mine, wild and defiant, but beneath that fury, I see it. The fear of how much she wants this. Of how much she wantsme.
“My pretty girl…” My lips ghost over hers. “You were throbbing for me before I even touched you. Don’t insult us both by pretending otherwise.”
It’s adorable. Futile. This resistance of hers. But nothing good will come from it.
I drag her shirt up her body, letting it bunch around her ribs. My cock slips through my boxers, grinding against her soaked center, piercings dragging over her clit with each slow, punishing roll of my hips. She writhes beneath me, fingers digging for control she’ll never get.
Lifting her leg, I drape it over my shoulder, watching the head of my erection stroke against her, coated in her slickness. It takes every ounce of discipline not to take her right now.
“Ask me.” My hips arch into her. “Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I’d never even beg you for water if I was on fire.”
In one fluid motion, I flip her onto her stomach, shove her thighs apart, and pin her down with the weight of my arm. My hand comes down hard on her ass, the crack echoing through the room, and before she can even gasp, my fingers are inside her.
Her cry rips through the dark as I give it to her hard. “Oh God, yes!”
My mouth finds her ear, voice a graveled strain. “I’m your God now, moya ptichka. Pray to me.”
I drive into her harder, rougher, until my fingers are soaked, her cries turning ragged as my cock throbs. I crave to be inside her, but there’s something I want more. Something she’s going to give me, whether she wants to or not.
I flip her without warning, my back hitting the mattress and her landing on top of me, hair wild, lips parted.
Her thighs straddle my waist, hips moving, unhurried at first, then faster, rubbing her soaked cunt across my chest like she’s trying to brand me with it. Reaching over, I turn on the bedside lamp. Warm light spills over her skin, and I grind my teeth at the sight: face flushed, hunger permeating through those eyes. Before she can argue, I drag the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. My cock kicks up against her, desperate, but I hold back.
“Grab the headboard,” I growl. “And ride my face until I can’t fucking breathe.”
She hesitates, teeth tugging into her bottom lip like she’s deciding whether to obey or fight.
“No, thank you,” she whispers.
A dark laugh rumbles out of me as I shake my head slowly. “Takaya neposlushnaya malishka.”Such a disobedient girl.
Her gasp hits the air like a gunshot, hands scrambling for balance as I yank her up and onto my mouth.
Then I bury my face between her thighs. My tongue rolls through her cunt, sucking and biting like I’ve been starving for her. And maybe I have. Because nothing tastes like this. Feels like this. And I’m not stopping until she’s praying my name like a goddamn hymn.
Her hips buck, trying to escape the pressure, but I grip her ass and hold her down, pinning her to my mouth. She’s not running from this.
My tongue plunges into her, then circles back up to flick her clit, over and over, until her thighs shudder and her breath shatters in stuttering gasps.
“Don’t…” Her hands thread into my hair, yanking me closer. “Aleksei, oh God, don’t stop.”
I groan against her, tongue flattening and dragging slow and hard, sucking her in like I’m dying of thirst and she’s the only thing that’ll save me.
Her taste wrecks me. Her scent burns through my bloodstream. And every time she pulses on my tongue, I swear it’s a prayer being answered.
