Page 119 of Wild Russian Storm


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Her pussy was clenched so fucking tight, and the friction was my undoing. With one long thrust, I buried myself until I was balls deep in her sweet core. She gasped and her head went back, her eyes wide and unseeing. “Oh, god.”

My molars ached from how hard I was clenching my jaw. It felt like I was fighting every cell in my body.

“Move your hips, doll,” I gritted out. “Show me what feels good.”

Her moves at first were tentative. Little hips thrusts that nearly drove me mad. But as she got her rhythm, her moves got stronger. I forced myself to hold still, letting her use my cock for her own pleasure.

With my thumb, I circled just around her clit, teasing until it was an engorged, fiery pink nub. Her thrusts were gaining strength, some of them controlled, others involuntary jerks.

A guttural sound came out of me. Her pussy was like a glove on my cock, soft, wet and torturously tight.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open slightly and she was panting in short breaths. Her eyes fluttered open until her unfocused gaze landed on me. “Axel?”

“I’m right here, doll,” I said, with more emotion than I wanted.

“Am I doing it right?” I could hear the nerves in her voice.

I spread her legs further so I could drive my cock deeper, which made her gasp.

I told her the truth. “I’ve never felt anything better in my life than your pussy riding my dick.”

I could see the lust in her eyes. “Are you mad I made you do this?”

I knew she wanted connection and reassurance. I just didn’t know how to give it to her.

So I told her another truth. “This was inevitable.”

I pulled back far enough that the thick end of my cock was teasing her entrance, and then thrust deep back inside her.

Her head rolled back, and her question was a strangled groan. “Tell me why.”

Blood rushed through my brain. My breathing was so uneven I could barely respond. How could I explain how long I’d been fighting this? How incapable I was of holding back?

“It was just a matter of time before I lost all my control.”

“For me?” Her eyes opened to my face.

“All I want is you.”

She was so close. I started to pound with hard, slow thrusts, never breaking eye contact with her.

She was half sobbing with pleasure as I slowly fucked her, pushing her repeatedly to the edge.

“Axel,” she begged.

Her thighs were quivering, and her fingers were tugging wildly on her nipples.

Every plundering thrust was nearly my undoing. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.

“You’re so fucking perfect, doll,” I rasped, as I tried to hold back how I really felt. “You never had a chance. We were always going to end up right here, with my cock buried deep inside of you.”

She grabbed me by the neck, and her face was scrunched up. “Axel.”

I was unable to stop my hard thrusts. “You think you chose this, but it was my control that ran out.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, her whole body moving with me as I relentlessly fucked her.

I couldn’t stop my confession any more than I could stop my thrusts. “I’m just getting started, doll.”