Being done with her teasing the fuck out of me, I curl my hand in her hair. In one go, I push her down my cock until her lips kiss my pubic bone.
“Yeah, that’s the slutty mess I want to see. Stuffed full of my cock. Choking for air.”
Ecstasy runs through my blood, making me high on the exquisite pleasure. My control shatters to smithereens like my will not to take this woman as mine. I couldn’t reassemble the pieces thrown in all four cardinal directions even if I’d found them all.
Pulling her back, she drags in mouthfuls of air. Spit glides down her chin, some forming a line connecting my head to her mouth. What a sight. Not coming is a losing game. One I’ll gladly forsake for this sublime sensual gratification. But my need for her transcends the physical, edging on madness and obsession.
I can’t get enough of her. Won’t ever be done with her—destined to crave her, love her like my life depends on it, fuck her like it’s the last time I’ll have the chance. Wild. Passionate. Raw.
I fuck her mouth in long pumps with the sounds of her guzzling and slobbering hitting my ears, spurring on my satisfaction. The pleasure breaks my composure apart. A zap of electricity strikes me, and my body stiffens to the point ofsnapping as I chase my release. Untamable, like my desire for her.
Her glassy eyes and red face, accompanied by the sight of my cock shoved down her throat, are so potent. It feels too damn good, I can’t hold it any longer, erupting in long spurts and filling her mouth with my cum.
Breathing raggedly, I need a damn minute to gather myself. It’s like my soul left my body for a moment.
“Don’t swallow,” I command, and she fights with her instinct to do so.
I might treat her like my fuck toy, but my soul could never forget that she’s the purest part of my life. My life revolves around her.
Bending over her, I say, “Open and show me. Don’t lose a drop.”
She opens her mouth, and I push my finger inside, smearing my cum over her mouth, not losing a chance to claim and mark her.
A sound ringing of pure satisfaction rumbles in my chest. “Now you can swallow.”
After she swallows, she sucks on my finger as if in a trance before I drag her to my lap and slam my mouth on hers.
“You amaze me, baby girl.”
A shy smile colors her face, touching my chest where the tattoo exposes my ultimate truth and only weakness.
Softness creeps in as we share this intimate moment, and all I want to do is hold her, feel her close. The beast is satisfied for now.
My cock recovers quickly, and how could he not when she’s lying naked in my arms, glancing at me with those bedroom eyes?
In one go, I shove her down on my cock, burying myself to the hilt. She screams so loud, her pleasure-infused moans piercethe room. She would have woken the entire house up. Not that I fucking care. Plus, all my staff live in the other building. And if they ever hear us, they should put earplugs in. I will always fuck my woman—hard and unapologetic, needing her too much to control my urges.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I push her up and down my cock, the rhythm frantic just like I feel. Wild like my passion for her. Fast, like I am running out of time.
I forget about the game. About anything but connecting with her.
Standing up with her in my arms, I bend her over the armchair and take her from behind—deep and sensual before switching to rapid thrusts, pumping inside of her until I hit her damn cervix. I’d go deeper if it were possible, as if to discover where she ends and I begin.
Her cries fill my ears with soulful music mixed with carnal frenzy. She grips me so tight, I might black out. I will never get closer to heaven than I am right at this moment.
“Vso, chto u menya yest’, tvoyo. Vso prinadlezhit tebe: moya imperiya, moya dusha, moyo chortovo telo. Potomu chto yedinstvennoye, chego ya kogda-libo khotel, eto ty,” I groan in Russian, but she must be so far gone, she doesn’t even ask me what I said.
Everything I have is yours. You own it all: my empire, my soul, my fucking body. Because the only thing I ever wanted was you.
She comes so hard, gushing as I continue fucking her, holding my release for as long as I can.
But it’s a fight I am destined to lose, so I explode with a low groan, giving her everything in me, filling her up with my essence. I’d like nothing more than to knock her up, so she’ll forever be connected to me.
Depleted, I fall against her back, holding myself up on my palms not to crush her. I pant like the savage animal I am, who got to chase and devour his prey—satisfied for now.
I kiss down her spine, and she glances over her shoulder. We don’t need words. We never did. Her heart is crying for mine—for more of this. More of us. More of what I can’t give her.
Sighing, I gather her in my arms and walk toward my bedroom on the upper floor. The staff surely retreated, guessing what would happen.
