The kiss deepens, and I feel him hardening against my thigh.
"Again?" I breathe against his mouth.
"If you want." His hand slides down my body, cupping my breast. "I can never get enough of you."
I’m sore, exhausted, and overwhelmed by everything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours. But the moment his thumb brushes over my nipple, all of that disappears.
"Yes," I whisper. "Yes, I want."
He traces my body with his hands like he's studying for a test, learning every curve and hollow, every spot that makes me gasp or moan. His mouth trails down my neck, over my collarbone, to my breasts. When he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, I arch off the bed with a low moan.
"Sensitive," he murmurs against my skin.
"Very," I agree.
"Good." He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention until I'm writhing beneath him, wet and wanting.
His hand slides between my legs, and I'm already parting them to give him full access. I’m so ready for him, despite the soreness. He's careful, working me with his fingers until I'mgasping and begging and he grasps my hips and pulls me over him.
The length of his solid shaft presses against my slick folds as I straddle him, grinding a couple of times, chasing the sensation from when my clit rubs against him.
"Take what you need," he says. "Let me watch you ride me like the formidable queen you are."
The stretch makes me wince when I adjust myself and begin to slide down his cock, but it's the good kind of pain. The kind that reminds me I'm alive, that this is real, that last night actually happened. That I didn’t let anything stop me. Not a strange new city, or my boss and the police telling me I was overthinking things. Not even the men who tried to take me from the bar…
A shiver runs through me when I reach the root of his cock and grind in a circle. I’m so full of him that my brain feels like it will dissolve into glittery sparks I won’t know how to put back together again.
I begin to move with larger rolls of my pelvis, my head dropping back as I let myself be consumed by the sensations of it all.
"Look at me," he commands.
It takes actual effort to lift my head forward and open my eyes. I find him watching me with that intensity I’ve never known before. Like I'm the only thing that matters in the world. His eyes graze over my body, his teeth clamping on his bottom lip when he takes in my breasts.
"You're so beautiful like this," he says. "Taking me so well. Made for me."
"Yakov—"
"Say it again." His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours." The words come easier this time. "I'm yours, Yakov."
"Not good enough." He thrusts up suddenly making me choke on a moan. "Louder. Tell me you’re my dirty queen who can’t stop riding my cock even when she’s sore and swollen and still leaking from last night."
Heat floods my face, my chest, everywhere.
"There’s no shame here." He is watching the space where my pussy slides over his cock, his pupils blown wide and his mouth slightly open. "Look at how you ride me like you’re trying to ruin us both." He slides a hand up to palm my breast roughly, thumb flicking the nipple still tender from his mouth. "You feel that? How fucking full you are? That’s me claiming every inch inside you. Again. And again. Until your cunt craves to be filled by me over and over."
I whimper, hips stuttering, chasing the building pressure.
He smirks wicked and dangerous. "You’re shaking already. So greedy for it even when you’re wrecked. You want me to flip you over? Pin those pretty wrists above your head and fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name so loud the neighbors call the police?"
His hips snap up harder on the last word, punching the air out of me.
"Or maybe," he murmurs, voice dropping to gravel, "you want me to keep you right here, straddling me, stuffed full, grinding desperate and needy, until you come so hard you soak my thighs and cry about how good it hurts."
He leans up, lips brushing my ear, breath hot. "Choose fast, Laney. Because I’m about two seconds from deciding for you… and when I do, I won’t be gentle."
His thumb presses down harder on my clit at the same time he rolls his hips in a slow, filthy grind that hits every swollen spot inside me.
