Carefully.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gritted out.”So fucking tight around my cock.”
My body started to respond, even though I didn’t want it to. The pain was still there, but it was joined by a new, more intense,fieryheat. A liquid heat that pooled in my belly and spread through my veins.
Fuck.
I was going to come with his cock fucking my ass.
His rhythm picked up. No longer careful, but becoming a hard, relentless rhythm that was designed to break me. He pulled all the way out, then forced himself back inside with a vengeful thrust that made my vision go white.
“You’re mine,” he growled, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. “All of you belongs to me.”
I don’t know when it started, but my hips rose to meet his thrusts, and I couldn’t make them stop. My body was no longer my own, no longer connected to my mind.
I was losing control.
“Are you going to come?” he demanded. “Are you going to come with my cock in your ass, slut?”
I was instantly overwhelmed, completely dominated.
He reached around me and found my clit. He rolled it between his fingers, a delicious torture that sent sparks of fire shooting through my veins. He knew just how to touch me, how to pushmy buttons, how to take everything he wanted from me and more.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come now.”
I obeyed.
It was the most intense orgasm of my entire life. The world narrowed to the white-hot pleasure consuming me, to the feel of him, to the sound of my own cries. I could feel my ass constricting around his cock, tighter and tighter as my pussy fluttered and clutched at nothing and my legs shook with sensation as I struggled to pull in a breath.
When the waves of bliss finally receded, I was left panting, my body trembling, my mind a hazy senseless fog.
And then I realized something else.
I wassore.
My asshole burned and as he continued to pound into me, it clenched and pinched and sent a wave of pain up and down my spine that I couldn’t control.
I thought he was done. I thought he would pull out, let me rest. I was so wrong.
My fucking wasn’t over.
If anything, he went harder after I came. Faster. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, the obscene noises of him fucking my ass filled the room. The pain was like an open wound that was being rubbed raw with every merciless thrust.
“Andrei, please,” I sobbed. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips even harder. “You will.”
And he just kept fucking me, pushing me past my limits, taking everything I had to give him and more. He was showing me what it meant to be owned by a Dragunov.
He wasn’t asking me to accept him.
He was teaching me how.
I held still for him, boneless, used, and utterly owned.The aftershocks of my orgasm still trembled through me, but they were nothing compared to the all-consuming sensation of him claiming my ass and the overwhelming awareness of my own submission.
His fingers found my clit again.
He didn’t rub it. He didn’t stroke it. He pinched it. Hard.
