“Are you trying to kill me by orgasm, Drago?”
I chuckle, dipping my head to drag my tongue along her jaw. “Never,” I whisper. “I want to do this… over and over.”
Forever is what I really mean.
She wraps her arms around my ribs, and I blow out a breath when her fingers brush my scars.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
She smiles up at me, eyes dark with desire, and I ache to be inside her. Desperate. Almost feral. But I don’t want this to be just a fuck. I want to turn her world upside down. I want her to remember me. Remember this. So I lean in and claim her mouth, drawing it out. She deepens the kiss almost instantly. Moaning against my lips as she tastes herself on my tongue.
“You’ve got it just as bad as me, haven’t you?” I murmur.
“Mmm… I can’t get enough of you, Drago,” she breathes. “And trust me, this isn’t normal for me.”
I kiss her harder, and her legs slide up my thighs, locking around my waist. I grin against her lips when she nudges her pussy against my cock.
“My girl needs something, huh?”
She exhales shakily. “You’ve let me be this horny over you all damn day, sir. Do you want me to beg for you to fuck me? Because I will.”
Repositioning myself, I guide my cock along her soaked cunt, and the sensation alone makes me shudder.
“I’m clean, baby,” I say quietly. “Are you okay without a barrier?”
She licks her lips. “I want you dripping back out of me.”
She’s going to kill me one day. “Yes,” I murmur. “And then I’ll fuck it back inside you.”
Her cheeks flare red instantly.
“Now say it,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my cock over her clit. “Beg me.”
Her nails dig into my back.
“Please, Drago… sir. I’m begging you to fuck me. It’s all I want. All I need. You. I need you. Right now. Please.”
Holy shit.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” I press into her slowly, watching her face as she stretches around me. Her mouth falls open, eyes wide.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe.”
She exhales, and I push in another inch.
“More?” I ask.
“Y-yes.”
I sink halfway in and stop.
“Oh, fuck!”
I brush her hair back and bite gently at her throat. “That’s half, lastochka,” I murmur. “Do you want slow and gentle… or hard and fast?”
“Half?” she gasps.
“Yes,” I say softly. “Choose.”
