But this is wrong.
I can't do this. It's like giving him permission to continue keeping me captive and holding me here. I want to go home. I don't want to be Ana Veche's stunt double anymore. I want my boring life and my routine.
"St… stop," I whimper, but his thumb starts that thing again, tracing over my clit, down to my entrance and back up.
"You really want me to stop this now?"
His thumb really works me, and I'm whimpering, rocking against it. It's clear my body doesn't want him to stop, but how can I make my mind be okay with that? I can't answer—don't answer, except to continue rubbing my moisture all over that hot dick of his while he plays with me.
"Come on, now… I'm not gonna take it. You have to give it to me. Be a good girl and tell me to stop, or tell me to take it." Henips my bottom lip then lowers his mouth to suck my pulse pint, and while he does, his dick teases my entrance so I find myself scrunching lower. I want him in me.
"Tell me to stop, Viv," he coaxes, now a full inch into my entrance. He has infinitely more control over his body than I do. My hands are on his side clawing, and my hips are rocking up to meet him. "Say it, Princess. Tell me to stop what I'm doing and all of this goes away. You never have to worry about my wanting to fuck you again. You'll just be my asset and we'll draw that line."
I whimper again, especially when he kisses me fully. The scorching heat of his lips on mine has me trembling. I could come right here if he just gave my clit a little more attention. But he's torturously slow at what he’s doing. It's like he knows what I need and he's withholding, forcing me to speak.
When his hand wraps around my throat and squeezes hard, my eyes pop open to look him dead in the eye. At the same time, his dick begins its descent into me, stretching me wide and sinking until I feel him fully seated.
"I said, tell me to stop," he repeats, but I shake my head.
"Don't stop," I squeak out, and it's like I've burst the dam.
Lev's grip on my throat loosens but doesn't let go. His hips snap hard against me as his cock drives into my back wall and his lips cover mine again.
It's exquisite, the powerful waves of sensation fluttering across every inch of my body. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips as I rock up to meet his rhythm, and he bites my lip so hard, I taste copper.
"Fuck, you are tight. Your pussy was made for me, Vivika."
"Oh, God," I whine. He feels incredible—like my brain could implode and I'd be totally fine with dying right here, and he hasn't even made me come yet. But it's building.
I can feel the pressure in my core, like a spring tightening down around a screw that's about to pop loose. My toes curl and my back arches. It's never this easy.
"Shit, you're gonna drop me hot, honey… You gotta slow down." He backs off, pulling out all the way before flipping me over and pressing my face into the pillows. Then he's back in me, sliding into me from behind as he smacks my ass. "Yeah… that's it. That pussy is screaming to release, isn't it?"
"Mmm," is all I can manage, and he takes a handful of my hair and pulls it hard.
"Say it…"
"Yes," I whimper… "I want to come so bad. Please." My palms splay on the sheet and he drives into me harder.
"Good girl. You'll get the hang of this." Another hard smack to my ass makes me jolt, and I whine loudly, backing up into him as he lifts my hips upward but keeps my face planted on the sheets. "Fuck, you're hot." His thumb presses against my ass as he says, "I'm gonna take this next too, stretch this hot ring so wide, you’ll scream my name."
But when he pushes his thumb into me, spitting on my entrance to lube it, I lose it. My body snaps and I start jerking and convulsing. His thumb sinks as deep as he can push it, almost painfully stretching me, as his dick continues to glide in and out of my core.
"Oh God… too much… It's so intense." I'm writhing, clawing at the pillows, and when he shoves a second finger in my back hole, I scream into one.
But my agony and ecstasy are short lived as I feel him drive deeper and his cock start pulsing. Tiny grunts of pleasure escape his lips as he continues to slide in and out of me a few more times, and I sigh and shudder as he pulls his thumbs out of me.
Then it's just his dick and the oozing moisture that dribbles down my thighs. I'm still jolting in aftershocks, trembling and drooling in a heap of tangled hair and pillows. And when Lev pulls out and the rest of his cum drains down my leg, all I can do is collapse to the side and breathe through it.
It was incredible and I feel spent.
His lips press against my shoulder as he curls around me, and I feel the words vibrate against my skin before I hear them. "You're incredible."
I don't know what to say to that. My body's still humming with aftershocks, my mind still reeling from the intensity of it. I've never been with anyone like him before, never experienced anything close to what happened in this bed. It's left me feeling raw and exposed, almost like I betrayed myself for wanting him.
But I did want him. I do want him. I just don't know why.
I push the emotions down before they can take root. This isn't love. This isn't even the beginning of love. It's sex, pure and simple, two bodies seeking pleasure in each other. It doesn't mean anything. I won't let it mean anything.
