Suka, I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s not just about getting off.
I’ve always been a one-and-done kind of guy. No strings, no attachments, no complications. But with Wren, it’s different. My body’s practically addicted to her, like a cokehead jonesing for his next fix. And this is what? Our fourth time now?Blyat.Fucking the same woman again and again?
Our lips crash together; no fucking around. She runs her hands over my chest, nails digging in like she’s branding me. Our tongues tangle like two snakes in a pit, our moans mingling with the sound of our flesh slapping together as I pound her dripping cunt.
“Yesssss, that’s it!”
“Ty takaya trenira, Wren!” I growl, my voice raw with lust as I plunge my thick cock in and out of her soaking wet cunt.
“Harder, D. Fuck me harder.”
“You want it hard, I’ll give it to you hard.” Her moans are music to my ears, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust, her perfect tits bouncing with each slam of my hips against hers.
“Fuck, you’re so good, Wren,” I say, my hand wrapping around her neck, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and moan louder. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes,” she gasps. Her eyes snap open, those long lashes framing a gaze that burns right through me. Lips parted, panting. Chest rising and falling like she’s just run a fucking marathon.
Blyat. The way she’s looking at me… It’s like she’s staring straight into my black soul and fucking loving it.
Mostsukican’t handle this shit. But Wren? She’s got a fire in her, a wildness that matches my own.
I keep my gaze locked on hers, my eyes dark and intense. I can feel the power in that gaze, the dominance. Like I’m making sure she knows that she’s mine, that I own this fucking moment. And as I drive myself deeper inside her, it’s Wren. All of her. Andyob tvoyu mat’, I want every fucking piece.
We’re tangled up in silk sheets, the king-size bed barely creaking under us. My penthouse stretches out around us, all sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights flicker below, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck about the view right now.
An hour ago, my phone buzzed as I was getting into my Bentley. Wren’s voice, low and urgent: “I want you to fuck me tonight.”
And here we are. Again. Her nails digging into my back, her breath hot on my neck.
“D,” she gasps, and fuck me if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Fill my pussy with that thick, throbbing cock of yours! Make me scream, D!”
“Fuck, Wren,” I groan, my voice low and guttural. “You’re such a filthy little slut.”
She moans in response.
My fingers dig into her flesh, my nails biting into her neck as I grip tighter, choking off her air. Her face flushes red, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and desire as I pound into her, my cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. Her cunt clamps down on my cock, milking me, driving me closer to the edge. Her gasps become strangled moans, each one a desperate plea for more.
“You want my cum, baby? You gonna beg for it?”
She’s grinding against me like she’s trying to rub me raw, her cunt clenching tight as a vice around my cock. I groan, my hands gripping her hips, and drive into her hard, like I’m trying to claim her soul with every thrust. She lets out a low, throaty moan, her nails digging into my skin.
I spread her wide open, exposing her to me fully, then lean down to nibble and bite at her neck, my teeth leaving their mark.
“Harder,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
I’m edging closer, my balls tightening, ready to explode.
Not so soon.
I take a deep, steadying breath and slow my thrusting, focusing on her rhythm, syncing my movements to hers. As she trembles on the edge, her face contorting with pleasure, biting her lip, her gaze locked onto mine, I can feel the bed shaking beneath us, trembling under our weight. But we don’t care. This bed was made for us.
With a growl, I feel her walls spasm around my cock, her cunt milking me as she cums, her orgasm shuddering through her body like a storm.
Without letting her catch her breath, I resume my thrusting, harder, faster, hitting all the right spots. Moving to my knees, I slide one hand between us, rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles while the other hand grips her hips, lifting her up to meet my every stroke.
“Fuck, D! Fuck!” she screams, her body spasming, her nails raking down my back. “I’m gonna cum again!”
“Cum with me, Wren!” I growl, my voice low and guttural. “Cum with me, you filthy slut.” Her eyes roll back in her head as she falls over the edge, her body shaking with orgasmic bliss. As her walls flutter around my cock, I can’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I slam into her, groaning as my cum fills her up.
