“Yes,kroshka, squeeze my cock like that,” I growl.
I’m teetering on the edge, my balls drawn up tight, but I grit my teeth and hold back. I’m not done with her yet. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her luscious body before I let myself go.
“Spank me,” she commands breathlessly, looking back at me over her shoulder with a wicked glint in her eyes.
I reach out, ripping her flimsy top down the middle. Her tits spill free, the perfect handfuls I’d been craving all night. I palm the heavy globes roughly, tweaking her nipples between my fingers.
“Fuck yeah, Big Boy,” she hisses, arching into my touch. “Just like that.”
Without warning, I raise my hand and bring it down on the succulent curve of her ass with a resounding smack. She jolts, a high keen escaping her. “Again!”
I oblige, raining down stinging slaps on her bouncing cheeks as I piston into her sopping cunt. It’s insanely good, her tight heat gripping me like a fist. I feel her start to flutter around my cock, and I know she’s close.
I reach around, frantic fingers finding her clit over hers. Her rhythm falters, a choked moan escaping her as I rub the sensitivebundle of nerves. “Come for me,” I demand roughly. “Soak my cock with your sweet cream.”
She shatters with a cry, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I roar through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to erupt inside her. “Cyka blyad’!”
I don’t want it to be over. I need more of her, all of her. This wild woman who makes me lose control.
The violin swells to a crescendo as I pull out abruptly, hoisting her up and spinning us around. Her legs lock around my waist as I slam her back against the wall, plunging into her still-spasming cunt.
“You’re insatiable,” she pants, a hint of admiration in her breathless voice. She rolls her hips, taking me impossibly deeper.
“For you,kroshka?” I punctuate my words with sharp, deep thrusts. “I could fuck this sweet pussy all night and still want more.”
She drags my mouth to hers, kissing me with a ferocity that steals my breath. I taste blood, and I’m not sure if it’s mine or hers. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is this, her, the fierce clash of our bodies as we take each other to new heights.
I’ve never felt a hunger like this, a need so visceral it borders on pain.
Our kisses turn desperate, sloppy, as our rhythm grows erratic. I feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine, my nuts drawing up in preparation. “Ty konchayesh’ so mnoy,” I rasp. “You’re coming with me.”
I slip one hand between us, bracing her weight with the other as I find the swollen bud of her clit with my fingers.
“Come on,krasotka,” I coax gutturally. “Give me one more.Khachu uvidet’ kak ty konchayesh’. I want to see you come.”
She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cry, her teeth sinking into my flesh. The pain only spurs me on, driving me topound into her harder, faster. Her body grips me like a fist, and I’m lost. My world goes white at the edges as I empty myself inside her with a harsh shout, pumping what feels like endless ropes of seed into her fluttering channel.
I slump forward, pinning her to the wall with my weight as I struggle to catch my breath. My heart races, blood roaring in my ears. I feel dizzy, intoxicated. Wrung out in the best possible way.
I rest my forehead against hers, our masks clacking together. A hint of a smirk tugs at my lips. “So,krasotka,” I rumble, still a little breathless. “Have I ruined you for other men yet?”
Her answering laugh is husky and sated. She rolls her hips languidly, my softening cock slipping from her drenched heat.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she purrs, a glint of challenge in her eyes. “I might need some more convincing.”
I flash her a wolfish grin.“Ty naprosivayesh’sya,” I growl. “You’re asking for it. And I’m more than happy to deliver.”
I hoist her higher, hands cupping her ass as I carry her to the bed. She keeps her legs locked around my waist, arms looped around my neck as she peppers my jaw with biting kisses.
I lay her down on the plush duvet, following her down, ready to map every inch of her lush body with hands and lips and tongue. I have no intention of letting her leave until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from her until we’re both boneless and sated and weak with it.
The 19th-century violin music plays on as I settle between her thighs…
I lean my head against the cool tile, letting the frigid water sluice over my aching body. The bites and scratches she left sting under the spray, but it’s a good pain. A reminder of the wild ride we took each other on last night.
Yob tvoyu mat’! I can’t remember the last time I went bare with a woman.
I’m always careful, always suit up. But with her…Blyat, I must have lost my fucking mind. One whiff of her sweet scent, one taste of her succulent cunt, and all my rules went out the goddamn window.
