I arch more, ass up, my forehead pressed to the bed to keep my balance. My fingers drive deeper, desperate, my other hand pinching my nipple till it stings. My body’s a trembling mess, muscles locked, panting like I’m running out of air, pleading without a damn word.
“I.. I’m going to cum! Fuuckk.”
My eyes flicker, catching his shadow, and I’m lost, wanting him to fuck me right now. But he is taking his own sweet time, he trails his free hand along my spine, a barely-there touch that’s somehow worse than nothing, and then he kisses me again—higher this time, between my shoulder blades, a soft contrast to the filthy edge of his control.
“Not yet,” he says, smirking against my skin. “You don’t get to come until I’m back inside you.”
“Please,” I choke out, voice breaking, my body screaming for release. He chuckles, low and wicked, and gives my ass a light slap—just enough to sting, just enough to make me clench around my own fingers.
“Keep going,” he says, stepping back to watch again, stroking himself with that same maddening calm. “Show me how much you need it.”
I’m lost in it now—his voice, his dirty commands, the way he’s unraveling me. My fingers move faster despite his order, chasing the edge, and my mind’s a chaotic mess: this is just sex, just sex. But it’s not. It’s him, his control, the way he makes me crave every word, every touch. And as I teeter there, ass high, fingers buried in myself, his eyes burning into me, I know I’m already too far gone to care.
33
Konstantin
Bella’s on my bed, a fucking vision I can’t tear my eyes from—legs spread, black silk bunched like a tease, her pink cunt glistening under the dim firelight. Two fingers plunge into her vagina, slow, desperate, slick with her own need, and her eyes—blue, wild, fucking starving—beg for my cock. I’ve never wanted a woman’s climax, never gave a shit about their pleasure—mine was enough, cold and done. Years dead inside, fucking to forget.
But watching Bella come undone is becoming my obsession, the most alive thing I’ve seen, andgovno,it’s got me burning, cock throbbing in my grip, condom tight as I stroke myself hard.
I need this—her surrender, her desperation, all mine. She’s trying to mimic me, those fingers chasing what only I can give, but she’s failing, and the way her lips part, panting my name, makes me want to ruin her. Control’s my drug, and I’m high on it, holding back just to see how far she’ll break for me.
Her moan—sharp, desperate—snaps my focus.
“Konstantin,” she gasps, fingers plunging faster, and I’m done waiting. I climb onto the bed, silk shifting under my knees, and grab her wrist, yanking her hand away.
“Enough,” I growl, voice thick. “Ass up. Higher.” She scrambles, obeying, arching her back until her ass is high, perfect, her wet cunt bared to me. I grip my cock, dragging the head through her slickness—fuck, she’s dripping—and slap it against her clit, hard, the wet smack echoing.
She yelps, hips jerking, and I do it again, watching her shudder.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, low, filthy.
“Yes,” she whispers “Please— Fuck me, please.”
“My little slut, begging for it.”
Her moan is agreement, and I lean in, biting her neck—hard enough to mark, red blooming under my teeth. My fingers slip inside her, curling, pumping, and she’s tight, clenching like she’s already close.
“Scream for me,” I demand, and she does—my name, raw, filling the room as Shostakovich strings claw the air.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I line up, gripping her hips, and thrust deep—hard, claiming her from behind. She cries out, silk sheets twisting in her fists, and I fuck her like I mean it, each stroke slamming into her, balls slapping her clit.
“So fucking tight,” I snarl, one hand fisting her hair, pulling her head back. “This cunt’s mine, isn’t it?”
She’s incoherent, moaning, “Yes, yes,” and I feel her tighten, ready to break. I pull out suddenly and flip her onto her back—missionary now, her legs spread wide, silk gown a wreck. Her eyes meet mine, wild, and I dive in, tongue lapping her clit, slow, teasing, tasting her desperation.
I suck hard, then soft, driving her mad, and she’s grinding against my face, screaming my name again. My fingers plungeinside, three now, curling, and she comes—hard, flooding my hand, her body shaking like it’s never known this before.
But I’m not done.
I crawl up, kissing Bella’s lips—deep, devouring—tasting her moans as I slide back inside her. She’s tight, wet, fucking perfect, and my cock fills her, condom slick with her need.
I growl against her mouth, thrusting slow, then brutal, each snap of my hips making her gasp.
My hand finds her nipple through the silk—pinching, twisting—and she arches, a sharp cry spilling out.
