“Beg for it again.”
“I… I want your cock inside you,” I whisper, then lift my chin. “Please…” I say louder, daring him. His cock pulses harder under my hand.
He growls against my ear, breath ragged. “Your dirty mouth’s got me aching,malyshka.So damn hot when you talk like that.”“Your dirty mouth’s got me aching,malyshka,” he says, voice rough, lips brushing my ear. “So damn hot when you talk like that.”
His cock twitches, and I’m done being shy.
“You like it?” I say, voice bold, yanking his pants down, freeing his cock. It’s massive, thick as my wrist, veined, head swollen, glistening.
I want to fuck him until I can’t breathe, but my mouth is starving for him first. Jasper’s stories about sucking cock used to makeme blush, but not now. I lean down, lips brushing the tip, tongue swirling slowly around the engorged head, licking the slit, tasting salt. He groans, head arching back, muscles clenching, his scarred body flexing in the dim light.
“Suck me,malyshka,” he says, hand fisting my hair, guiding gently.
I take him deep, throat stretching, lips tight, slurping as I bob slowly, then faster, two hands gripping his base, stroking. I pull back, swirling my tongue around the head, then dip lower, sucking his balls softly, rolling them in my mouth.
He curses, “Hell, yes,” his cock pulsating, twitching.
“Finger yourself,” he orders, pinching my nipple sharply through my T-shirt. “Show me how wet you are.”
I lift my hips, easing two fingers into my pussy, so wet they slide in smoothly, a low moan escaping, “Oh… Anton.” I thrust them deep, in and out, matching the bob of my head as I suck his cock, one hand wrapped tight around his massive length, stroking in time.
My tongue flicks the slit, swirling the swollen head, slurping wet, his musky scent filling my nose, driving me wild.
His hand fists my hair, guiding my head, firm but slow, as I take him deeper, throat stretching, lips tight, sucking for what feels like forever, each bob pulling a groan from him that sets my pussy throbbing.
Every part of me is alive—his rough moans, the heat of his cock, my dripping juices, the sting of my nipple as he pinches, twists, making me cry out into his cock, my pussy clenching tight, dripping onto the sheets. I’m so close, nearly coming from his sounds alone, every sensation burning me up.
“Yes,malyshka, fuck yes.” He watches me, voice rough, fingers tightening in my hair, guiding me faster, then slower, as I deep-throat him, gagging softly, tongue swirling the head.
“Ah…” he hisses, voice strained. “Slow down, or I’ll come down your throat.”
I pull back, grinning, tongue flicking his slit one last time, and climb up. His hand grazes my cheek, thumb tracing my swollen lips.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he says, voice low, raw, like he means it, and it hits me hard, making my chest tighten.
Beautiful.The word tears through me.
No one’s ever looked at me and said that. Not like this. And now I’m fucked, because I believe him.
“I want to ride you,” I say, feeling brave and daring, guiding his cock to my entrance, sinking down slowly, stretching wide, my pussy gripping him tight.
“Oh, hell,” I moan, rocking my hips, riding deep, my curves bouncing, lush breasts shaking under my shirt.
“Look at you, opening wide for my cock,” he says, voice dark, hands gripping my hips, guiding my rhythm. His muscles clench, scars and bruises flexing, making him hotter, a warrior I’m claiming.
I grind faster, clit rubbing against him, and he slaps my ass, sharp, then harder.
“Yes!” I cry, the sting new, thrilling, my pussy soaking more.
“Ride me harder,” he says, slapping again, “make that pussy come.”
I do, bouncing faster, moaning, “I’m close, I’m coming.” My pussy clenches, and I shatter, coming hard, “Fuuuucck!” my body convulsing, soaking his cock.
My pussy’s still pulsing around him, but he doesn’t let me rest. He grabs me, flips me sideways like I weigh nothing, hooks my leg over his shoulder, and drives back in.
“Anton—fuck—” I gasp, nails digging into his arm. He’s ruthless, pounding into me like he owns every inch of me, cock slamming deep, stretching me open until I’m crying out.
The angle’s brutal, his cock hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed, each thrust sharper, harder, making my whole body quake. My leg trembles against his shoulder, his hand fisting in my hair, forcing me to take it.
