“You’ll get addicted to the feel of my cock in your wet holes. Ready?” he asks after a moment, and I nod, my mouth at his stubbled cheek.
The first thrust is sharp, but the next is sparks. Then I’m moaning with him, and every stroke of his cock into me is better and better.
“Please,” I whine. “More.”
“Tess.” He sounds unhinged. “You’re so hot and wet for me. You feel amazing.”
“Take me harder.Fuckme.” I try to match his rhythm and urge him to go faster.
He obeys, hips pumping, and the place where we join is alight. I’ve never felt anything like it.
His breathing goes ragged. “My love. Lapochka. You’re the best thing.”
“Breed me.” The delicious taboo of saying that ratchets the fire inside me higher. I love this man so much. “Make me yours.”
“I thought I’d break you.” He’s hoarse, breathing heavily. “But instead, you broke all my rules. You saw the savage behind the mask, and you didn’t back down.”
“Yes.” He’s all the way in me now, taking me hard and fast against a tree, in the dark. But his powerful body pushes pleasurable sparks into me every time he thrusts. I’m so close. I’m shaking.
“I’d die for you, Tess. You’re it for me. The partner I didn’t know I needed. I thought I was irreparably broken, and sought out other monsters for company. I had no idea someone like you could ever accept me.”
I whimper, my pussy clenching around his thick cock.
He spills out a stream of rough words in Russian, speeding up further, his fingers holding me so tight as he fucks me that I’m certain I’ll have bruises tomorrow. “My love.”
And I think it’s those words that sweep me over. I fall into orgasm, sobbing against the solid throat of the man I love as I pulse with white-hot pleasure.
24
KIRILL
Tess grips my cock as she comes, and my brain overloads with happiness that my girl is so responsive for me, the sheer ecstasy of each roll of orgasm hits her and connects through to me as she spasms, and the heart-expanding knowledge that she loves me.
I can’t talk. For a second, I can barely breathe.
But I keep moving inside her, my hips slamming against hers, my lips on her cheek, and my breathing harsh and laboured. This feels unlike anything I’ve done before. Taking my girl for the first time is the greatest privilege of my life. And pleasure.
“That’s it, come on my cock,” I rasp as her movements turn to flutters, and she goes limp, one foot sliding down from my waist to my thigh.
“Oh god, Kirill. That was…” She turns her head and I groan and cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue in time with my pumping cock. Owning her.
Her kiss is sweet and accepting, whereas I’m darkly passionate and demanding.
I want to consume her. My craving for her has exploded out of its constraints. I piston into her, and my primal self conjuresup the image of coming deep in her pussy, jetting my seed right to where it’s needed to get her pregnant.
The tension curls at the base of my spine. My balls pull upwards as I thrust into her over and over.
Much as I’d like to have her come again, the last functional part of my brain knows that not only can I not hold out—she feels far too good—but it will be so much sweeter to rip out the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasms from her in the comfort of the house. In the shower, in our bed. On the sofa and up against the wall. Somewhere that I can watch her blue eyes sparkle and go glazed with lust. Where I can lie her down and worship every inch of her body. Kiss her nipples and discover if they’re as sensitive as her needy little clit.
Fill her up as many times as she can take.
Get her pregnant.
“I love you,” she says against my lips, her fingers digging into my neck possessively, a pinch of pain that sets off extra pleasure I didn’t know was possible for me.
It’s too much.
I explode, shooting into her. I’m racked with bliss, coming in wave after wave. My knees go weak, and I lean into her, crushing her between my big chest and the tree, only just managing to wedge my forearm against the tree trunk to prevent hurting her. I empty my balls until I’m a cracked shell. I give her everything.
