"Please."
"Please what?" I grind against her, letting her feel how hard I am. "Please fuck you now? Please breed you? Please take away all those scary choices and just make you mine?"
Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide. She's panting, tiny desperate sounds escaping with each breath.
"Say it," I demand. "Say you want this."
"I don't."
"Liar." I grab her wrist, drag her hand down to press against the front of my pants. Let her feel exactly what she does to me. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. That's how hard I get thinking about claiming you. About ruining you for anyone else. About putting my baby in your belly."
She whimpers. Actually whimpers, fingers curling involuntarily around my cock through the fabric.
Fuck.Fuck.
Every ounce of control I've built over two years of waiting threatens to snap. I want to tear those panties off, sink into her right here against the doorframe, virgin or not, wedding or not. Want to feel her tight pussy clenching around me while she screams my name.
But I won't. Not yet. I'll have her properly—in my bed, on our wedding night, when she's legally mine in every way. And I'm saving every drop for that moment. Every bit of need, every ounce of cum, all of it for when I finally bury myself inside her and breed her properly.
No more jerking off in the shower. No more touching myself thinking about her. I'm going to be so fucking desperate by our wedding night that I'll probably fill her three times before I can even think straight.
But, God forgive me, I can give us both a taste.
I hoist her up against the doorframe, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. The shirt rides up, exposing herbare thighs, her panties. I grind against her once and the heat of her pussy through the thin cotton nearly breaks me.
"Pyotr!" She gasps my name, hands flying to my shoulders.
"Feel that?" I grind again, slower this time, deliberate. "That's what you do to me. That's how hard I get thinking about claiming you. About ruining you for anyone else. About putting my baby in your belly."
I can feel her trembling. Feel the dampness spreading through her panties where we're pressed together. She's getting wetter by the second, and I'm so fucking hard it hurts.
"You're soaked," I growl against her throat, punctuating each word with another roll of my hips. "Dripping. Your body knows what it wants even if your mind won't admit it."
She makes a sound and I bite down on the tender skin of her neck. Hard enough to mark. Hard enough that she'll see it tomorrow and remember this moment. Remember who she belongs to.
My hips move faster now, grinding my cock against her pussy through our clothes. The friction is maddening. Not nearly enough. Too much. I can feel every ridge of her through the fabric, imagine how hot and tight she'll be wrapped around me.
We're rutting against each other like desperate animals. Feral. Uncontrolled. Two years of obsession and denial combusting in this moment.
"Two days," I manage, voice wrecked. "Two days and this is mine. This pussy. This body. Everything."
"Please!" She's panting now, hips starting to move with mine. Seeking friction. Chasing something she probably doesn't even understand.
"Please what?" I angle my hips differently, finding her clit through the layers and grinding directly against it. She jerks, crying out. "Please fuck you now? Please make you come? Please stop because you're scared how much you want this?"
Her head thrashes against the doorframe.
I grab her ass with both hands, holding her in place while I thrust against her. Hard. Desperate. Dry humping her like an animal. "Come for me,malyshka. Show me what a good girl you are. Show me this pussy knows who it belongs to."
She's close. I can tell by the way her thighs are shaking, by the little gasping sounds she's making, by how she's grinding back against me now without even realizing it.
"That's it," I encourage roughly. "Take what you need. Use my cock. Even through our clothes you need it, don't you? Need me."
The wet spot on her panties is growing, soaking through to dampen my pants where we're pressed together. The evidence of her arousal, her surrender, nearly undoes me. My cock is throbbing, balls drawn up tight. I'm seconds from coming and I haven't even gotten inside her yet.
No. Not like this. Not wasted in my fucking pants.
Every drop is for her. For filling her. For breeding her.
