“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re the only one I’d let fuck me.”
“Oh, fuck.” That gets him all excited, because he’s moving in shallow thrusts now, his breaths weighing heavily, mingling with mine.
“Say that again,” he orders in a moan.
“Say what?” I struggle, my heart beating so loudly in my ears.
“That I’m the only one who fucks you.”
“You’re the only one who fucks me, baby.”
“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful, I feel like I’ll come inside you like a preteen.”
I chuckle, but it dies out, because he’s burying more of himself, almost all the way in, and I’m about to explode.
Really. I think I underestimated how huge this motherfucker is. He’s breaking my ass and molding it, so it fits him.
And I’ll totally let him.
“Don’t laugh. Don’t flirt. Don’t fucking smile at anyone other than me, Volchonok.” He grunts, panting as he forces himself to remain still.
He does that every time he pushes himself in, giving me enough time to adjust to him.
I thought I was considerate during sex—somewhat, don’t judge—but Vaughn’s giving me a run for my money.
A droplet of sweat falls from his chin on my lip and I dart my tongue out to lick it. “Only if you’re mine, Mishka.”
“And you’ll be mine?”
I nod, digging my heels into his ass further. “I’m yours if you’re mine.”
“Fuck.” His hips jerk as he bottoms out, and a needy groan slips from his gorgeous lips. “You…okay?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m going to fuck you now, Yuli. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t…” He thrusts into me with renewed intensity.
My ass stretches, accommodating his length, and my cock grows big and heavy, sparks lighting me the fuck up with each rub of his stomach against the sensitive skin.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes out, hitting a sensitive spot inside me that makes me come a little.
“Am I?”
“You are…” His frame tightens, his veins swelling in his neck. “I wanted to take it easy, but I can’t fight the urge to claim you. Can’t go slow. Can’t even think.”
“Good. You shouldn’t be thinking when you’re fucking.”
He huffs out a chuckle, and I yank him farther into me.
“More.” I stare deep into his gorgeous eyes. “Fuck me up, baby.”
“Jesus Christ, you’ll be the death of me.”
I laugh, the sound ending in a moan, because he keeps hitting that spot again and again.
Goddamn it.
