“Feel good?” I ask, breathless. “Tell me it feels good.”
He shakes his head, and my heart drops and spills on the mattress. “It’s more than good, baby. I can’t take this anymore.”
His hands clamp around my waist, and in one fluid motion, he flips us, never pulling out. My back thuds against the mattress, a groan tearing from me as he looms above, sweat darkening his hair and running down his temples.
“I have to fuck you properly, touch you properly, experience you properly.” His hips jerk as he moves with shallow thrusts. “You feel your tight little hole clenching around my cock as if it was made for me?”
“Mmmfuck, Yuli…shit, harder.”
“Harder?” He lets out a low grunt, pushing into me with more force. “Want me to break your ass, baby?”
“Thought you’ve wanted me for so long.” I wrap an arm around his back, my fingers digging into his muscles. “Show me how much.”
A growl slips from his lips as he thrusts so deep, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I think I feel him in my stomach.
Why do Ilovefeeling him in my stomach?
He does it again, burying himself so deep, the unhinged passionate violence hits me in a spot that electrifies me.
I’m kind of coming all over my abs, my cock bobbing and throbbing, hitting my abs with each of his thrusts.
“More…” I breathe out.
“More?”
“Please…more…”
“Fuck, baby, you can’t get enough of me?”
“No, I can’t…” I confess, my voice catching at the end.
And that drives him feral as he pounds me with so much intensity, it leaves me breathless.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he says between thrusts, one of his hands yanking at my hair. “I’ve wanted a taste of you so badly that I fucked your girlfriend just to feel you inside her, baby. Everything you watched on that video was me recreating you instead of her, just picturing you bending over for me and taking my cock made me come so many fucking times.”
“You’re sick,” I whisper even as I dig my fingers into him deeper, coming in increments as he fucks me the hell up.
Literally.
Figuratively.
I don’t tell Yulian this, but I’ve been fucking obsessing over him since I saw that video.
It’s only now that I realize my inexplicable rage was never because he slept with my girlfriend. It was because I couldn’t stand the idea of him with someone else.
Stillcan’t.
If anyone comes near him, I’ll burn them alive.
“If I’m sick and you’re still so fucking hard for me, what does that make you, Mishka?”
I open my mouth, but he places a hand under my back and lifts me up so that I’m sitting on his lap as he drives into me from beneath.
“Don’t answer that,” he blurts the words beforecrushing his mouth to mine, kissing me with the same brutal intensity as his thrusts, until sparks burst behind my eyelids.
My fingers claw into his back, my nails raking his skin, but he doesn’t flinch and keeps going with relentless fury.
