She gasped when I pushed in slowly. One finger first, carefully, letting her feel the stretch and fullness. Zoya was impossibly tight, walls fluttering around me like they were scared and greedy all at once. I curled the finger, stroked that spot inside, and kept my tongue working her clit in steady circles.
“That’s it,” I growled against her pussy. “Let me open this little virgin cunt for my cock.”
I added a second finger, easing in slowly, pumping gently while my tongue flicked faster. No rush. Just building her until her thighs shook and her breath came in short, desperate pants. She clutched my hair, hips rocking against my face, chasing more.
“Dmitry—” Her voice cracked on my name.
I needed her to get off for me again… just like this. I was a needy fucker. “Come for me,” I ordered, voice rough and low. “Come on my tongue and fingers. Let me taste how hard you fall apart.”
She shattered. Her pussy clenched around my fingers in tight, pulsing waves as wetness flooded my hand and mouth. Zoya cried out again, thighs clamping my head, body shaking as if the orgasm was tearing her open.
I didn’t stop right away, just licked softer, and drew every tremor out until she whimpered and pushed weakly at my head.
I rose over her, chin slick with her, and grabbed my cock, gripping the thick base and stroking myself as I stared down at her.
My cock was big and veined, dripping at the tip. I palmed it three times before stroking slowly, watching her eyes widen with nerves and want. She looked a little scared.
Good. She should feel the weight of this moment. I wanted that. But she didn’t pull away.
I cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. Something fierce and possessive locked in my chest. I settled between her thighs, lined up my cock head with her pussy hole, nudging her entrance, hot and blunt against all that slick heat.
“Breathe,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
I pushed just the tip in, and she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. I knew the stretch was brutal for her tight little pussy. She was almost too tight squeezing around my dick, but I held still, letting her adjust. “Look at me.”
Her gaze met mine, all wide and trusting.
“Relax for me, Zoya. Let me in.”
She exhaled shakily, and I rocked forward inch by inch. The discomfort showed on her face, but I kept my thumb on her clit, circling slowly to mix the ache with pleasure.
I’d never been so gentle in my fucking life, but with Zoya I wanted to give her all she deserved. I let her know with my words, touch, and actions that she could trust me above all else.
Halfway in, I stopped again, giving her time, stroking her until her hips started moving on their own.
“Fuck… you’re gripping me so tight,” I groaned, voice strained. “Made for my cock.”
Deeper. Another inch. Then all the way until I was buried to the hilt, balls pressed against her. I stilled, letting her feel every thick inch throbbing inside as I heaved.
“Are you okay?” I asked, voice hoarse.
She nodded, and I leaned down and kissed her, stroking her with my lips and tongue as I worked my cock in and out of her.
I pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in carefully. Letting her feel every drag. The tightness eased into slick heat, and I picked up speed, hands sliding beneath her so I could grip her ass and really get in deep.
The cot creaked under us, and wet slaps filled the room. I fucked her harder, a controlled, ruthless claiming that I couldn’t stop from doing. Every inch of her felt as though she were mine forever.
I kept my thumb on her clit, rubbing firm circles.
“Come on my cock,” I growled. “I want to feel this virgin pussy milk me when I fill you.”
Zoya came apart… harder than before. Her pussy pulsed around me in tight waves, squeezing like a fist. She gasped out my name, her body shaking.
I followed right after, slamming deep, my cock throbbing as I came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum inside her. Even though I was lodged deep in her tight body, my seed leaked out, dripping from where we were connected and down her thighs.
We stayed locked together, both of us panting. My arms banded around her like steel, and I buried my face at her neck, breathing her in. After a long minute, I eased out slowly and rolled us so she was curled against my chest on the cot. I pulled the blanket over us, splayed my hand wide over her stomach, and knew how possessive that was, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.
“You good, malyshka?” She didn’t answer right away; her breathing quick and hard against my chest.
