I throw back my head and spread my legs wider. “Please,” is the only word I manage to speak between the aspirated breaths. “I need you to fuck me.”
Oh, how the tables have turned.
I never thought I’d beg for Nikolai for anything. Ever. Especially not…this.
I’ve given him the perfect opportunity to gloat, but he doesn’t take it. I see him register the words on his face, but his eyes remain serious, focused on the task at hand.
The jingling of his belt brings me back to the present moment.
I bring my head up and watch him remove his pants. His cock springs out, full mast. I can’t help but extend my hand, reaching for it.
This time, he lets me wrap my hand around his length, shuffling closer to me so I don’t have to reach.
He’s so big that it requires more than two hands, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone share. I use both hands as best I can, massaging my palms up and down his length. Precum already buds from the tip, so I bring my head down and lick it off.
He growls, bringing his dick closer to my face.
That’s when I take him into my mouth.
He chokes out a moan and starts pumping himself in and out.
I do my best to open my throat, to welcome as much of him in as possible, but there’s simply too much. I end up gagging. And somehow, I’m still loving it.
He moans again. “That’s it,lapochka moya.I like hearing you choke on my cock.”
I want to bring more of him in, but my mouth simply can’t accommodate it. He’s too fucking huge.
I suck one last time, then pop it out of my mouth. “I need you inside of me. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”
A wicked expression crosses his face. “If you insist.”
Gently, he lays me back down on the bed.
“From behind.”
“Nyet,”he says, his palm pressed to my chest. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you.”
My legs turn to jelly.
I spread them apart and he lines himself up with my entrance.
Then, he thrusts in.
I moan immediately and part around him even more.
No wonder he got me pregnant after we had sex just once, with a cock like that. As he finds a rhythm, I can practically feel him against my womb, almost nudging our baby.
It hurts that he’s this deep inside, but the pleasure overrides it.
I arch my back, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible.
One of Nikolai’s tattooed arms comes to rest beside me, holding himself up. The other hooks around my hip formomentum as he thrusts. Bringing his lips down to my mouth, he plants a warm kiss on my lips that makes me even wetter.
I let go, allowing myself to mold into his body. It doesn’t feel like we’re rushing to chase our own climaxes this time. Instead, it feels like we’re enjoying the experience of being connected.
Him inside of me.
Me around him.
