“Who fucks you like this?”
“You, Sergei, it’s always you.” Her words spill raw and fast. “No one else. You’re the only one.”
“That’s right.” I ease her down so her feet touch the floor, but I keep my cock buried. I bend her at the waist, face pressed to the glass, ass out, water streaming down her spine. I grab both her wrists, pinning them over her head, and thrust from behind. Her tits flatten against the glass, her mouth open in a silent cry. I fuck her relentlessly, rough and precise, while murmuring into her ear. “You’re dripping down your thighs. I feel it. You love getting fucked like this. You love being stuffed full.”
“I love it,” she whispers, voice shaking. “Everything you do to me. More.”
“You’ll get more,” I promise. I release one wrist, slide my hand down her belly and between her legs, rubbing tight circles on her clit again. Her body jolts. “I want another. Right now.”
She nods frantically, pressing her forehead to the glass, biting her lip as my cock slams into her. I feel her clench again, smallerpulses building fast. “Look at yourself,” I order. “Watch this pussy get owned.” She opens her eyes, sees her reflection—the flushed cheeks, the fogged panel, the way my body cages hers.
“Sergei,” she moans. “Sergei, please. Let me?—”
“Come,” I command, not stopping the thrusts or the circles on her clit. “Now.”
She shudders, a soft cry escaping as the orgasm rushes through her. Her legs shake so hard her knees almost give out. I hold her up, fucking her through it, watching the way her pussy keeps trying to milk me. The sight pushes me to the edge. Heat builds at the base of my spine, climbs through my gut.
“I’m going to fill you,” I growl, thrusts turning heavy and deep. “And you’re going to hold every drop.” I wrap my arm under her to lift her slightly, ensuring I can drive as deep as possible.
“Yes,” she moans, eyes meeting mine in the reflection. “Please. Give it to me.”
That plea snaps whatever control I have left. I slam into her a few more times, all the way to the hilt, and the climax detonates. “Fuck.” My cock pulses hard, spurting hot cum deep inside her. I grind, nudging my head against her cervix while the thick release pours out of me. Heat floods her, over and over. I hold her there, nose at her neck, breath ragged. She moans softly, squeezing with every pulse, taking it all.
When the last shudder passes, I keep her pinned to the glass, my cock still inside, my cum sealed in her. We stand in the shower’s roar, breathing slower. My hand strokes up and down her spine. Water trails over her curves. Neither of us moves.
“You stay filled until I say otherwise,” I murmur against her ear.
She nods, grinning lazily. “Yes, Pakhan.”
I finally pull out, watch my cum spill down her thighs, mixing with water. I turn her around and kiss her, slow and claiming, my hands cupping her face. “You did perfect,” I whisper. “Stay right here. I’m not done with you tonight.”
25
RAINA
Sergei finally moves away from the glass, his cum dripping down my thighs, mixing with the shower water. He holds my face, eyes serious, unreadable, then kisses me slow and deep. His hand closes around mine. “Not done with you yet,” he says, and I feel the hunger rising again, sharp and low. I nod and follow him.
He kills the water, grabs a towel, but doesn’t bother drying either of us. He just drags me out of the shower, wet feet slapping the floor, until we cross the marble and spill onto the bedroom rug. He’s hard again already. One look at him—silver hair damp, muscles wet and tensed, heady eyes—and my body answers. I want him everywhere, in every way.
We fall onto the bed, bodies still slick. He pins me to the silk sheets, kissing me like he wants to bruise my mouth. My legs open around him, toes curling into the fabric. His hand slides up my inner thigh, presses his thumb at my entrance, shoves two fingers inside, slow and deep, making me gasp.
“Still so fucking wet,” he says, low and pleased. “Who made you that wet, Raina?”
“You did,” I breathe, arching as he curls his fingers.
“And no one else ever will,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers out so I feel empty. “Hands and knees.”
I roll over without hesitating, palms flat against the sheets, knees dug into the mattress. He is behind me instantly. His hands slide up my back, trace my spine, then push my shoulders down until my face sinks into the pillows. I stay with my back curved, ass high. He doesn’t make me wait. He thrusts in with a filthy grunt, filling me to the hilt.
He grips my hips, holding them steady, and starts slow, grinding deep, making sure I feel every inch. His cock drags along my walls, still sensitive from the shower. I moan, voice muffled by the pillow. “Sergei… fuck.”
“That’s it,” he says, gripping tighter, picking up pace. “You wanna come like this?”
“Yes.”
“What do you say?”
“Please,” I gasp, pressing back onto him. “Please, fuck me.”
