He kissed harder, swallowing her moan, lifting her shirt over her head.Her skin glowed, nipples dark through her bra.He tugged it down, mouth on her breast, hardening against his tongue.She whimpered, arching.Her nails raked his back, stinging, his cock throbbing even more in response.
“More,” she demanded.
He pulled back to look at her.Her eyes traced his tattoos, lingered on his bandage, then his bulge.He unbuttoned her jeans, tugging them off, her scent hitting him.Warm, sharp, hers.He spread her thighs, dropping between them.
“You deserve this,” he said, breath hot.
Her mouth opened, but his tongue on her clit silenced her.He licked slow, but firm.
She gasped, broken.“Sergei—”
“Look at me while I eat your pussy.”
Her eyes met his, shaking, hands scrabbling.He sucked her clit, flicking, thrusting into her entrance, nose tight to her clit.He moaned causing her to jolt in response.
“Fuck, you taste like sin.Like mine.”
He locked his hands around her thighs, holding her open, lashing her clit ruthlessly.“I want you to come for me.”
She grabbed his hair, grinding, his fingers curling deep inside.
“Rough or deeper?”he asked.
“Deeper,” she choked.
He gave both, fingers fucking hard, mouth relentless.Her pussy’s squelch filled the room, obscene, perfect.“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
The words were barely out before Keisha shattered, screaming hoarse, pulsing around his fingers.Her thighs clamped his head, back arched, flooding his hand.He licked through aftershocks until she begged him to stop.
He rose, licking her from his lips, kissing her lips, jaw, neck.“Now you’re mine,” he whispered.
She trembled.He brushed his cock against her slit, teasing her clit.
“You want me inside?Say it.”
“Yes.Please.I need it.I need you.”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes locked his.“Sergei.I want you to fuck me.”
He pushed in slow, watching her flush, stretch.“Oh—shit—” she gasped.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted, bottoming out.
Her nails bit his arms, legs wrapping his waist.He pulled out, slammed back.“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped.“Yours.”
He thrust harder.“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Sergei.All yours.”
His rhythm brutal, deep, skin slapping.He circled her clit.“Give me another.Squeeze me tight.”
Her thighs trembled, breath broke, until she snapped, coming loud, back arched.He thrust faster, teeth gritted.
“Yes.That’s it.Gonna fill you up.”
