“Dirty girl. Tell me you’re my slut.” His grip on my throat tightens. Two fingers ease inside of me. “Say the words and I’ll give you what you want.”
“What… do I want?”
He strokes his fingers in, palm brushing my clit. Eager, electric pangs of bliss hit my core with each movement.
“You want my big cock to fill you to the brim until you come so hard you can’t think straight. You want to choke, gag, moan, scream, and beg until I cover your pretty tits with my cum. You want to lose yourself, baby, and I want to take you until you’re mine.”
“When you put it that way?—“
He bites my lip hard. I yelp at the pain.
“No more jokes.” His eyes are hard. His fingers grind in deep, rougher now. “Say it, Nika.”
“Gabe, fuck.”
“Say you’re my dirty girl. Say you’re my filthy slut.”
“I’m… fuck… I’m…”
“Say it.” He kisses me hard, fingers blasting deep, and I gasp out the words.
“I’m your dirty girl! Oh fuck Gabe, I’m your filthy slut!”
“Fuck,” he says, eyes glassy with desire. “God damn you’re so pretty when you get wet all over my palm.” He pulls his fingers out, making me whine for more, but he shoves them soaking into my mouth as he turns me around. I suck them eagerly, let him yank down my jeans, watch as he does the same to himself, and arch happily against his swollen tip as he pushes it into my entrance.
The sensation of him stretching me wide never gets old. God, it’s so good, and now the pain’s gone. I’m used to him, which sends a thrill down my spine. He broke me in. He fucked me until I was shaped for his dick.
He plunges in deep, gripping my hair, tugging hard. Sun glimmers off my skin as his thumb rolls around my asshole.
“Oh, shit, Gabe?—“
He sucks the thumb, then pushes it inside.
“Another hole for me to fuck,” he says, stroking into my pussy with his massive cock. I gasp, whining, the pressure of his thumb in my ass driving the pleasure in my core to a new level. It’s dirty, it’s new, and it feels so good. “Another piece of you all to myself.”
He drives in hard, grinding and fucking, and I let myself go. I lose myself in the pleasure of him filling me and using my body.This is what I need, the way he fucks me, the way he thrusts into me, the needy moans he makes, the groans that escape his lips, like I’m too much for him to handle. The way I make him feel good only drives me wild.
His thumb presses deeper. His thrusts get more insistent. “Look at you, little slut, taking me in your ass, in your pussy, god damnit baby, I’m going to fucking come. I need you to break for me first, please, baby, now I’m the one begging.”
“Oh my god I love that,” I gasp, looking over my shoulder, my hands pressed against the rough stone. “Beg, Gabe.”
“Baby please, come for me. Come before I fill you to the fucking brim. I need it baby,please.”
Damn it, this gorgeous man, big and beautiful and strong, pleading with me pulls all my triggers. I come like I’m going to fall apart and he slips his thumb in further, fills me with his cock like he can’t help himself, and I feel his warmth spill out around his shaft as he finishes inside. I whimper, bucking, losing control and falling over, until he turns me around again and slaps his body to mine, kissing me hungrily.
I’m dazed. His cum drips down my thigh. I wipe it up and put it in my mouth, tasting it. “Not bad.”
“Fuck. You’re too much.” His forehead presses to mine. “Where’d you come from?”
“Nowhere, that’s the best part.” I kiss him, and revel in the fact that he’s tasting himself on my tongue. Not that he minds one bit.
We dress at our leisure, lazy in the afternoon sun. I find that I don’t care if anyone saw or heard what we did. How couldit matter? So what if I want to fuck my gloriously handsome husband? I feel like it would be a stupid waste not to constantly crave the feeling of his cock spreading me to pieces.
I end up lying in the grass, head in his lap, journal propped on my chest. He strokes my hair as I read him entries, going slow, struggling over the Russian translations in places. He laughs at my father’s aggression, his ugly, naked ruthlessness, and for once I feel like some of the edges of my past get sanded down.
“Now I understand you a little bit better, princess,” he says, bending down to kiss me. “With a father like that?—“
“What was your family like?”
