His palm comes down hard across my ass, and I jerk from the sting, a sharp cry leaving my lungs.
He fists my hair, his mouth dipping to my ear. “You can take it.”
He yanks my head back, just enough for his eyes to fix on mine. Then two fingers slam inside me until I scream.
“Kirill!”
“That’s it, detka. Krichi.”
He pumps into me, stretching me, his gaze drinking in every second of my pleasure. Like part of him wants to hurt me and ruin me all at once. When he slides in another finger, my walls tighten around him.
“Oh God!”
His thumb strokes my clit in a rough rhythm, the tension inside me building, the pressure tightening low in my body until it’s impossible to hold back, the need taking over until I’m hanging on by the thinnest thread.
Just as I’m about to come, he spins me, grabbing my hips, and lifts me off the ground. My legs wind around him as he walks us to the lifting bench. He lies across it, throwing me over his face until my pussy is flat against his mouth.
I barely have time to process before he sucks my clit, his tongue rolling over it while his hands grip my ass with possessive hunger. My eyes roll back, and I grab the barbell, holding on for dear life.
“Yes, yes, just like that.” I work my hips over him, wanting him deeper.
A low, gritty laugh rumbles from his chest, the sound rolling through me while he sucks harder, his teeth lightly nibbling on my center. And when his tongue flicks over me this time, I cry out, unable to handle any more, my release crashing through me until it ebbs and flows in pulsing waves.
But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he only takes more until I’m languid and weak, practically collapsing against the barbell, my body trembling with the aftershocks still rolling through me. He presses a kiss to the inside of each thigh, a low grunt leaving him as his teeth graze along the sensitive skin.
“You always taste so good, solnishko.”
Then he slides me down until I’m straddling him, seated over the hard length pressing against his sweats. My hips start to move on their own, grinding against him, and the moment the friction builds, he mutters a sharp curse in Russian.
“What are you doing?” He grabs my hips, holding me still.
“I want to make you feel good too.” My hand drops to his hard-on, fingers tightening around the crown.
“Sloane.” That one word rumbles through his chest, his nostrils flaring as his fingers tighten around my hips.
“I’ve never…you know…done that for a man before. But I want to with you.”
A lazy smirk appears. “You want to suck my cock?”
My stomach knots from the vulgarity, and I nod.
“Then I need you to say it. Tell me what you want.”
It’s as though something’s suddenly caught in my throat. I’m not the kind of girl who talks like that…but maybe I want to be.
“Come on.” His smirk sends warmth rushing through me. “Be my good girl and tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I…” My throat tightens.
God, can I actually say that out loud?
His fingers move over my thighs, warm, patient, undoing me little by little. “You what, detka? Skaji mne.”
“I…” My breath catches. “I want to…feel your…your cock in my mouth.”
The words come out soft, almost swallowed by the air between us, but the effect on him is instant. A low growl rips out of his chest as his hand slides to the back of my head and he drags me into a brutal kiss, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that steals every remaining trace of shyness from me. His teeth catch my bottom lip before his tongue pushes past, deep and demanding, and he kisses me like he means to take everything I have to give.
“Kirill,” I moan when he finally pulls back, my chest rising and falling as I stare at him—at this beautiful, dangerous man who wantsmewhen he can have anyone he wants.
