“Me?” I gasp, bracing on one elbow. “I can see how hard you are from here and we haven’t—ahh!”
Two fingers become three with his thumb pressing firmly against my clit and words become a thing of the past. He pumps his fingers inside me so quickly that sensation becomes a blur. With his thumb massaging my clit in circles, then back and forth, then forward and back and I can’t keep up. I can’t keep track of what he’s doing and pleasure builds like a tight knot in my lower abdomen. Heat wells, I tip my head back against the pillow and sink into the sheets with a cry.
I come all over his fingers half a second later but he doesn’t stop. His fingers continue to fuck into me at an erotically blinding speed and I’m caught between the tremors and spasms of my orgasm, and the twisting warmth rising already inside me.
It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
“Wait—” I gasp, reaching down between my legs to grasp his wrist but he grips my arm and pins it above my head, leaning over me while his fingers continue to rapidly fuck me.
“If you’re going to tell me to stop,” Ruslan grunts, his eyes like liquid pools of ink. “Then you'd better mean it because I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.”
I don’t want him to stop and it’s clear that he’s not going to let me catch my breath.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice trembling from the rapid surge of pleasure inside me. “D-Don’t stop!”
“I don’t plan to.” His mouth collides with mine and he moves over me until he’s beside me on the bed, able to kiss me more easily while his fingers work magic between my legs.
My second orgasm crashes through me so quickly that my entire body feels like it’s on fire, flames spreading from my core to all my limbs until my fingers and toes tingle with sensation. I fight to catch my breath, but he doesn’t give me a moment to do even that.
Ruslan flips me onto my stomach, pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees, and then thrusts his cock inside me without a word of warning.
I don’t even remember him removing his jeans.
His thick, long length spears deeper into me than his fingers could ever reach, and the warmth of the stretch combined with the sudden weight inside me draws a long, breathless moan from the depths of my chest. I claw at the sheets, turning my head to the side so I can breathe. Then I try to push myself up onto my hands.
Ruslan places his palm between my shoulder blades and keeps me down, my back bent and my hips high in the air.
Then he starts to fuck me. And he doesn’t stop. His hips move like a piston, pounding into me with speed and power I could only dream of. He fucks like a man possessed, like every slam of his hips against mine is leaving some kind of message against me. A promise to fuck me hard, to fuck me good.
I’m drunk on him. My mouth hangs open for air, the heat of lust burns me from the inside as sweat breaks out across my skin, and my core tightens like the curl of a fist. I’m too sensitive after two orgasms, but Ruslan’s fucked me right toward a third and I can barely process how quickly my body is adapting to his touches.
His free hand caresses my lower back, down to my hips and across my ass, then back up to my waist like he’s mapping out my body and storing it in his mind. The room fills with the sharp slap of skin against skin and the slick sounds of his cock slamming into my pussy. The backs of my thighs tingle from each collision with his own, and from this angle, his cock brushes deep on that bundle of nerves inside me that brings stars to my eyes.
I can’t.
It’s too much.
I’m burning up from the inside and my core’s clenching so hard that it’s teetering on painful. I don’t have another orgasm in me so soon.
But Ruslan finds it. Eventually, both his hands move to my hips and he grips on, jerking me back into his rampant thrusts that grow faster and faster. My eyes roll, my body burns up under his touch and my pussy clenches hard around his pounding cock.
I come with a strangled cry, clawing at his sheets and throwing my head back as if it will help. The pleasure is overwhelming. My pussy pulses rapidly as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, caressing me from head to toe in tingles and ripples of utter ecstasy. His cock slows a fraction, and his iron grip on my hips becomes almost like the caress of a lover.
As I’m twitching and moaning from my orgasm, Ruslan drapes himself over me like a blanket and I moan as the heat from his body is almost smothering.
“Ivy?”
“Mmm?” I grunt.
“Tell me how you feel.”
“So… so good,” I gasp as my pussy clamps down on his cock once more.
“Hmm. You can still talk. Do you know what that means?”
I slowly open my eyes. “No?”
“It means I didn’t fuck you hard enough.”
