“Is this what you imagined?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me and cupping my tits.
“Yes,” I almost scream. I rip the curtains apart in each hand, holding onto the edges as he fucks me like a beast.
“You wanted to see how wild you could make me?” He demands as I bend forward, trying to get the angle my body knows it needs. “Ah,” he says. “You didn’t just want to make me wild. You wanted the whole world to see me claim you.”
“Yes,” I say again, but it’s more of a plea this time. Because it’s true. I want the whole world to know that Rovin Mostovoi is mine and only mine. And I’m his.
“Picture it,” he grunts, “The stage, the people, all watching while I fuck you full right in front of them, showing them all who owns you.”
On a moan, I reach between my thighs and find his balls, emptied only moments ago. They are tight and heavy in my hand.
“You think I can’t fill you again? You think I don’t have it in me to fuck you so full of my cum it’ll take?”
“I know you can,” I manage between his thrusts as I bring my hand back to the curtain and hold on for all that is holy. “Show me, Rovin,” I beg. “Fuck me full of you.”
His rhythm picks up and he drops one hand from my tits to my pussy, pressing it against my mound, his fingers searching and finding my clit as I use the curtains for leverage, pulling myself off his cock in time with his thrusts.
"Yes," I breathe. "Just like this. I have wanted this for so long."
My body tightens around him, and he growls, picking up speed.
I shatter around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me. He follows moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a low groan that sends fresh shivers down my spine.
Rovin
I move us carefully back to the bed, both of us on shaky legs and pull her against me. My hand finds its way between her thighs and holds her there, cupping her quivering, spent pussy because I own it now. Every part of her is mine.
When our breathing calms down, I say, “I did see you at the Gala in June. And every event before and after.”
She turns her head to me, a look of confusion on her face.
“Your father and I had business, and out of respect for that, I didn’t approach you. But I definitely saw you, Claudia. And you looked amazing in that green dress.” I drop a kiss to her shoulder, taste the salt there. “Had I known how you felt, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
My cock stirs, and I take a deep breath in a bid to maintain some kind of control. I’ve never been one to go back-to-back, usually I’m satisfied enough to not bother again for a week or so… but with Claudia… she has awoken something in me that feels desperately insatiable. Filling her over and over feels like it has become my life’s mission. The orgasms are a thousand times stronger than I’ve ever experienced, and yet I can’t get enough.
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I ask, gently stroking her pussy now.
She offers a light shrug. “I’d heard the rumors about how you hadn’t taken a wife and I knew there’d have been no shortage ofwomen throwing themselves at you. So I had to figure out a way that I could be what you needed, and I had to know that was something I’d be okay with.”
“Plus,” she goes on, “I was nineteen. I didn’t know if it was just a stupid crush. I realized it was definitely real last June. Who takes stupid risks in public unless they are utterly obsessed? Then when everything fell apart and I moved to a different part of the city, I found an invitation for an auction dinner…it took some digging to find out more information, but once I had it…” she trails off, because the rest I suspect, I know.
“But still. What if I’d have turned out to be a creep or a monster? Well, a worse monster than I already am?”
She turns to me now, giving me time to better position my hand so I can keep massaging and stroking her cunt.
Cupping my face with both hands, she says. “I saw you. I was instantly attracted to you. It felt like part of me knew who you were before anyone ever told me anything. And I knew that whatever you were, I could thrive beside you. I can’t explain it any other way.”
She kisses me then. A hungry, devouring kind of kiss, which only ends when she pulls back and declares she should shower.
“Wait,” I say. “There’s something I want to do first.”
Claudia smiles. “I don’t think I can take your cock again just yet, Rovin. I’m a little sore.”
“I’m not surprised in the slightest,” I admit. “But I don’t want you to ride my cock, I want you to ride my face.”
Her eyes widen, her pupils blow and her mouth opens in a little ‘o’ of surprise.
“You’re sure? I’m full of your cum and my own mess…” she trails off, as though that would put me off.
