I’m not going to last anywhere near as long as I want to inside of her, the first time.
I pull her to the very edge of the counter, and I shove down my jeans and underwear as soon as she gets my zipper down. My cock springs free, leaking from the tip, leaping into her hand. She feels me and looks down sharply, gasping.
“You’re…” Her eyes go even wider, if that was possible. “I… I don’t know if I can…”
“You will.” I run my thumb over her jaw, raising her gaze to mine. “You can take every inch,ptitsa. I know you can. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Her gaze is hazy with lust. “You’re so big,” she whispers, and my cock jumps.
“And you’re going to take all of this big, bare, pierced cock inside that tight little pussy.” I lean in, grazing my lips along her cheek as I reach down to angle myself against her. I should finger her first, open her up, but I can’t wait. I can’t fucking wait any longer. “I told you I’m not a good man,printsessa. And I want all of this cock inside of you.Now.”
She lets out a gasping moan as I notch the swollen head against her. She’s so fucking wet that I slide against her, my pierced tip bumping against her clit. She lets out a small, strangled cry at that, and I know suddenly that I could make her come just like that. I could rub her with the tip of my cock, let her use me like her toy, and make her come.
I’d probably spurt all over her clit if I did. I don’t have the patience for it right now.
I need to see her stretched around my cock. I need her impaled on it. I need to fuck her, and I can’t wait any longer.
When I push the tip inside, she gasps, her back arching and every muscle tensing. She grabs onto the counter with both hands, and I pause, reaching for her wrists. She fights me for only a second, and then lets go as I bring her hands up to my shoulders. “Hang on to me,ptitsa,” I murmur. “Hang on, and don’t let go.”
10
LIESL
Ican’t quite believe this is happening.
I wanted to apologize. I felt so guilty. And then I saw him there, bloody and hurting inside and out, and I wanted to… do something.
It was stupid. Somewhere deep down, I know that. He’s my captor. He killed men tonight. He doesn’t deserve my pity or my help.
And yet… part of me doesn’t believe that.
Still, when I tried to help him, I didn’t think we would end up… here.
I cling to him, just the way he told me, as I feel his hips tilt forward again. The naked, pierced tip of his cock is inside of me. I’ve never fucked anyone without protection, even though I’ve been on birth control since I was old enough to think about starting to have sex. I’m not stupid.
Except when it comes to this man, apparently.
He’s so big. And he’spierced. I’ve never seen anything like him, never touched or fucked a man with anything likethisgoing on. And now…
Spread-eagled on his sink, nails digging into his shoulders, I feel like I can’t breathe as he pushes another inch into me.
I feel one of the bars pierced through his cock slide with him, stretching me. Rubbing against parts of me inside that I swear no one has ever touched before. My head swims with pleasure, with overstimulation. His jaw is tight, and I see a bead of sweat at his hairline, glistening against the blond there.
It’s taking effort for him not to slam himself into me and tear me open. He’s taking this as slowly as he can. His chest heaves as he gives me another inch, another bar. His gaze locks onto mine.
“You’re doing so well,” he breathes. “You’re so good,ptitsa. You feel so good around my cock.” Another inch, another bar. “Look at you, taking all this. That perfect pussy fits my cock just right.”
He groans as he sinks in a little more, and I glance down. He’s only halfway in.
“Good girl.” His hand grips my hip, his fingers digging in. My nails feel like they’re embedded in his skin, like I’m going to draw more blood, but I don’t think he cares. His gaze is focused between my thighs again, locked on where his cock is splitting me open, stretching me around its thickness, and I’ve never felt more exposed or vulnerable in my entire life.
If he touches my clit, I’m going to come. My entire body is a frayed, live wire, ready to go off. I feel like every inch of me is an erogenous zone, like he could touch me anywhere and get me closer to the edge.
Another inch. Another bar. “Just a little more,” he murmurs. “Take it all,printsessa. All this cock, all for you. So good, taking me like this.”
“Please,” I whimper, and I don’t know what I’m begging for… for him to give me time to adjust, or not to stop. He pushes forward again, and I feel another bar… and then his hips, nestling against mine as he buries all of that thick length in me.
I’ve never felt so full. I whimper and squirm against him, my pussy tightening around him, and he lets out a groan that sounds as if it was torn straight from his soul.
