Page 40 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

She bites her lip. “I’m not on birth control.”

“I’ll pull out. Like last time.”

A thought flashes in my mind, her belly round with my child. Possessive heat surges through me so violently that I almost growl. I don’t know where it comes from. I’ve never wanted that with anyone.

I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. “Can I fuck you now?”

She stares at me for one long heartbeat. Then. “Yes.”

That’s all I need.

I thrust in, hard, deep, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke, her tight heat gripping me like a fist.

We both groan at the same time, low and ragged, eyes dropping to where we’re connected: my cock buried to the hilt in her slick, swollen pussy, her lips stretched wide around me. It’s fucking magical. The sight alone nearly undoes me.

I pull out slowly, watching every inch slide free, glistening with her wetness, and then slam back in. Hard. Deep.

She cries out my name, nails raking down my back. Her head snaps back against the door with a thud.

I slam in again, and a broken moan tears from her throat. Her hands fly to her breasts, cupping them, pushing them together like an offering.

I yank her blouse up over her tits, drag the cups of her bra down. Her nipples are hard, pink, begging. I lean in and take one between my teeth, biting just enough to make her gasp, then suck hard, tongue flicking the tip.

She bucks against me, nails scraping my shoulders. “Leonid—”

“Play with them,” I growl against her skin. “Pinch your nipples.”

She obeys instantly, fingers rolling her peaks, tugging, whimpering as I slam into her again. I slide a hand between us, find her clit, and rub tight circles while I fuck her. Deep, punishing strokes that make the door rattle.

“Faster,” she begs, voice cracking. “Please—faster—”

I give her exactly what she wants.

My hips snap harder, faster, driving into her with brutal rhythm. She’s crying out my name now, over and over. Her walls flutter around me, clenching, milking.

She comes hard—screaming my name, body convulsing, pussy spasming so tight I almost lose it right there. The sound is pure melody, mine.

I don’t let her come down. I lift her off the floor in one motion. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, arms locking around my neck. She’s trembling, still pulsing around my cock.

“Bedroom,” I rasp against her throat.

She points with a shaky hand. “End of the hall.”

I kick the bedroom door open, cross to the bed, and set her down on the edge.

We strip fast, frantic, messy. Her dress hits the floor. My shirt, trousers, and briefs follow.

“On the bed,” I order. “All fours.”

She scrambles to obey, kneeling, ass up, thighs spread. Her pussy glistens. pink, swollen, dripping. Perfect.

I step behind her. Slide two fingers along her slit, collecting her wetness, then drag them up, circling her tight back entrance. She jerks, gasping.

“Play with yourself,” I growl.

She reaches between her legs immediately, fingers circling her clit in frantic little strokes.

I line myself up and thrust back in, deep, hard, bottoming out in one stroke.