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“You have no fucking idea.”

Without removing my cock from her, I lifted her legs, crossing them over and flipping her onto her stomach.

She reacted quickly, pulling up to an all-fours position and giving me a view that almost sent me off the edge.

Her ass fanned into the perfect peach, her butthole winked at me, and it took every bit of restraint not to sink a finger into the puckered surface.

She was still new to this, there would be more time to explore other things, but now, I only had the intention of enjoying the way she milked my cock dry and making the moment last for as long as….

Then I made the mistake of looking down to the point my dick entered her and I swear I saw stars erupt behind my eyes.

My balls tightened and my cock hardened. I tried to think of anything to make me last longer, but nothing could trump her arched back, nice ass and the way her pink cunt stretched to accommodate my cock with every thrust.

I was covered to the hilt with her juices, some of it dripping down her thighs.

It was a losing battle and my only chance of winning was making sure she came with me. I lowered a bit, reaching around to find her clit.

Genevieve let out a moan, slightly parting her legs when I found the sensitive nub. I settled into a tempo, rubbing and fucking till her juices coated my hand until the only sounds in the room were the wetness of her pussy with every thrust and her moans.

I held back, counting back from ten to one till I felt her walls grow impossibly tighter around me.

“Kazimir…” she choked out. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna… oh god… oh god…. Kazimir!”

Her walls gave one last squeeze before collapsing into an erratic rhythm of tightness and quivers.

I joined immediately, my cum erupting with so much force I had to dig my palms into her ass to keep from launching forward.

My vision went black for a second and I felt her milk every inch of me down to my fucking toes.

I emptied into her like a squeezed bottle, and my cock didn’t stop pulsing till I was completely spent and damn near close to passing out.

“You’re mine, Genevieve. Fucking mine, and I’ll be damned if I give that up.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Genevieve

Waking up to Kazimir’s head in between my thighs had knocked off the smell of pancakes and waffles as the best way to wake up.

I stirred, fighting for my consciousness between the heavy fog of dawn and lust clouding my senses.

“Good morning, baby.”

My lips tilted. I loved when he used endearments.

A moan stole my response when his tongue dragged to my clit and flicked. My back arched into the bed.

I was still sore from the night before. I was damn close to passing out, but Kazimir had somehow mustered the strength for a second round when we went to clean off in the bathroom. I couldn’t understand how he still had the strength, or should I say, appetite for another session.

But I wasn’t complaining, though. If there was one thing I’d learned, it was that Kazimir had more power over my body than I did, and a particularly traitorous organ would gladly betray me in favour of his sinful coaxing.

The dull ache was slowly replaced by a light thrum of pleasure and before I knew it, a fire was lit beneath my skin and my entire body shook from the intensity.

“Kazimir…” I breathed, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair.

I was surprised he still had a full head of hair with how much I pulled at it, and even more shocked my lips hadn’t permanently adjusted to the shape it took to say his name with how many times I’d screamed it in the last twelve hours.

My orgasm grew fast, building like a soft wave till it shifted into something stronger, forcing my hips right off the bed.