Page 8 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

I felt him all the way, from his thick head parting my folds to the shaft slowly sliding into me. He stopped to occasionally rub my clit and play with my boobs, loosening my tensed muscles and making me wet till he was buried to the hilt.

A sound of satisfaction rumbled in his chest when I took all of him.

I shut my eyes, savouring the feeling of being full. He filled every inch and took up extra space. I’d never felt anything like it. It was the best kind of intrusion. In no time, my body was a live wire, a low thrum of electricity buzzing beneath my skin.

Kazimir pulled back slightly before sinking back in and we both moaned in unison.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will adapt a permanent dent of my dick.”

“Please…” my voice was foreign to my ears. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

As though he could read my mind, Kazimir began moving. Slow, languid strokes that stretched every inch of my walls and coaxed low moans from me.

He took his time, branding himself inside me before he eventually picked a rhythm. His strokes came faster, deeper and my voice accentuated each one.

“Oh my god.”

“Kazimir. I’m the one fucking you, not god.”

A new flood gate of wetness opened between my legs and when his next stroke came with a sharp bite on my nipple, his name tumbled out of my lips like a cry for mercy.

“That’s right,” he growled. “You say my name when I fuck you.”

Gentle thrusts became hard and languid became fast until the world around me vanished and the only thing I could hear was the hoarse sound of my voice and our bodies slapping against each other.

In no time, stars began dotting my vision, the gentle pressure building at the pit of my stomach grew into a giant bomb at the brink of explosion.

Kazimir’s thrusts continued building until I couldn’t feel where my body ended and his begun.

Everything narrowed to the point where his body fused with mine and the sparks exploding from the point.

“I’m gonna… I’m com—” A deep thrust stole the rest of my words and my body beat me to the finish. “Kazimir!”

My orgasm hit like a speedtrain. I felt my body soar off the edge and disintegrate into tiny pieces of sparks.

Kazimir didn’t stop. His strokes were harder, faster, deeper. I felt him in every tiny fragment of my body as I struggled to remain conscious, but intensity won over sheer will and the last thing I remembered was a bright flash of light and teeth sinking into my flesh.

“Thank goodness,” Anna exclaimed the moment I walked through the door. “I was about to send out a search party.”

“And why would you do that?” I kicked off my shoes, pretending to not know what my fussy best friend was talking about.

“You spent the night out and you didn’t drop a text or pick up your calls.” I wasn’t looking at her but I knew her arms were crossed around her chest, hips pushed out to the side and her eyes were narrowed.

I made a beeline for the sofa at the edge of our little living room, intentionally avoiding Anna’s comment and regretted my haste when my ass hitting the chair summoned the deepest ache from my core.

I tried to mask my sharp intake of air with a cough but Anna saw right through it.

“Genevieve Sinclair, where did you spend your night and why are you sitting on one butt cheek?”

I mentally winced at the sound of her voice before giving an answer. “The office.”

Technically, I wasn't lying. I did spend my night at the office and the only reason I didn’t drop a text was I left my bag at the reception and I couldn’t go back for obvious reasons.

“In what world is a receptionist required to work overnight?”

“The one I worked in.”

I wasn’t secretive by any means and shared almost everything with her. She was the first and only person I’d told about my diagnosis and intended to share last night with her, but I was hoping I had some moment to gather my thoughts.