Chapter 14
I love it.
He groans when I lick him clean, and I moan right back when I feel his hot, hard length slide over my core and tease my clit. We pull apart just enough to look each other in the eyes–and it’s almost like he’s asking me for permission.
I bite my lip. And nod.
This time, he swallows my cry of pleasure and I’m glad because I swear, this man is going to make me scream. He’s spreading me open, pushing me to new fullness I have never felt. His cock is surging and pulsing and pushing… pushing… oh, God…
“That’s it, moya plamya, my little flame,” he growls in my ear. “Let me hear you sing. Let the whole fucking world hear you sing.”
Pasha wraps his arms around me and lifts me up. Up, up, until our chests rub and slide against each other and gravity helps him bottom out inside me with every. Single. Solid. Thrust.
I can’t… I’m not…
It’s too much…
I want so much more.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so completely filled. So stretched open to my absolute limits.
So completely and utterly fucked.
The table creaks and groans beneath us, battering against the far wall in time with his thrusting. His
hands grab my ass and spear me on him over and over again.
Moans turn into grunts and grunts turn into cries of deep pleasure. The cries turn into sobs as that sweet release builds and builds until I don’t think I can hold back anymore.
“Come for me,” Pasha orders between kisses on my shoulder. “I want to feel you come.”
That’s all I need.
He sheaths himself inside me right when that second bubble breaks and I’m flying, shattering, screaming his name over and over. My hips want to ride him and push him off but he’s holding me there, filling me with him, and it makes me grind even harder on him.
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Pasha groans. He’s panting as hard as I am.
But the moment I calm down from that toe curling orgasm? He’s pulling out, flipping me over, and smacking my ass. “I’m not done with you yet, moya plamya.”
Oh, fuck… I’m pretty sure I just came a little again.
I hear him chuckle and yup, I did. I can feel the evidence trickle down my thighs. Pasha rubs his hands. between my legs and caresses my thighs open wider. Takes his time kneading my ass like he’s inspecting me. I don’t know if I’m ready for him to go there yet, but I don’t know if I’d refuse him, either.
I feel him line back up right where I want him to be; I breathe a sigh of relief. He chuckles and gives my ass a loving squeeze.
“Don’t worry, beautiful.” Pasha swallows back a grunt when he starts pushing back inside me. “I’ll give you plenty of preparation before taking you here.”
He thumbs me there when he says it. Not hard, not deep, more of a caress right outside the rim. It’s enough to make me squeal with pleasure and feel him slide into me even more.
“Fuck, baby…” He leans over me and kisses a fiery path up my spine. “You feel so fucking good…”
He’s stroking my ego almost as much as his shaft is stroking my inner walls. I push up onto my elbows and arch my hips up more. I’m not just going to lie here and take it–I’m going to give him exactly what he
wants.
What we both want.
Pasha smacks my ass again, this time with a deep growl of appreciation. It spurs me on and I ride him, grind on him, throw my hips back to take him deeper on every solid thrust of his thick cock. Now, he’s snarling my name as much as I’m crying out his.
“Daphne…”
I shudder. Lean back into him.
I’m so fucking close.
One hand squeezes my breast. The other hand slides down my body to press right over my womb.
Something about that makes every fiber of my senses snap.
I feel him pouring heat deep inside me at the same time I shudder even harder, sob even louder, chant his name like a mantra on my trembling lips. Pasha holds me tight to him and grunts over and over, working himself into me deeper and deeper with slow, solid, punctuating thrusts that push that liquid heat exactly where he wants it to go.
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I can’t feel my legs. Or my fingers.
Or my toes.
All I can feel are his kisses fluttering along my shoulders. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him, preventing me from falling to the ground,
All I can hear is my name breathed through his own panting gasps, paired with whispers in Russian that I can’t interpret but that feel like something
close to a prayer,
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