There was no preamble, no working me over and getting me ready. I was already there. I was already primed and ready as he spread my legs, curled his fingers into my inner thighs painfully, and slammed his cock into me so hard that my back slid up the mat.
I had to reach up and over my head to brace my hand on the wall to stop myself from moving anymore.
I closed my eyes.
He made a low and harsh sound. “No, sweetheart. Eyes on me.” A second later, his hand came down and he slapped the top of my pussy, grazing my clit.
I screamed out and snapped my eyes open; that pain and pleasure brought me closer to orgasm already.
“Yeah. You like it when I fuck you like I’m just using you, isn’t that right?” He bottomed out, grinding himself against my clit until I mewled for more.
The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration fell onto my belly, breasts, and neck. And when he reached out and started rubbing those drops into my skin, branding me in that primal way he did, I moaned and silently begged him to fuck me harder.
“My good fucking girl,” he murmured, his focus on my mouth, his lips parted as he panted.
And then his hand was curled around my jaw, adding pressure until I opened for him.
“Fucking wider, baby,” he growled and I readily obeyed.
He leaned in, his gaze trained right on mine, and then he was slowly letting a trail of saliva fall from his tongue and drip into my mouth. Kostya pulled back and stared at what he’d just put in me, groaned, and let another long, thick trail of saliva fall onto my lips.
It was so fucking nasty and hot, and I opened my mouth wider, letting more of his spit drop into me as his thrusts became more frantic.
He slammed his mouth on mine, pushing his tongue past the seam and fucking me there too.
He tunneled his cock in and out of me and thrust his tongue between my lips before retreating. He did this in tandem with what he did between my thighs, over and over again, his sweat dripping on me, his teeth biting.
I was lost in the sensations as I wrapped my arms around him, dug my nails into his back, dragging them across his shoulder blades. He hissed against my lips before pulling back. The air sawed in and out of him as he panted.
His eyes looked darker, his pupils blown. He looked so vicious right now, primordial in his need for me.
“Look at you,” he snarled and slammed especially hard into me, a cry of pain and pleasure spilling from my throat. “You’re a fucking mess, baby. Covered in my sweat, my spit.”
His cheeks were all flushed, his lips swollen and red. He leaned back and slid his hands down my waist, over the tops of my thighs, and then curled his fingers behind my knees. He pushed my legs open and back so they pressed to my chest, spreading me open even wider.
He stared at where we were connected, watching as he savagely claimed me.
“This pussy is all swollen and red, stretched so wide around my dick. I bet it hurts, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
I gasped and nodded, unable to speak or even think coherently.
“I’d cover you with my cum because I fucking love seeing you marked like a dirty girl and smelling like me.” He looked up from between my legs and into my eyes, his fingers going to my clit. “But I want to fill you up, want to pull out and watch it slip out of this little cunt because it brings me a nasty kind of satisfaction.” He slapped my clit again. “Give me what I want, darling. Make me happy and come.”
I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and cried out as the pleasure crashed through me so powerfully I felt like I was seizing.
I was vaguely aware of Kostya making animalistic sounds, felt him pulling and tweaking my clit, and those tendrils of pleasure grew until I was never going to find sanity again.
I could feel his cock jerk inside of me, swore I could feel the thick, hot, and milky jets of his cum filling me so powerfully I felt full from it.
He collapsed over me, his head resting on my shoulder, our breathing identical as we gasped for air. I didn’t know how long we lay there, but when he pulled out of me I groaned in disappointment.
“Look at that.”
I forced my eyes open to see him staring at my pussy.
A second later, I felt his cum start to slip out of me and that harsh sound that left him had my nipples beading all over again.
He smoothed his fingers over my lips and clit, down my slit, and over my entrance. And when he pushed his finger back into me, my back arched.