Ares groans deeply and slides his hands beneath my ass. He moves back and pounds into my body. He pumps into me in slow strokes dragging my honeyed arousal with him when he pulls free of my body.
I grip the sheets and then him, looking for any kind of purchase before he drags me into his world. One I might not survive. “Ares!”
Cool steel turns smoky gray with intent. Hold my gaze, I look on as he falls between my legs and devours my juices. The pad of his tongue teases over my asshole before driving into the hot slit of my pussy.
I thrash against the bed and him. Untamed, hungry, and desperate. I’m all the above. Strong arms pin me in place. He groans deeply and drags his tongue over the swollen bud tucked between my folds. His breath teases me and finally, that wonderful mouth of his settles over my clit. Sensitive from my first orgasm, I cry out when he sucks it between his lips. I’m gasping for air when he moves his attention to my dripping slit and drives his tongue deep,deepinside me. Like a starved man he feasts on my juices until he’s tongued me deliciously; I forget to breathe.
“Oh, God—”
He groans deeply and I swear it’s my name I hear on his lips. “There’s no God here,moyaprekrasnaya. My beautiful. Just His white-haired angel. One I’m taking for myself.”
I believe him. He could make sinners out of nuns.
“Do you remember what I promised you in the shower,malyshka?”
My eyes widen. No! I inhale harshly, cling to the sheets, but my fight is useless. I’m no longer lying flat on my back, but on my stomach. Hands on my hips bring me to my knees, my ass in the air for him to do to me anything he wishes.
My head is on a swivel and I peer at him over my shoulder. Vicious words hang on the cusp of slipping from my lips.
He blows a stream of air over my puckered entrance, his fingers lingering close by when I moan. “Ares, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you come again.” Using the pad of his thumb he drags my juices to coat my asshole. He repeats the movement and I’m ready to give him what he wants. He pops the tip of his thumb inside the tight rings.
“Ares,” I moan, pushing my ass into his touch. I’ve never taken a man there. This will be my first. Heat settles over me from that thought and I want to roll away before he can deliver on the delicious promise his forbidden strokes give.
“But I’m not going to give you my cock until you are on the edge of that orgasm and begging me for every inch.”
Another inch of his thumb penetrates my ass. Slow torturous strokes push me close to the edge.
His tongue is back at my pussy. He pushes my back down, forcing my ass higher. In slow glides of his tongue, he moves between my greedy clit and teasing the entrance to my pussy. He never lets up. Fingers my ass, his lips and tonging me relentlessly, I’m finished.
Expensive satin strains to hold my cries. I know he’s going to shatter me, leave me in pieces.
Ares growls as he leans over my ass and trails the warm pad of his tongue over the round globe of one cheek then the other.
Any thoughts of my fight dissolve the second a thick finger drags through my juices. I dig my nails into the sheets and bury my shame in the pillows. Moans fall from my lips, cries.
“Please. More.” No, Nova, don’t beg.“Ares, please.”Those can’t be my words, my voice.
He sinks one finger and then the next into my sheath and the walls of my channel clench around him.
“I want to hear you beg,malyshka.Beg and I’ll consider giving this sweet cunt my cock. She looks hungry. So hungry.”
She is.
And if I want to be honest, I crave to feel the pain his cock will bring me. The burn. Anything to strip me of the pain I feel so deep inside me no other human being has begun to touch that darkness.
“Ares, please!”
“Please what?”
I fist the sheets and cry out. So hard I know someone somewhere in this fucking mansion hears. But they don’t dare check to see if their Prez is murdering me softly or fucking me to death.
“Ares, please. Please fuck me.”
A thick, hard cock sinks into me and I’m so close to the edge the second his balls slap my clit I’m not close; I’m done.
He fists my hair, angles my head to the side, and devours my screams. Inhales my cries. Fucks me hard. So hard the metal of the frame thunders against the wall. Paint chips and wood cracks. And yet, he’s not done with me.