“So wet. So ready.” He fucks me with his fingers, driving me toward the heights I crave. Ever since I got pregnant, I’m even more insatiable than before, and I was pretty fucking insatiable.
I rock myself against his hand, chasing my release like a crack addict, looking for the next fix.
Gavril stops and pushes away from me, making me grunt in frustration. “Bottoms off, now.” He releases me, staring expectantly.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of my bikini bottoms and pull them off, chucking them up onto the deck of the boat.
He does the same and through the clear water, I can see his cock is hard and ready to take me. “Turn around.”
I do as I’m told, treading water and turning so my back is to him.
Suddenly, I feel his arms around my waist and the length of his cock pressing against my center. Without warning, his cock is inside of me, filling me up the way I needed.
“Fuck, yes,” I cry out, as he holds my back against his chest, my legs unnaturally hooked backward around his thighs as he pounds into me from behind.
It’s easy for him to support my weight in the water, as we fuck like heathens in the sea.
“Take it deep in that pretty little cunt like a good girl.”
I groan, enjoying the moment, but craving more—craving pain. “Hurt me, sir.”
He bites my earlobe, sending a thrill of pain through me, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I goad.
He growls. “We’ve talked about this, malishka.”
Ever since we found out I was pregnant, he’s been more gentle, although not gentle in the sense most people would think of it.
I groan. “I want pain.”
He bites my shoulder hard, his teeth sinking into my flesh and cutting the skin. “Is that better? Do you like bleeding for me?”
“I love it,” I gasp, struggling to draw enough oxygen into my lungs. “More.”
“I know how to give you what you crave,” he says, nipping at my ear again.
“How?”
His cock slips out of my pussy, making me grunt in protest.
“That’s not what I crave.”
He chuckles, and forces me around to face him, an inferno as bright as the flames of hell burning in his eyes. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck your tight asshole?” I feel the head of his cock against the tight, abused ring of muscles, as he loves fucking my ass.
I shudder, as he knows how much I love him fucking my ass. The pain that accompanies anal making it even more addictive than normal vaginal sex.
“I’ll let you do whatever you want, master.”
Without another word, he thrusts forward violently, breaking through them.
I scream, the sound drowned out by the lap of waves around us.
“That’s it, scream for me,” he encourages. “I want your pain, pleasure and everything in between.”
His cock is so deep inside of me as he fucks my ass like an animal, the feral side of him always coming to the surface when we’re intimate, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’s a monster and a beast, but he’s mine, and that’s all that matters.