My cock rocks back and forth in and out of her throat as she gags on me, saliva spilling everywhere and making a mess. But it’s so damn hot.
Finally, when I know I can’t take anymore, I pull out and she gasps for air as if she is about to die. Her eyes are wide. “That was too much,” she murmurs.
I shake my head, grabbing her throat and leaning down to kiss her lips. “It wasn’t enough. I’ll never get enough of you, printessa.” I thrust my tongue into her mouth again, tasting the saltiness of my precum on her tongue. “But right now, I need you wrapped around my cock before I go insane.”
I push her back, still holding her throat until she’s lying in the middle of my bed, thighs spread open in invitation. Standing, I pull off my shirt, unable to have the patience to undo the buttons as they fly off in all directions.
And then I climb between her thighs, my cock throbbing. “Are you ready for this?” I ask, stroking myself up and down.
She nods and an eagerness flashes in her bright blue eyes.
I thrust my fingers inside of her, feeling the way her pussy grips them like a vise. “Good, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.” I line the head of my cock up with her entrance, holding her beautiful gaze as she goads me with her eyes.
“Tell me what you want, malishka.”
Her lips purse together and then she says one simple word, “You.” Anya is clutching the sheets beneath her as she watches me, eyes dilated.
I thrust forward before she’s finished saying the word, unable to hold back any longer.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, arching her back as inch after inch slips into her soaking wet arousal. Her face contorts from the pain which she no doubt feels, since we only fucked last night and I wasn’t exactly gentle then. She’ll be sore.
I grunt as her muscles are so tight around my shaft it feels like I could explode almost instantly, but I gain my composure, holding myself deep inside of her, my balls resting against her ass. “You feel like heaven,” I murmur.
Leaning down, I capture her lips and she moans against them. And then I pull back and straighten up, grabbing her thighs as I look down into her heated eyes.
“I hope you are ready.”
She nods eagerly. “Please fuck me.”
I snap then, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her, only to slam back in with brute force.
Her moan is a half scream at the intensity as I fuck her like an animal, unable to control the primal need to claim her. Anya trembles beneath me as I take her ruthlessly.
And yet, she eases into it. The scream of pain turns into a moan of pleasure as she becomes more pliable. Her body relaxing as her eyes become almost hazy and glazed over.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand.
Her nostrils flare. “It feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
I wrap my hand around her throat. “Believe me, you are very much alive, and I’m going to make you feel like this every damn night.”
Her cheeks flush a deeper red, almost burgundy. “Oh, yes,” she cries, eyes flickering shut. The intimacy between us climbing to new heights as our bodies become one. I hardly know where I end and she begins anymore, as if we are two parts of a whole.
I can feel her heart rate accelerating beneath my skin as I squeeze her throat a little harder, noticing the way her pussy gushes around my cock the more I starve her of oxygen.
An odd sensation claws at me as I want to have her above me, which I never want. I always like to be in control. I release her throat and grab hold of her hips and flip her over, my cock still buried inside her as I force her to straddle me. “I want you to ride my cock.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her cheeks flush more, overcome with shyness all of a sudden. “Are you sure? I’ve never done it before.”
“There’s always got to be a first time for everything, malishka.” I spank her ass. “Now ride my cock.”
Hesitantly, she rolls her hips, rising and falling in slow, teasing movement on my cock. I grasp her hips with such force and begin to guide her with more force, as I can’t bear the slow pace she’s taking.
Her brow arches. “I thought you wanted me to ride you.”
“You were going to slow and soft.” I sit up and wrap my palm around her throat again, forcing her lips to mine. “I don’t do slow or soft, if you hadn’t noticed that already.”
She laughs, and the sound is like music to my ears.