“Now be a good girl and fuck yourself on me like you damn well mean it.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her head falling back as she starts to rise and fall with more force. Her body bending to my will as I help her, guiding her but not forcing her.
Suddenly, she hits the perfect rhythm and I know I won’t last very long with her fucking herself on me like this. And yet I know that I need to be in control when her pretty little cunt climaxes.
So I sit up and grab her hips, stopping her from moving. “Not yet. I’m going to be the one that makes that pussy come. Do you understand?”
Her crystal blue eyes flash with fire. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I spank her ass. “Now I want you on all fours for me.”
She doesn’t hesitate, climbing off of me and eagerly getting into position, glancing over her head. “Like this?”
Teasing little vixen.
I growl and get onto my knees behind her, grabbing her hips forcefully. “Exactly.” I spank her ass cheeks and she instantly moans, clearly as into the pain as the pleasure.
“Do you like that?” I ask, wanting to know everything that makes her tick.
She nods her head. “Yes, it feels so fucking good.”
I growl and knead the skin with my hands, loving the way it tinges a pretty pink almost instantly. Her pussy clenches around my shaft, making me throb harder.
“Take that cock in that cunt like the dirty little cock slut you are,” I growl.
She moans as I lose control, pounding into her with one goal in mind—both of our climaxes. Every thrust is harder than the last as she moans through my brutal assault.
And then, as if like a firework going off, she screams. Her entire body going rigid as her orgasm crashes into her. And the way her pussy grips my cock sends me over the edge with her. I’ve never had such difficulty controlling myself.
“That’s it. Come for me and milk my cock, printessa.”
She makes the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard as she comes apart. Her pussy gushing with liquid as I fill her with my cum. Our mutual arousal mixes and starts to drip out of her pussy down her thighs, making me groan at the sight.
“You are fucking perfect, malishka.” I don’t stop rutting into her until I’m certain I’ve drained every drop from my balls inside of her. Pulling my cock from her entices a soft whimpering from her lips, as if she never wanted me to leave.
I’m not going to lie. I never wanted to leave her cunt. I’d die happily buried inside of her. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her upwards so she’s on her knees and I’m on mine behind her with my chest against her back. “Tell me how it felt,” I demand, massaging her still hard nipples.
“It felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.” She shakes her head. “At one point, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body.”
I chuckle and kiss her neck, feeling my cock hardening already. “Turn and face me.”
She does as she’s told, shuffling round on her knees so that’s she’s facing me. And then I kiss her, my cock growing harder again while my tongue delves into her mouth, making her moan.
We only break apart once we both have to regain our breath, and she stares into my eyes with a passion that tells me this night is going to be very long.
She glances down at my semi-hard cock, eyes widening slightly. “Are you ready for more?”
I nod in response. “I don’t intend to stop all night.”
She moans. “Good.”
I can’t help but growl as I grab her throat and angle her eyes to meet mine. “By the time I’m through with you, you might need a fucking wheelchair.”
Her crystal blue eyes flood with determination.
The mere look in those eyes should be a warning that this woman is trouble, especially since she’s the catalyst to this war I’ve started, but I don’t give a shit. Anya Lebedev is mine and I’ll do anything to ensure she remains with me, no matter the costs.
And so I fall into her again, drawing in how good it feels to devour her and lose myself in my printessa. Everything else melts away.