He rested his forehead against mine, and on a groan he pushed the rest of himself deeper into me.
“Jesus. That’s it. Fuck, malehnkaya ptichka. You take me so good. My good girl. Mine.”
He kissed me hard and thoroughly while he dragged out, the tip lodged in my pussy, before sinking in deep. We both made strangled noises at the same time.
He repeated the process, and after long minutes he pulled back and looked down where we were connected. I felt wetness along my inner thighs, wondering if it was just my arousal or if my virgin blood mixed with it.
The grunts and groans, the Russian words he said as he watched himself fuck me, were such a turn-on. I pressed back against him, needing him impossibly deeper.
“You’ll come for me,” he demanded, his thumb on my clit as he rubbed slow circles around it. “And you’ll fucking give it to me now.”
And that I did.
My body wasn’t my own any longer, with my back arched, my nipples aching, and my head tipped as I closed my eyes and rode the wave.
Feeling Dmitry slamming into me as he retreated, pushing in and pulling out, had my orgasm climbing so high I reached the fucking stars.
Blood rushed through my ears, and I couldn’t hear anything but my erratic heart beating.
“Look at me, detka. Look at me as you’re fucked for the first time.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him, my vision blurry.
He gripped my neck, a hand necklace that settled and calmed me, pushing my pleasure even higher. With slight pressure around my throat, he pulled me up so we were nose to nose.
“Look at me as you come, knowing I’m the only man who will ever fuck you.” He added more pressure to my clit, rubbed faster circles around it, and I came again.
I was dying, surely, because nothing could feel this good unless you were leaving this world.
When the orgasm dimmed and I sagged against the bed, my thighs falling open on either side, my strength gone so I wasn’t even able to hold them up, I felt a smile tilt my lips.
Dmitry hummed, still so hard inside of me I knew he hadn’t come.
He leaned in, his warm, vodka-scented breath moving over me a second before he dragged his tongue over my lips, licking me like a lazy lion giving attention to his mate.
“Watching you come is better than if I got off myself.” He kissed me long and slow, then started fucking me the same way. “If I could just fuck you all night, watch you come undone for me repeatedly… It would be the best fucking pleasure I’ve ever felt, sweetheart.”
I got lost in the sensation of what he was doing to me right now. He’d just been fucking me. Now he was making love to me.
I should have known that wouldn’t last long.
“You didn’t—” My words were cut off with a sharp intake of breath when I found myself flipped over, now straddling Dmitry’s waist.
I stared down at him, all male prowess and masculinity. I felt so feminine, so soft compared to him.
“Ride me like my khoroshaya devochka.”
He was still buried inside of me, and I slid my hands up his sweaty chest to rest my palms on his pecs. His heart was racing. Just like mine.
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but then he lifted me up and pulled me back down on his length. I followed his lead.
Soon I was moving up and down with no help, feeling that stretch deep in my core. Dmitry placed his hand on my belly as he watched me fuck myself on him. I looked down, too, seeing how glossy his cock was, tinged with pink from my innocence.
“You’ll be mine in every fucking way, Claudia.”
I snapped my gaze to his face at the intensity of his voice. His fingers pressed against my belly.
“Every. Single. Fucking. Way.”
I made a soft sound, a brief panic welling inside of me because I knew what he was implying. But on the sharp heels of that panic, I felt something deep and hard and so encompassing that another climax rose in me so swiftly it took me by surprise.
Eyes wide before they slowly closed on their own, I wasn’t aware of anything but rolling my hips and pressing my pussy down on him. I ground myself on him, rubbing my clit on his lower abdomen, using him to get off.
He snarled something, a curse that barely reached my ears.
It was only a heartbeat after I came down from the pleasure that he pressed his fingers against my waist. He lifted me before slamming me back down on him at the same time he thrust up.
It was his turn to use me.
And that he did.
His movements got more erratic, jerky. He rose, slammed his mouth on mine, and pressed me down on his cock fully. He groaned against my lips and swept his tongue past the seam as I felt his cock swell.