I fisted a handful of his hair, locking him in place. I was wild and out of control. Completely out of my mind. “I do,” I moaned. “I do, I do, I do . . .”
The tremors started in my hips and rolled toward my knees. Pleasure erupted from my center and flooded outward, sweeping heat across my skin, followed by numb bliss. My mind went blank. White with pleasure as the orgasm exploded in a rush. Its catastrophic fire consumed me, and left me shaking as it burned through, gone as quickly as it arrived.
My moans had swelled and ebbed, leaving no doubt what had happened, but when I’d gotten lost in the ecstasy, I’d closed my legs, clamping my thighs down around his ears. I forced my legs apart, but it was too late. Vasilije rose onto his knees, his mouth wet and glistening with my desire, and his eyes burned with a dark lust. Shit, he looked powerful and terrifying.
I flinched and cried out as he struck the inside of my thighs a second time, first one side and then the other, punishing me for disobeying him. His worst spankings on my bottom weren’t that bad, but these? They hurt. They throbbed afterward, matching the need beating in my foundation for him.
“Fuck me.” I blurted it out, unable to get a handle on the throbbing.
“You want it? How bad do you need it, good girl?”
“Please,” I said, reaching for him. I grasped a hand on his hard dick, but he swatted it away, twisting my hand until our fingers were twined together. He leaned over me, pressing the back of my palm to the mattress above my head.
Time slowed until it seemed to suspend.
Vasilije rubbed his erection over my pussy, rocking his hips as our flesh glided against each other, leaving us both breathless. At some point, he grabbed my other hand and laced our fingers together there, pinning that hand beside the other. I was at his mercy. The gorgeous devil hovered over me, threatening a kiss with his lush, full lips just a breath away, but he never gave it to me. Like he was waiting for something.
I don’t know how long I endured it.
It felt like eons. His hard body thrust against mine, giving flashes of pleasure and causing me to buck, but his grip on my hands was firm. He handcuffed me with his hold and his piercing black eyes, which seemed to watch each breath I swallowed.
He must have wanted me to vibrate apart. I shook so hard, the headboard of the bed tapped quietly against the wall, but perhaps his movements were causing that. He teased, swiveling his hips, but never sank into me. I grew so frantic, I tried anything I could to make him do it. I lifted my hips, but he pushed away and gave me a malicious smile. Like he enjoyed it.
So, I did the only thing I had left. I surged forward and planted my lips on his.
When I connected us in this way, he chose to connect us in the other. The hard tip of his dick lined up and began to creep inside.
Oh, shit.
It was too much. I turned my head away from his kiss, but he released my hands and slammed both of his palms on my jaw, framing my head in place. Making it so I couldn’t run from him. His tongue dipped into my mouth as he advanced inside me, and a moan gurgled in my throat.
It didn’t exactly hurt. It was more uncomfortable. A stretch past the point of what I liked, and while I wanted him to back off, he just kept pushing deeper. I managed to get my lips free of his, but only enough so he could speak.
“That’s it. Take it.”
I couldn’t find any air to breathe. His mouth was right beside mine and his hot breath filled my lungs as his cock filled me. The ache grew into a stabbing pain, and I whimpered.
It wasn’t shocking that it hurt. I knew it was likely to the first time I had sex. What was surprising was how beneath the pain, I still enjoyed it. The swollen fullness of it all. Another person was inside me, and judging by the emotion ringing Vasilije’s eyes, he loved it. Inch by inch, he took me, and pleasure choked his expression.
I undulated beneath him. My trembling legs gripped his hips and tried to stop his descent into me, but it was futile. When I closed my eyes, he jolted my head in his hands, startling them back open.
His tone was severe. “Eyes on me.”
Didn’t he know how hard that was? His dark eyes lured me in, and I worried I’d lose myself in them completely. A soft whine fell from my lips as he pressed all the way inside and his body was fitted against mine. The ache throbbed everywhere and I stopped moving, forcing myself to breathe through the uncomfortable situation.