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A single thrust and he’s buried to the hilt.
The sensation of being filled like this is intoxicating. His girth would be painful if I was not already incredibly turned on. My pussy clenches eagerly, drawing him in, begging him to stay, pleading with him to touch me in places that no other man can reach but him.
The bliss makes me blind. He withdraws, letting me see the beauty of his length shining with my juices. The fat tip of his dick is barely inside. I have a perfect view of his veins standing out like a map to heaven.
It’s almost too much.
Then Arsen finally begins to fuck me.
23
ARSEN
Sweat drips down my backbone, cool against my sizzling skin. I’m not sweating from exertion but from the strain of keeping myself in check. The urge to drive my cock faster and deeper into Galina with every thrust is beyond tempting.
But when I look at her under me, I know I can’t.
She’ll shatter. She’ll break. I never expected to care about this before now. When I imagined pumping inside of her in the past—and I imagined it often—I was ruthless. In those fantasies, I made her scream—whether from agony or delight, I didn’t care. But now … I do.
Why?
Something digs painfully into my knuckle. It gets worse when I squeeze Galina’s fingers to hold her hands over her head. That’s when I see the ring I forced on her finger—the seal of our upcoming false wedding. A prickle begins at the nape of my neck, and it worms down into my ribs.
This is why.
Shaking myself, I push the bubbling emotion deep below the surface of primal lust raging at the surface. My pace quickens. The wet sound of flesh on flesh fills the room. She moans—a heady sound that sends a deep tremor each time I hear it—with each relentless thrust.
Together, we create music.
She yanks her arms as she tries to get free. Not to escape, but because she wants more of me and can’t create the leverage.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” she pleads.
Releasing her wrists, I scoop her ass into my palms and bend her in half.
“Like this?” I ask as I push into her warm, inviting depths. “Is this deep enough for your hungry little pussy?”
“Yes, God, fuck, yes!” Her feet are over her shoulders. Her eyes are glossy as she grabs my hair roughly, bringing me down to kiss her. I do so without reservation, and her mouth clamps against mine, refusing to let go as she devours my lips, my tongue, and my cock.
This side of her … this gluttonous savagery … it’s addictive.
Tensing my legs, I sit up, carrying her while I adjust until I’m sitting on the couch with her in my lap facing me.
“Get up,” I say.
She’s having trouble focusing. “What?”
“Get. Up.” Slapping her ass cheek, I lift her myself until she gets the hint. Galina spins around, giving me a glorious view of her full ass. Her swollen pussy, dripping with both our juices, is poised right over my proud cock. She starts to sink down, but I catch her hips, halting her. “Do you think it’s this easy?”
“Arsen, please.” She turns around, catching me off guard with her cum-drunk stare. Her hair is plastered against her skin, and her cheeks are flushed with lust.
Spreading her cheeks, a feral noise slips out of me. The sight of her staring back at me like this—slick vulva quivering in anticipation while her lips part as her voice, no louder than a whisper—goads me on.
“Prove that you want this,” I snarl.
Galina breathes raggedly, like it’s a struggle to get enough oxygen. She’s squatting above my dick, calf muscles bunching. It doesn’t look too comfortable. But I’m sure the ache in her hungry pussy is worse.
“Arsen, please. I want this—I want you!”
