Page 3 of Unholy Tsar

“Then cum. Give it to me.” He thrusts hard enough for my body to jiggle up. I clutch my hair tighter, my grip sending a sharp twinge of pain through my scalp. But I’m beyond caring.

I need this.

“Yes!” I scream as fiery relief explodes through me, my body convulsing around him, his tight grip the only thing holding me up.

But he isn’t satisfied.

“More,” he demands, his voice rough and urgent.

I’m helpless to do anything else but give in to the waves of intense pleasure coursing through every inch of me as I cum uncontrollably. His cock swells inside of me, growing so big that my pussy can barely flutter around it. Snarling, he drops his head into my neck as he begins to cum as well, his fingers digging almost painfully into my skin.

Fuckkk.

Our breaths come in panting gasps as we both gradually come down from our high. When my mind clears, I become aware that he’s still hard inside me.

Holy shit. I’ve never been with a man who made me cum so fast and so hard before.

And he’s still set to go for more?

“You are a fucking delight,” he rasps, his voice deeper now.

Slowly, he eases back from me, and I wince as he withdraws his cock. My thong settles back into place, and I cringe as it sticks to my wetness.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, pulling away.

As the heat of his body leaves mine, and I shift away from the wall, my brain comes alive again. I start overthinking.

I can’t believe I just had sex with a man I met barely an hour ago. Does he think I’m a slut now? Is he going to kick me out? No. He can’t. Not yet. It’s not safe out there. I just need a little more time.

That’s the reason I started to seduce him in the first place, after all—even if I never meant to take it this far.

But then again, men never keep me around for long…

“Ready for more?” he asks suddenly, though it sounds more like an order than a question.

I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “You’re not kicking me out?” I ask, turning to face him.

Squinting, I try to get a better look at him. It’s hard to make out his features in the dim lighting, but what I can see now that I’ve come to my senses is enough to make my knees buckle. Chiseled. Intense. Mature. Fucking gorgeous.

“You can leave when I’m done with you, Malyshka. And I’m far from done with you.”

I swallow my gasp and raise my chin, determined to keep my composure. “You’re not done?” I scoff, my voice betraying my nervousness.

“Not with you. Not by a long shot.”

My toes curl involuntarily, and I straighten my back, bracing for what he has in store.

“Then I suggest you get on with it. I’m a very busy person.”

He chuckles and steps closer, his heat and scent enveloping me. I shiver with anticipation as he leans over to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to give you all I’ve got, little one, and it’s going to shatter you. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

An odd twinge passes through me as he pulls back. The implication that this is a one-time thing jolts me. But what did I really expect? From my experience, once a man gets what he wants, he’s already halfway out the door. I shake my head to dismiss the ridiculous hurt.

Just enjoy it, Cece. Like he said.

“You can try your best, but I’m not so easy to break,” I challenge weakly, masking the turmoil inside of me.

Because I’m already broken, not because I doubt he can do it.