My knees wobble when Nikolai’s growl rumbles to the tip of his cock. “I told you it’d feel good. Nothing we could ever do would feel bad. Unless you want it to.” I can’t see his face, but I can imagine his cheeky grin during the last half of his statement.
The zing of pain I’m experiencing dulls to barely a buzz when Nikolai’s cock dips in and out of me another handful of times. By the time his hand skirts around to stimulate my clit, all pain is forgotten, and my moans become more vocal.
“Yes. . . Please. . . Oh god.”
When he slips two fingers into my pussy, a scream shreds from my throat. The sensation is nearly overwhelming. The fullness of his cock in my ass while his fingers grind into my pussy is extremely overstimulating, but in a way I can’t help but moan, shout, and demand for him to fuck me faster.
“Louder,Ahren.Let the world hear what I do to you.” His voice is rough, hardened with both lust and euphoria.
“Oh, god. Oh, god,” I chant on repeat, my mind spiraling.
“Can you feel what my body does to you,Ahren?Your greedy cunt milking my fingers? Your clit buzzing against my thumb? Even your tight little ass is milking my cock, begging for my seed. All I need is your tit in my mouth, and I’d have every inch of you covered.”
“Mmm. . .” A more intellectual response is above me.
This is wickedly wrong but oh so right at the same time. I’m sweating profusely, but the hot Las Vegas night is not responsible for the beads of sweat rolling down my nape. It is the man whispering dirty thoughts in my ear as he fucks me to oblivion.
“More. Faster. Please.”
Long, prolonged breaths separate my demands. My breathless response is compliments of my frantic rocking. I want him inside me deeper, to claim every inch of me, and the harder I sway, the better my demands are answered.
“I want all of you, Nikolai. Please.”
The crack of a container popping open sounds through my ears mere seconds before the coolness of lube drips past my hole, which is burning with excitement. Nikolai adds a healthy dose of slickness between us before gripping my hips to raise them high into the air. I scream in ecstasy when he plunges back inside me. My change in position allows more of his cock to slip into my ass. He’s even deeper now, more deep-seated, almost fully hilted.
“Talk to me,Ahren.Tell me what you need, where you need it, and how you fucking need it.”
Still incapable of speaking, my moans talk on my behalf. I purr on repeat, ensuring he’s aware I’m loving everything he’s doing.
Although he can hear my excitement, his pumps remain slow until my shouts reach an ear-piercing level. They quicken with every desperate scream ripped from my throat. He rolls his hips at a speed slow enough he’d never hurt me, but fast enough my third quest for orgasm makes itself known with my womb within minutes.
“I’m going to come,” I warn a short time later, shocked by my climax’s quick arrival but not the least bit embarrassed at its eagerness. Multiple orgasms aren’t uncommon when I’m with Nikolai. They are more customary than infrequent.
The veins pulsating in Nikolai’s cock are reflected in his groan. “Good. Come on my fingers while screaming my name. Squeeze them like your tight little ass is strangling my cock, then I’ll come in your ass, coat your no longer virginal hole with my spawn.”
The dirtiness of his words is extremely erotic, so much so, they push me into my third climax of the night. I slam back, fully hilting his cock inside me before allowing the quivers tightening my pussy to clamp his fingers.
With my body overstimulated, my orgasm is utterly blindsiding. It takes everything from me, equally brutal and wonderous. Its strong, blinding strength is fueled by Nikolai’s seed shooting from his cock in raring spurts.
“Ohh. . .” I growl in a long, purring moan, loving the frantic pulse of the vein feeding his manhood as he struggles to maintain control.
He continues pumping in and out of me until every drop of his spawn is dispersed, and we collapse into a heap on my old frayed couch.
“Fuckin’ hell,Ahren.I think I just died and went to heaven.”
I roll over until my chin is balancing on his sweat-slicked, thrusting chest. “This isn’t heaven, Nikolai.” My eyes bounce between his icy blue gaze. “You’re just no longer in the hell you were born in.”
3
Trey slumpsinto the chair across from me. His blond brows are furrowed, and the thick beard that’s had the whores’ heads in a tizzy the past three months can’t hide the tick in his jaw. He’s not happy about my request to cross the country, but he knows better than anyone the consequences of second-guessing my decisions.
“I told Justine she’d have the world when she claimed her throne. I am a man who keeps his word.”
Trey’s lips quirk as he struggles to hold back a grin.
“NowI keep my word,” I amend. “Things change.”
I give him a look that reveals I’m on to him. “You know that better than anyone. We don’t marry whores, Trey. We fuck them, spill our seed inside them, then go home—alone.”
