“Good girl,” he grunts as he drags me further onto him and thrusts up from below. “I missed you so much. Don’t ever leave me again.”
His arms wrap around me as he crushes my lips to his and fucks me hard and slow, barely withdrawing.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says between kisses. He’s devouring me, his mouth open and his teeth and tongue dragging over my lips and cheeks. He holds me tight to him, almost painfully, but I’m just as crazy for him.
As soon as the sharpness of his possession has eased, I’m moving on top of him, compelled to chase pleasure. I clutch at him, and I can’t get out how much I want him and have longed for him. But he doesn’t seem to care, pressing kisses and praise and hoarse Russian words onto my skin.
His hands are greedy on my bottom and mine are on his shoulders. I’m riding him, but he’s in control, never allowing me far from him, even to make him moan with a change of angle so the head of his cock bumps right up to my cervix.
“I love you so much,” he says as he bites down on my earlobe.
I can’t get enough of him.
“I love you,” he pants before he covers my lips.
“I love you too,” I say as soon as his plundering kiss releases. “Kon. I needed this. Don’t let me go.” It’s a desperate plea.
“Never,” he vows, plunging his hand into my hair, gripping it and tugging my head back so he can stare into my face. He looks savage, undone. “You belong to me. Your heart. Your mind. This velvet cunt that grips me so well.” He punctuates his words with hard thrusts. “Mine. You belong to me, and I will never let you go.”
The pleasure spirals, my pussy clenches around his thick length, making him feel even bigger.
I moan and go weak, but it doesn’t matter because Kon holds me, moves me on his cock and whispers filth in my ear.
“Oh god, I’m so close. Please. Please, Kon. I need…” I have no idea what I really need.
“Such a pretty, good girl taking my cock so well. You’re so tight, you feel so good.” His movements are fast now, slamming me down onto his length over and over. “I’m going to breed you. Make you pregnant all over again. You, the baby, all of you. You’remine.”
He sounds a little unhinged, and I love it.
“Go on, come for me, zhizn moya.”
He pushes his hand between our bellies and strokes me. I dig my nails into his neck and scream. I explode. The pleasure racks through me from where we join and his fingers are on my clit. I shake. The world practically goes dark and I’m clinging to him.
“I know, I know.” He’s comforting me but his voice is strained, as though he’s on the edge of sanity himself.
The first thing I realise when I’ve finished blacking out from coming so hard my body might never recover, is that he’s slowed. Kon slowly moves in me, an inch or so up, then gradually down, grinding me onto his root.
It prolongs my orgasm. He’s vibrating, tense with lust, but he’s put me first. Like he always does.
I manage to lever myself more upright, and look into his face. Dark, intense. My lover and my friend.
“Use me,” I whisper, and shock flashes in his expression. “Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
That’s what I need. After weeks of us being controlled and restrained, I want his unleashed lust.
Like the night we first met, but more, because we can talk now. We can give full voice to every obscene thought.
“Please,” I add when he doesn’t move.
“Taylor, zhizn moya,” he rasps.
Then I’m off his cock, lifted up, and he pushes me roughly to one side.
“On your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you like you’re my little brood mare.”
I’m weak, my orgasm still singing in my blood, but arousal surges as he pulls my hips up and presses my shoulders down.
“That’s it, fuck, your cunt is so pretty like this.”
