When I feel his shaft quiver, I look back and see the tiny bead of precum at the tip. I lift myself off his face and lower myself down his body. His mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal, his eyes drink in the sight of me like a starving man.
I line him up with my entrance and slide down his shaft in one unbroken movement, impaling myself on him fully.
The moment I sink down on him, a raw sound tears out of his throat, half growl, half plea. He’s thick and hot and impossibly hard again, stretching me so perfectly that my head falls back and my breath catches on a broken moan. His hands clamp onto my hips, fingers digging in like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold tight enough.
“Look at you,” he rasps, voice shredded with lust and wonder. “Such a greedy little thing. I just poured everything I had down your throat and you’re still starving for me.”
I roll my hips, slow and deliberate, savoring the way he fills me, the way his eyes darken to molten gold when I clench around him.
“Yes,” I whisper, because denying it feels pointless now.
He thrusts up hard, once, making me gasp.
“You drained me, Elizabeth. Took every drop like it belonged to you.” His grip tightens, guiding me faster. “And I’m still hard for you. Still ready to give you more. Because this cock? It only answers to you now.”
Heat floods me at his words, at the raw possession in them. I brace my hands on his chest and ride him harder, chasing the ache that’s been building since the moment I tasted him. The room fills with the slick sounds of us, our breathless pants as we chase another release.
“That’s it,” he growls, watching me like I’m the only thing in the universe. “Take what’s yours. Ride me until you’re full of my cum again. I don’t care if I’m empty. I’ll keep filling you. Every time you want it, every time you look at me like that, I’ll give it to you until your pussy drips with me.”
He grips my hips harder, eyes locked on my breasts as I rise and fall on him. His voice comes out low and reverent, almost broken with awe.
“God, look at these perfect tits… bouncing just for me. So full, so fucking gorgeous. I could watch them move like this forever.” He grits his teeth as though he is trying to stave off the pleasure. “Keep riding me just like that,zolotse… let me see them bounce every time you take me deep, let me see them tremble when you come.”
His words unravel me. I lean forward, changing the angle, and he hits that spot inside that makes my vision blur.
“Diomid,” I moan, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Say it,” he demands, hips snapping up to meet mine. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”
“You,” I gasp, the confession torn from me as pleasure coils tighter. “Only you.”
“Fuck yes,” he snarls. “This pretty cunt was made for me. And I’m going to keep proving it. Over and over until you never doubt it again.”
The words tip me over. I come apart hard, clenching around him, crying out his name as wave after wave crashes through me. He follows right after, eyes never leaving my tits, hips jerking. The sound ripping from his throat this time is a desperate, disbelieving sort of surprize as he spills deep inside me again, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
I collapse onto him, trembling, sweat-slicked and breathless. He wraps his arms around me instantly, holding me so tight I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my own.
“Still not done with you,” he murmurs against my temple as his cock twitches inside me, his voice rough with satisfaction and promise. “Never will be.”
I smile into his skin, boneless and utterly his. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m not done with you, either.”
Diomid
For a long moment, I just stand there at the edge of the bed, breath still uneven, staring down at the woman who has rewritten the definition of control right beneath my hands.
Elizabeth is flushed and wild-haired, chest rising and falling as she steadies herself, the sheets tangled around her. She’s looking at me like she’s daring the world to challenge what she just claimed, what she just proved she can take.
I feel the echo of her last movement, her hands gripping my shoulders as she drove herself down hard on my shaft, her voice breaking open on my name, her pleasure turning into power. I had expected her to need reassurance. A gentle, steadying guide.
Instead, she took what I had and conquered.
And Christ, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to be conquered by her again.
“I didn’t know I could…” she whispers, letting the rest hang between us.
“Yes,” I say simply. “You can.”
Her gaze flicks up to mine, blue and clear and edged with something new. Something dangerous and intoxicating. Confidence. Ownership. Desire without apology.
