Before I can pull in a full breath, he leans back and unfastens his pants, pushing them down his hips before letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. My eyes go wide as he strokes his long, thick cock.
“We’re just getting started,kiska,” he growls, pressing his cock against my slick folds.
In one quick move, he pushes it all the way in. I gasp at the sudden fullness. Without giving me a chance to adjust to his thickness, he starts moving. His hands slide under me, cupping my ass and tilting it so his balls slap against me with every thrust.
I cry out softly as the pressure inside me tightens almost past bearing.
“Not yet,” he says against my ear, his voice low and firm enough to send another shiver through me. “Not until I tell you.”
My breath comes in pieces as sensation rolls through me with every movement of his body. I grip his forearms, holding on while he kisses me so deeply it leaves me dizzy. Every inch of him is overwhelming in the best way.
He pulls back just enough to move me beneath him, grabbing my ankles and placing my legs over his shoulder. His mouth finds my breast, sucking my nipple before he nips it lightly. The new sensation pulls a broken sound from me, and his eyes lock on mine, watching every reaction. One hand slides along my thigh as his mouth teases my breasts.
The orgasm builds like a tsunami inside my core. “P-please, Alexei…I have to come,” I beg.
He slides his mouth from my breasts to my lips, still thrusting into me at a frantic pace.
“Yes,kiska, come for me,” he says against my lips.
He fucks me so hard he leaves me breathless. Pleasure hits me so fast my entire body arches off the bed, a broken cry escaping as the room blurs.
Pulling his cock out in one quick movement, he lowers himself over me again, his mouth finding mine in a deep, dizzying kiss.
“I need your sweet lips wrapped around me,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough enough to send chills down my spine. He holds my eyes the entire time, not demanding or assuming, just waiting for me to say yes to him.
For one shaky second, I can’t do anything except look back at him. The restraint on his face undoes me almost more than the hunger does, because Alexei could take control of this entire moment if he wanted to. Instead, he waits for me.
And Lord help me, I want to. Not because he’s pushing. Not because I feel trapped in the heat of the moment. I want to because somewhere along the way, this man got under my skin deeper than he ever should have, and right now I ache for him just as badly as he aches for me.
My hand slides into his hair, holding his eyes while I nod slowly. “Yes. I want to,” I whisper more vulnerable than usual but no less certain.
He pulls me up to sit between his legs. I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s so thick it takes both hands to hold him. I massage his length as a bead of cum forms on the tip, and I lean in to lick it off.
A low rumble vibrates in his chest as he tangles his fingers in my hair, holding my head still. I slide his cock into my mouth, inch by inch, opening my throat to take as much as I can. I love his taste on my tongue and hum in pleasure.
He moans as I stroke him with my tongue. “That’s it, just like that,” he groans, pumping himself in and out.
Releasing his cock with one hand, I cup his balls, squeezing and massaging them as he fucks my mouth.
“Yes,kotyónok,” he growls. “I love your pretty little mouth on my cock.”
He pumps faster as I stroke his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. He’s so big I end up gagging, but I don’t want him to stop. I swirl my tongue around the tip and suck before he slides it down my throat again.
“Maggie,” he grunts, “I want to fill you up with my cum.”
I grip his balls tighter and swirl my tongue faster. He thrusts harder into my mouth, his cock sliding down my throat with every movement. After two more thrusts, his hot cum shoots down my throat.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, holding my head still until he’s released every drop.
He slides his cock out of my mouth and wipes my lips with his thumb. He lifts my face and kisses me. The kiss turns deep and consuming, his tongue moving against mine and making my heart race. When he finally pulls back, my lips part on a shaky breath, already missing him.
I want him again so badly it hurts, every part of me aching for him. My pulse stutters as I look up at him through my lashes, my courage wavering just enough to make me nervous.
“I want…” My voice trails off for a second before I force myself to keep going. “I want you again.”
I lean back on my elbows, my legs parting slightly beneath his stare. The look on his face makes my stomach tighten.
“Tell me what you want,kotyónok,” he says, his voice rough.
