I pull my pants and boxers down, freeing my cock. It’s hard, thick, the skin flushed a deep red. The head is swollen, a bead of clear fluid already gleaming at the tip. I grip the base, stroking myself once, watching her eyes follow the movement. Her tongue comes out, wetting her own lips.
Fuck, she’s sensual. She’s a fucking provocateur.
"I want you to taste me first," I command.
I move over her, hovering above her mouth. She opens her lips willingly, her blue eyes locked on mine. I guide myself down, the hot, smooth head of my dick pressing against her tongue. She takes me in, her mouth warm and wet.
Her tongue swirls around the shaft, her lips seal tight, and she draws me deeper, her throat working to accommodate my size. The sight is fucking obscene. Her cheeks hollow, her eyes flutter closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating from her throat around my cock.
Hmmm, fuck.
"You’re good at this," I groan, my hips pushing forward slightly. "You’ve done this before. For other men."
She pulls back, letting my cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. "No," she breathes, her voice ragged. "Only in my head. For you."
That fucking sentence ignites me.
I pull her up, turning her so she’s kneeling on the bed, facing away from me. I put my hands on her hips, guiding her back until her ass is presented to me. Her back is a long, elegant curve. Her ass is round, full, the skin so smooth I want to bite it. Between her thighs, her pussy is now a glistening, wet shadow. The pink lips are swollen, open, begging.
"I’m going to fuck you from behind," I tell her, my voice a raw scrape against the quiet room. "I’m going to watch my cock disappear into that wet, pretty hole. And you’re going to watch it too."
I reach for the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. I tilt it, adjusting it until she can see her own reflection, see me behind her, see her own face watching us. Her eyes widen, a spark of something electric—shame, excitement, pure fucking lust—flashing in them.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance. It’s hot, so fucking hot and wet. I don’t push in. I rub. I slide the swollen tip up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices. She moans, her body trembling. "Mikhail… please."
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my hand coming to her ass, stroking the smooth skin.
"I want you inside me," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I want you to fuck me hard, so hard I?—“
I push.
The feeling is fucking unreal. She is tight, a silken, hot vice that grips my cock with a pressure that steals my breath. I sink in slowly, inch by inch, watching in the mirror as her face contorts—pleasure, pain, surrender. Her lips part, a silent gasp. Her eyes are locked on the mirror, watching as her body takes me in.
I’m all the way in. My balls press against the back of her thighs. I’m buried. I stay there, letting her feel the full stretch, the full possession. Her inner muscles flutter around me, a rapid, involuntary pulse.
She’s fucking milking me already.
Then I pull back, almost all the way out, until just the tip is inside her. Her wetness gleams on my shaft. I push back in, harder this time. A sharp, choked cry escapes her. I set a rhythm—deep, punishing thrusts that slap my skin against hers. The sound is wet, meaty, obscene. Each time I pull out, I see her pussy lips clinging to my cock, trying to hold me inside. Each time I push in, I watch her body jerk, her ass cheeks bouncing.
My hands grip her hips, holding her steady for my assault. Then one hand moves. I slide it up her back, then down again, to her ass. I spread my fingers, gripping one cheek, pulling it aside to see better. In the mirror, the view is fucking breathtaking. The dark pink of her stretched cunt, the slick shine of our joining, the way her body yields to mine.
"I’m going to spank you," I announce, my voice calm amidst the chaos of our fucking.
She doesn’t protest. She just nods, her eyes closing for a second.
I pull my hand away and bring it down in a sharp, open-palmed slap against her right ass cheek. The sound cracks through the room. Her skin blossoms into a warm, red flush. She yelps, her body arching, her cunt tightening around my cock like a fist.
"Do you like that?" I ask, thrusting deep again.
"Yes," she sobs.
I spank her again, on the other side. Then again, alternating, each slap landing just as I thrust deepest into her. Her moans become screams, ragged and torn from her throat. Her wetness increases, a flood that makes each thrust smoother, louder. The scent of her, of us, of sex, fills the air—musky, salty, sweet.
I’m fucking her so hard the bed shakes. I’m fucking her so deep I feel my cock hitting the very end of her. She’s taking it all, herbody moving with mine, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. She’s a natural. A fucking natural at this.
I lean over her back, my mouth finding her ear. "You’re mine," I grit out between thrusts. "This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. This fucking mouth is mine. Every scream, every moan, every drop of wetness belongs to me."
"Yours," she chants, a broken mantra. "Yours, yours, yours."
