Page 55 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

Her back almost shot off the table. “Oh god.”

“That’s right, show me who owns this pretty pussy.”

“Not you,” she breathed.

My hand left her clit to deliver another spank before returning almost immediately.

Her body jerked forward, a noise that sounded barely human tearing from her lips.

My movements grew faster, rubbing deep circles into her clit while my other fingers fucked her mercilessly till I felt her walls begin to tighten around them.

I waited till the first quiver ran through her before completely withdrawing every touch.

She let out a satisfying cry of protest, trying to turn, but I kept her pinned down.

Her breath came in deep, ragged exhales and her body shook from a near orgasm.

I returned a finger to her pussy, parting her folds but barely penetrating. I leaned forward, covering her back with my body and trailed her earlobe with my tongue.

Her body shuddered in response, her hips pushing back to force my finger inside her.

She let out a frustrated huff, her fingers uncurled from the table and made for her pussy, but I caught them fast, pinning both against her head.

She was a ball of frustration and lust and I soaked in every inch of her fight.

“You don’t get to touch yourself, little bird.”

“Then fucking touch me.”

My lips curled. This was the most I’d heard her swear. Her voice was always soft and even when she was mad, she never cussed, but here she was, shaking and cussing and it felt like cocaine in my veins.

“I believe you know what to do.”

I nibbled on her ear, rubbing her walls till she was a blabbering mess struggling for a release.

“Whose pussy is this?”

No answer.

I shoved my fingers in, curling them against her walls. I was damn near bursting and the more stubborn she was, the more painful my erection was.

“Whose pussy is this?”

Another strangled moan.

I forced a second finger in, angling my hand to hit a spot inside her and pinching her clit all at once.

“Damn it, Genevieve, who do you belong to?”

Her voice broke into the most guttural cry. “You!”

Relief washed over me like the strongest liquor. I held her with one hand while the other worked my zip, freeing my throbbing cock with a bounce.

When I looked up, she had twisted her neck around and was staring at my cock with an intensity that caused it to throb painfully.

I stroked my length, coating the head with precum.

“You see what you do to me?”