Page 47 of Pay the Piper

I know now that all the books were right about how magical it can be. I could come from his nibbles and kisses alone. My core rages at the thought, and I’m reminded of the ache between my legs. I lift my hips against him, looking for a moment of relief, but I get the opposite. I’m lower than I thought I was, so instead of using his lower abs to ease my need, his erection slides between my thighs, the cool metal of the piercing a revelation against my clit.

Oh my fucking God. I’ve never needed a cock inside me before. The realization of how empty I am hits me like lightning, and if he doesn’t fill me up soon, I think I might die.

“Mish…Misha…P…Please. I need you now!”

He doesn’t pause his pursuit of my neck, but his weight shifts, and when I feel his wide head nudging my opening, I fight against the urge to close my eyes. Instead, I look down to where our bodies meet. I want to see the first time we become one, and Jesus, it’s a romance and horror film all in one. Misha’s giant hand barely wraps around the base of his cock at its thickest. His piercing, the apadravya as he said, breaches my opening first, and the visual combined with how good he stretches me is euphoric. Half of his length is still visible, and I watch in awe as he feeds it slowly into me.

The sensation of cool metal against the warmth of my walls is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and combined with Misha’s size, it’s overwhelming. He’s reaching depths that have never been reached and spreading me wider than I’ve ever been stretched. I could float forever, but his roar as he seats himself fully inside me brings me back to my reality. My reality when Misha Mavrin, the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, who has done nothing but worship me, is staring down at me with a look in his eyes I can’t discern. It’s everything all at once, as if he himself doesn’t know what to make of this moment.

Misha rests his brow on mine briefly before trailing soft kisses down my face. He pulls back, and this time, when he looks at me…there’s only one emotion written across his face, and it’s undeniable. I may not have experienced it before, but in this moment, I know what love looks like. Tears well up in my eyes, but before any can fall, Misha crashes his lips against mine, and all my sorrows fade away.

His kiss is more than passion. It’s hunger, and it doesn’t wane. His need only seems to grow as he takes me, the power behind his claiming increasing with every thrust. I was on the verge of my orgasm before he ever entered me, so it doesn’t take long before I reach my first pinnacle. I’ve never found release from penetration before, and it’s incredible. It’s stronger than any other orgasm I’ve had, causing more than just my legs to shake.

Misha must realize what’s happening because he stops our kiss, allowing me to breathe, and pulls my head into his shoulder. His mouth doesn’t go long without me. He’s in my ear, nibbling and kissing underneath it in a way that keeps me breathless.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Fall apart for me, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl. You come so beautifully for me…Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock like a vise right now…That’s it, just like that, darling. ”

He coos into my ear, talking me through my orgasm, his pace never faltering. Even when I’ve collapsed lazily back on the bed, he doesn’t alter his pace. Not that I would want him to. It feels so good. Too good. Instead of opening my eyes, I revel in the moment, listening to the sounds of our union filling the room. I’m wetter after my orgasm, and I can hear it, with every thrust eliciting a smack as well as the slapping of our bodies.

And feeling.

I’m much more sensitive now that I’ve come, and with heightened sensation, every thrust hits home differently. Misha is like fire everywhere we touch, sending shock waves through me. He’s allowed me a moment to breathe, but his mouth is still working the rest of my body, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting where he can reach. I know I’ll be a walking hickey tomorrow, but I don’t care. I’ll proudly let the world know who’s been fucking me.

“Look at me, pretty girl. I need to see those beautiful eyes.”

My eyes fly open at his praise, and the vision alone has me on the brink of another orgasm. His skin is slick with sweat from his work, his hair is disheveled and dripping, and his eyes are glazed over. He’s a fucking vision, and I can’t help but clench around him.

He smirks, making him unethically handsome. “You can squeeze all you want, but I’m nowhere near close to being finished with you, darling. And you have many more orgasms to go before I let you milk one from me.”

At that, his pace does change. He speeds up but doesn’t change his position, and I’m coming again in no time. This time, he doesn’t let me breathe, kissing me with even more enthusiasm than earlier. Why does sex feel so much better when someone’s tongue is in your mouth? Well, not just anyone’s tongue. Misha is the only man whose kiss has made me feel butterflies.

He works me up again and again, but doesn’t fall off the edge himself until he can’t help it anymore. I see it in his eyes and feel it in the way his body shakes…He needs a release.

Sitting back on his knees, he pulls my hips up into his lap. I didn’t think I would be able to come again, but the way this new angle hits, I inevitably will. His size is amplified as he looms over me. His muscles are flexed from exertion, making his tattoos stand out more than usual.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well. I knew you were made for me. Perfect fucking pussy. My pussy. You’re mine.” He pulls me up from the bed, so that I’m seated in his lap and slows down briefly, rutting languidly into me. “Do you understand, Abby? Mine.”

This angle is everything, stimulating both my G-spot and clit more than before. His piercing makes him feel like so much more, and my vision begins to spot as I struggle to hang on.

“Abby?” he growls, his grip on my hair tightening, signaling his threat.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rake my fingers through his hair and pull. “I’m yours, Misha.”

His restraint falters at my confession, and he drives into me with reckless abandon. “Come for me, lesnaya. One more time…I need to feel you milk my release from me.”

Easy peasy.

I fall apart in his arms immediately, and as promised, he follows right after. Misha holds me tight as his cock throbs inside me and his cum paints my walls. As we sit tangled in each other, frozen in this moment, I know one thing to be irrefutably true.

I do belong to Misha Mavrin. Yet whether he wants me when he knows my truth remains to be seen.

Chapter 20

“Coach, I think it’s time to put Cocoa on a line.”

“Yeah, he’d be a perfect enforcer!”

Bugsy and Thatcher are passionate in their pleas on my behalf, and I laugh along with them until I see Coach eyeing me from head to toe. I know I’m the biggest guy on the team, but surely, he doesn’t actually think…