Page 79 of Fractured Ties

“Please, please, pl—”

She already had the head of his cock rubbing up and down her wet slit, and it only took one well-aimed flex of his hips to bury his length deep in her cunt. She tensed all around him—just a brief second where her body froze, and then the tension released with a long exhale. Relief, he knew. It sounded like relief, and he fucking felt it, too.

That relief was hot, and tight, and wet all around him. Sucking him in and holding him there like she wasn’t going to let go. Her pussy was one thing to taste—quite another thing to fuck.

“Fucking killing me,” he grunted against her mouth. “Didn’t I tell you once not to beg unless I asked you to?”

Maya’s blue eyes were wide and locked on his. Those pupils of hers were blown out and fiery with lust. “Don’t you want me to beg?”

His fingers tightened on her throat.

She laughed.

Sweet, and teasing, and coy.

“Be careful, woman,” he warned. “You don’t know—”

He was going to say, Who you’re fucking with.

But he thought … maybe she did know.

He knew she did when Maya said, “I’ll let you know when I’m made of glass, but right now isn’t it, Kolya.”

It was the hot rake of her fingernails down his chest, and her teeth cutting into his jaw when she pretended like she was going to kiss the spot, that had him pressing her hard into the bed, and he started pounding into her. Those sweet whines and sounds of hers came out a little more desperate than before—harsher and louder and better.

Every snap of his hips was answered by her dragging those fingernails over his body, and her pussy clamping harder around his dick. She was wetter than a lake, and nothing urged him on more than the sounds her cunt made every time he thrust back in.

But hell, she could take him.

Every inch—thick and long—she took him.

Begging, and pretty, and sinful.

Her skin was pink, and slick. Her teeth were clenched and bared.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped.

How could he, really?

His balls were already tight.

His back, tense as fuck.

He was going to come.

And then he was going to bend her over and fuck her again.

That much he knew.

That was all he wanted to know.

Reality could swing back around to kick him in the ass later. Kolya wasn’t here for it tonight. Not while he had Maya like this, anyway.

• • •

Kolya drifted his fingers over the soft expanse of Maya’s bare shoulder and ignored the buzzing phone in his pocket. The caller, and business, could wait—they were still going to be there once he was done here.

Maya slept peacefully.