Page 45 of The Beauty Who Loved Him

Vera’s fingers locked around his wrists, hips still bucking. “Doesn’t change anything.”

Vaslav opened his mouth to respond, but she was quick to quiet him when her hand landed on his chin. One finger pressed against his lips. He could hear how close she was to the precipice of her release by the high, hitched way she spoke and how tight and fast her rocking hips came along his cock while her warm, soft ass massaged his balls.

“It doesn’t change facts,” she said, the last word smacking from her lips. “It takes one sperm, that sperm doesn’t even have to start inside my body, either. How long did you have me on my knees last night while you jerked off against my pussy? Rubbed me one out after, too, Vas—” His fingers clamped down harder, making her hiss his name a second time, but it wasn’t enough to quiet her. “It isn’t any different, you’re playing with semantics because it makes you feel better. And I just want to—”

He bit down on her finger, and that worked. Not only to shut her up, but also to coax out the orgasm she’d been working on for minutes now.

Shocker.

His tender companion, all sweet even in her sin, sometimes needed a bit of pain, too. He didn’t regret silencing anything else she wanted to throw at him when she was three seconds away from screaming her brains out, either. They could play a game of who knew biology better after she got off, frankly.

She kept one hand around his wrist, and the other slid down his chest as her hips came to a jerky stop while she cried out her relief. Pleasure hummed through every inch of her body as she wiggled on him from the sensitivity between her thighs.

“God,” she breathed, still not quite ready to catch her breath yet, “you just had to do that to me.”

“Well, you wouldn’t shut up.”

“I’m still not wrong,” she shot back.

His balls ached again, but all it took was a single glance down to see the precum leaking from the head of his cock. The same seed he took such a careful effort to destroy ever since he understood the concept of passing his poison on, he didn’t need a longer family line. Life was simpler when people didn’t call Vaslav out on his bullshit, but Vera seemed to take every opportunity to do so as a challenge.

Most times, she probably wouldn’t regret it. He couldn’t make it a promise, though. This time, however, he wouldn’t deny her what she wanted. His ego would take the hit and let her be right.

For once.

Pushing away from the headboard, Vaslav caught Vera with a kiss that left her weak in his hands. She seemed all too happy to be devoured with every swipe of his lips over hers. She was still shaking when his tongue speared past her open mouth to tangle with hers as he shoved her back to the bed. Her hair spread like a halo over the cream sheets, and she widened her legs for him the second he hovered over her.

Vaslav shook his head, saying only, “Oh, no, kisska. You wanted what you wanted, remember? I’m going to make sure I’m as deep in you as I can get for it, too.”

He grabbed her hip to flip her onto her stomach, and only the sharp intake of her exhale echoed in the room when he hooked an arm around her knees, and dragged her ass higher. Not much, but he spread her legs wide again while he stroked his cock with fast, tight pumps of his fist. She was quite a sight like that, waiting and spread open. Slipping two fingers between her folds, he hummed his approval at the slick heat he found waiting for him while she squirmed as he toyed with her clit for a few hard circles just to wake her body back up again.

She would be paradise wrapped around him, bare, snug, and soaked. Vaslav couldn’t wait.

And then she wiggled at him.

Or rather, her ass.

“Hurry.”

Her quip earned her the smack of his palm landing where her thigh melted into the swell of her ass. The bright pink handprint he left behind was as pretty as the hiss that cut through Vera’s lips while her muscles went tight from her head on her toes.

“You hush,” he replied.

“If you do that again, on the other side.”

Vaslav laughed, and gave her exactly what she wanted. It left her ass with matching handprints on both sides, and he planned on adding a hell of a lot more while he palmed handfuls of her perky ass while he buried himself balls deep until he couldn’t fucking breathe. He’d leave a bruise for every single finger on his hands, and he bet she would still ask for more.

Why couldn’t he spend his entire day like this?

He wasn’t asking for much.

The second the head of his cock was poised at the opening of Vera’s wet slit, she was already trying to back on him, rolling her hips and ass into him to get even an inch more. Yet, he held her off. Even when she whined and her fingers curled into the bedsheets.

He waited.

Just long enough for her to relax.

And then he was all in.