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One free hand, trailing down to touch my clit after he discards my soaking wet panties.

“How can you not be mine when you’re fucking dripping for me?” He struggles to speak, feral with the desire swirling in his brown orbs.

“Look at you making a mess, my sweet little liar.” His finger slides effortlessly inside my desperate hole and he thrusts in both my mouth and pussy at the same time.

I gag when he adds another finger, parting my lips, making room for his thick fingers and he coos gently. “Still not mine?”

I’m still shaking my head when his thumb circles around my clit, pressing the bundle of nerves harshly and I buck instinctively.

I moan around his fingers, sucking and licking them keenly. I was callow at first but I’m not as bad as I initially was at giving blow jobs, even though he never told me hated it.

He’s come down my throat countless time and I’m always left satisfied enough to forget all my problems.

We haven’t talked about condoms yet, he always pulls out before coming inside me, clearly indicating he doesn’t want to get me pregnant, not that I want that either.

“Look at me.” He lightly taps my cheek with his wet hand, forcing me back to reality. “Where’d you go?” He asks and I simply shake my head.

He moves back, taking his warmth away from me and grabs my hips to pull me closer. His crotch meeting my pussy, his thick cock standing angrily, the purple crown covered with a drop of pre-cum.

“Like what you see?” He asks and I shake my head prompting him to chuckle. “You certainly like what you feel when it’s inside you.” He rests the head of his cock near my hole. “You grip me so nice and tight, draining me of every single drop.” And thrusts inside me in one swift motion.

The sudden intrusion sends a jolt through my body and I nearly scream, still not used to his size entirely despite our clockwork routine, everyday survival depending on fucking.

“Ah, fuck…Sergei.”

“Look at you moaning for me, still not mine?” He tries again and when I shake my head, he thrusts so deep, I feel it in my lower abdomen. I feel so full and can only clench around him, afraid of feeling empty.

“ты мой” He groans in Russian and I pull him closer, his voice is usually highly accented but when he’s inside me, he sounds so rough, it undoes me in the most delicious ways. “You hear me? Ты мне нужна больше, чем воздух.”

He pounds harder with every word that leave his lips and touches mine, his biting is relentless, sucking and nibbling at the same spot.

“Fuck, yes. Sergei.” My legs wrap around his waist, my feet resting on his arse, and he suspends my lower half in the air, grabbing my waist to jerk me closer with every ruthless pounding.

“I’m fucking sick of watching you run away from me.” I meet him thrust for thrust, as he drags my body up and down, up and down on the mattress. “You won’t fucking leave me.”

My hands rest on his strong forearms holding my hips as he yanks me forward, his dick swelling inside me, his brown locks falling on his forehead as he peers down at me, an unhinged looked marring his face.

He grinds, his pelvis rubbing against my swollen clit and I thrash feverishly.

“Always fucking hiding.” He hits a spot so deep inside me, my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Always fucking escaping.” And again.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

“Remember the way you’re gripping me so tight before you loosen it to leave me.” My nails dig in his forearms as he growls in my ear, my body slumps on the bed with a loud thud, when he flips me around brusquely.

A sharp gasp resonates in the air—mine—as he spanks my arse right before I feel his thick, raging cock slide inside my greedy hole again.

“Fucking mine.” He hits my arse cheek again and I almost tumble forward, saved by his grip around my neck.

“You’re so beautiful, solnyshko.” And he thrusts and thrusts, lifting my body until I’m leaning on his chest. His teeth sink in the crook of my neck leaving me moaning, writhing, begging for more, more and fucking more.

“Ah…Sergei, it-it hurts.” I whimper and he stills instantly. The pressure of his teeth disappears, replaced by the soothing glide of his tongue over the tender skin and I turn on my back, facing him.

“That hurts?” His voice is quiet, almost restrained. “Then imagine what it felt like when you walked away from me.”

His thrusts grow impatient, his movements choppy as he cups my breasts in his hands, pinching and squeezing so hard, as if unable to help himself. “Even when I begged you.”

I feel his dick slide in and out, my insides clenching and my knees give out.