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“Sergei.” I whine like a petulant child and he tsks.

“Elara, are you sure?” He asks and I nod eagerly.

For a few seconds he doesn’t move, glaring into my soul through his dark eyes and whatever he finds there probes him to pull his fingers out on me.

I don’t get the time to protest when his dick circles my opening and he slides in slowly. I feel an inch going inside me and that’s when I stop breathing.

Awaiting the panic attack, now would be the time to lose my absolute shit and I might be crazy but for some reason I think he is also waiting for me to lose it.

I nod wrapping my legs around him, the movement makes him slide another inch of his thick cock in me and I suck in all the air I can.

“S-Sergei.”

“I’m here, baby.” His voice stays calm—completely at odds with what he’s doing—as he slides in fully, not holding back.

My body shifts upward with the force of it, and a sharp breath catches in my throat.

I feel impossibly full, my eyes widening as my heart starts racing at an erratic speed. My hands tremble, gripping onto anything I can reach.

He’s so deep it leaves me reeling, my insides tightening, turning, like I can’t quite catch up to the sensation.

“Oh god!” I gasp, my lips trembling. “Oh, my fucking god.” The words break apart as I choke on a breath, on the tears building in my throat, trying to adjust to him.

My insides are stretched out to their extreme and then some more. It’s so, so much more than I can take but I’m too greedy to give it up.

“You’re doing so good, malyshka.” His voice comes out rough, strained, laced with thick Russian accent.

A bead of sweat rolling down his temple and landing on my lips. I drink it the fuck up, not giving myself even the tiniest bit of time to question my actions.

“You’re taking me so good.” He grunts and moves his hips slowly.

“Aaaaah! Yes, Sergei.”

“F-fuck.” He growls, his hands on my hips, keeping me steady as he slides out of me, leaving only the tip in before thrusting back with full force. “Oh, fucking fuck. It’s heaven inside you.”

His low growl vibrates within him just as another controlled thrust follows, but this time my head knocks back against the glass.

A breathy laugh slips out of me as he stills again, and I’m already swearing under my breath

“I’ll kill you if you stop.” I glare and now it’s his turn to chuckle.

“I’m not going to.” He picks up the pace, “not when your cunt is gripping onto my cock so tightly.” His movements grow faster, rutting into me, every thrust deeper than the previous one.

I rest my hands above and feel my boobs jiggle with every pounding of his hips into mine.

“Bloody hell.” His eyes eat that sight up, biting his own lip before he bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth.

He bites on it so hard and thrusts so deep inside me at the same time, my brain turns foggy.

Everything blurs as he mixes the pain and pleasure creating an entirely unique symphony for me.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” He asks. “For me to fuck you so hard, you see stars.” And Sweet mother of God, I literally see stars in this starless night.

I’m nodding as he jackhammers at an impossibly animalistic intensity. I feel him move inside me, my walls clenching around him every time he pushes back as if wanting to keep his cock sheathed inside me.

My eyes tear up as the pressure starts building low in my stomach.

“Sergei, faster.” I cry out, chasing the almost there release and he delivers.