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We haven’t had sex since he took my virginity, which was partly my doing because I was sore. But now, all I can focus on is feeling him inside me once again. He kneels behind me and caresses between my shoulder blades, and then across to my side. His fingertips dance over my flank, stroking over my tattoo.
I am a live wire, anticipating everything and anything because I don’t know what he has planned for me, but with my ass in the air, I know it’s going to be good. With a torturous slow rhythm, he glides his fingers down my body, coming to a stop at my ass. He cups one cheek, then he spanks me once again with a heavy exhale.
My body recoils forward with the force, but I bounce back into position, wanting more. He does it again and again. My flesh is on fire as it flickers from the pleasure and pain. I hang my head between my shoulders, quivering in need when he lowers his lips to my ass and follows the sting with a kiss.
Every part of me clenches in need.
“Get down on your elbows and spread your legs.”
Biting my lip, I stifle my moan and comply. This position leaves nothing to the imagination, which is exactly what Saint wants because when he spreads my ass cheeks and lowers his mouth to my sex, there is nothing between us but this unadulterated bliss.
He scoops an arm under my belly, coaxing me to lift my hips higher and ride his face as he eats me out. I buck backward, moaning in pleasure as he works his tongue into me. The fur throw rubs against my nipples as my breasts sway back and forth. Everything is heightened, and I can’t stop the screams that escape me.
Saint squeezes my ass cheek before spanking me again. His mouth and tongue never break tempo as he continues to consume me with an urgent demand. I propel forward from the force of his hand, but when he rubs my tender flesh and suckles my clit quickly, I’m unable to stop myself from bouncing on his face, desperate for a release. But he is teasing me, prolonging my orgasm and staying true to his word.
He is beyond infuriating because this is torture.
I angle my hips to increase the friction, but he drives his tongue in deep, inches from my sweet spot. “Fuck,” I groan, clenching my body in frustration.
A warm, victorious chuckle vibrates all through me as Saint continues. His mouth is wet and supple, and his beard is coarse, adding to this conflicting sensation of pleasure and pain. He is fierce and wild, and when he licks upward, circling my puckered entrance with his tongue, I concede because I am going to fucking explode.
“Please, Saint. I want—”
However, I can no longer speak because he robs me of breath when he bites my ass cheek, then aligns our bodies and sinks into me with an impassioned moan. My eyes bulge from my head. I’m filled full to the brim, but when he grips my hips and begins to move, I want more.
He drives into me with long, deep strokes, pulling out and then plunging back in. I take everything he gives, and even though this is only my second time, I learn the dance quick enough because our bodies work in unison.
His breaths are hot and heavy, and the slapping of our slick flesh adds to the sensation of being joined this way. I can feel every hard inch of him entering me without apology as he imbeds himself deep. This position intensifies the pleasure because each stroke seems to rub over my swollen clit.
I bounce back onto his cock, whimpering loudly because the faster we move, the more heightened my senses become. He controls the speed and tempo, fucking me with feral hunger. His grip on my waist is punishing, but I like it.
He reaches for my right swaying breast, squeezing passionately and thumbing over my pearled nipple. He circles my areola, humming when I cry out in delight.
I can feel him everywhere, on every single inch of me, and when he reaches down and rubs my center, I don’t stand a chance and detonate in a loud, desperate cry. My body uncoils, and I suddenly feel like I’m floating.
But Saint isn’t done. He continues sinking into me, and when he curses in Russian, it only reignites my fire.
Once the last tremor rocks my body, I clench my muscles, relishing in Saint’s guttural groan. I have no idea what I’m doing, but work on instinct and move my hips forward. Before he has a chance to question what I’m doing, I spin around and push him onto his back.
He falls willingly, watching with ravenous eyes as I climb onto his lap. Positioning myself over him, I grip his cock and slowly sink onto it. A string of Russian leaves him as he arches his head backward, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows deeply.
Whenever he speaks Russian, something comes over me, and now is no exception. I rock my hips, hissing in disbelief at how deep he is. I feel awkward as I have no idea if I’m doing this right, but it feels fucking incredible, nonetheless.
I place my hands against his slick chest, running my finger over his barbell as I continue rocking. Spread out before me, I look down at the beast and admire how truly epic he is. He is rough and wild, and when we lock eyes, I am lost to this feeling of being joined as one.
He watches me closely, running his hands up and down my thighs as I find my rhythm. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he says as I move my hips back and forth.
“Does this feel okay?” I breathlessly ask, biting my lip when he jerks inside me.
“More than just okay. I will never get enough of you. Of this,” he pants, wrapping his large hand around my flank, over my tattoo. “??? ????????. ? ??????.”
“Oh, god,” I cry out, bowing backward. He suddenly rears up and suckles my breast. His tongue flicks over my nipple while I squeeze my eyes shut. “What, what did you say?”
“I said—” He suddenly coaxes me to change my rhythm as he lies back down. Instead of rocking, he locks his hands around my waist and lifts me, then slams me onto him, impaling me on his cock.
“Holy Mother of God!” I scream, shuddering uncontrollably.
A smirk tugs at his bowed lips. “Feel good?”
