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He let go of my wet nipple with a pop and continued to ravage the other.
“I dreamed of this for so long,” he grated between sucking me. “Dreamed of fucking you whenever and wherever I want. Pounding this tight pussy until you come all over me.” He jammed another finger in and I screamed.
The car came to a halt and for a moment I feared we had arrived at our destination.
Kristoff slapped my tit. I yelped at the sting.
“Stoplight,” he clipped. “Ride me. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Before I could react, he made his move.
He grabbed me below my hips, tilted me back, and slowly turned me.
It took me a second to catch on. When I tried to get off him to get into the position he desired, he bit my neck. I winced, and he replaced the bite with a sloppy, wet kiss.
“Turn your ass to me slowly, but don’t get off my cock. I’m not leaving your heat.”
As I got into reverse cowgirl position, he continued to tell me of the depraved things he wanted to do to me.
“Remember this,” he whispered into my ear. “I want you to feel me inside of you all day long. When you meet with your friends, order a drink, have a laugh, every damn second, I want you to think of my cock inside of you.”
Finally, my back hit his chest. Feeling overwhelmed in this new position, my head lolled onto his shoulder.
He propped his long legs onto the opposite seat. He still had his pants on, while my dress was bunched around my hips. Somehow, the contrast of my pale white legs against his black dress pants was even more hot.
He maneuvered my legs astride his hips and his hands palmed my breasts, fondling them to the point of pain. Then he flicked my clit with one finger. He did it repeatedly until I grew even more wet. I grabbed his wrist, but he took both my hands into one of his and kept slapping me until my pussy grew hot. All the while, he kept pumping inside me. Sweat coated my inner thighs and the fabric of his pants grated on my ass. I felt powerless. A feeling I’d always abhorred, but loved when it came to this man and him fucking me.
He bit my earlobe. “I’m all yours, Ekaterina. Use me however you like.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. With my hands still shackled by him, I had only one move left. I braced my feet on the leather and lifted my ass. Just when his dick almost left me, I dropped my hips, swallowing him whole again.
He hissed, nipped my ears, and bit my shoulder. All signs of warning, little threats of asking for my submission. Not going to happen today.
I rode his cock long and hard, not giving him any leeway as I lifted my ass up and down.
“I dreamed of this too,” I confessed. “I love feeling you inside of me. You make me feel so full, so desired.” So loved.
His fingers found my clit again and tortured it until he wrung another orgasm out of me.
“When I discovered you went on a date with that college guy, I wanted to kill him.” He slapped my inner thigh, coating it with my cream. “You don’t know how hard it was to not fuck you in the back of the car after I picked you up. Every second of that ride back home I dreamed about slapping your pussy, forcing my cock down your throat, and making you swallow my cum.”
I remembered his stony silence, all right. Clearly I’d mistaken it for disappointment and rage, instead of pent-up lust and rage.
“What else did you want to do to me?”
He let go of my hands and pried open my thighs even wider. Before I knew what was happening, he’d shoved me face-first into the seat in front of me.
“Put your head into your hands.”
I’d barely done it when he lifted my hips and slammed back into me. My body was no longer my own. It was his instrument of pleasure to do with as he pleased. Over and over he fucked me, while all I could do was hold on for the ride. I jerked my head up when his fingers trailed to my back hole.
He leaned over me and whispered into my ear, “That’s mine as well. Every part of your body belongs to me.”
My hands were still braced against the seat while Kristoff pounded into me from behind.
“Same goes for you, mister.”
His answer was more of the same—pounding into me, going deeper and harder this time. His body was a crazed sex machine.
Maybe happily ever after Bratva marriages weren’t so rare after all. Even Elena and Viking had settled into their marriage, and it had been one that had started off with hatred. The same was the case with Lily and Baran.
