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Perfection. Celia is nothing less than perfection in a way I don’t deserve. I’m a killer without conscious. A man who has done and seen so much bad shit I shouldn’t be able to sleep at night, yet I do because it’s to her sweet face and voice. Celia is my light in the dark. I don’t care if I don’t deserve her. I will never let her go. I need her the way I need air to breathe. Now, finally, her need for me is as bright and shining as mine for her.
I climb between her legs, and like my good girl she widens them to accommodate me. “Such a good girl opening for me. So wet, I need one last taste.”
Falling on her, I’m greedy for her come. Nothing tastes better in this fucking world then her cream. Her juice is as sweet and tart as my favorite candy as a child. I prided myself on a lack of a sweet tooth, but for Celia’s cunt I’ll eat her until my teeth fall out. As much as I love her juice, the cream of her come is absolutely divine. No hint of tartness, it’s pure frothy cream that’s sweeter than raw honey. If could drink her every hour of the day, I would.
Celia is twisting and writhing, sobbing for my cock. Now she’s ready for it.
Fuck. Running my cock along her slit, all I can think of is how large my cock is compared to her. Yet she gasps then brings her legs wide, begging without words. I slide the head of my cock over her clit, teasing her to let me inside.
“Please, Milos,” she whispers.
Anything she wants. I press into her. Hot, wet, sofuckingtight. I hit her maidenhead. She whimpers with fear.
“You can take me,kotyonok—look at your cunt, so wet. It loves my cock the same way you do. Yes, so fucking wet, so fucking tight. That’s it, such a good girl, you are sofucking good.”
Her neck goes back as her body undulates in welcome. There can be no other way but pain. I wrap my hand around her throat, lean down to swipe her lips with mine until she opens for me. I thrust hard with all my might.
Swallowing her scream, I fight not to sag against her as I bury myself deep inside her, bottoming out within her sweet heaven. Fucking hell. She’sincrediblytight. I fight not to come as her cunt clenches around me. It isn’t in welcome—she’s fighting me.
I take a deep breath, allowing myself to enjoy the pleasure of her body. Between my cock as deep in her as I can be and her cunt clenching around me, I don’t know how I’m not coming. Nothing has ever felt this good in my entire life.
Celia begins beating her small hands on my chest. I grab them. “This is what you asked for,malyshka.This is fucking. No soft words or touches. Rough, hard, and fast is how I fuck. I warned you.”
Running my hands down her thighs, I grasp under her knees and push them back and up until she’s wide open to me. Then I begin thrusting deep, hard, fast, relentless, punishing her for fighting me.
Her whimpers of pain fill the room. It’s several minutes—every one of them agony as I fight not to come before her sweet cunt pulses around my cock while pain fades and becomes pleasure. Only seconds after, she’s grasping my cock with the need to keep me inside her every time I pull out, then welcoming me when I thrust deep inside her.
“That’s it,malyshka. I told you your cunt loves my cock. Your cunt is as greedy as your mouth, gripping me tight—begging me not to leave it. Don’t worry, as soon as you recover from this hard fucking I’ll be inside you daily. So often and for so long your cunt will mold to my cock. You’ll feel empty without me inside you.” I grit out, fighting to come as her cunt responds to my words by clenching tighter and tighter.
“Yes, Milos, yes.” She moans.
“Breeding you means filling you with my seed, so often you’re never empty of me. You’ll crave my cock and seed inside your cunt. No more coming in your mouth until we know you’re bred. I can’t wait until your breasts are bigger and full of milk, your belly round, your body even more lush. As sexy as you are now, I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hand off you. My woman ripe with our baby—there is nothing hotter than that.”
She’s shaking her head, yet her moans echo in the room as her hips rise up for me. Her cunt begins squeezing me so tight I see stars. I let go of her legs and slip my hand between us and my thumb over her clit. A few circles of her clit sends her into a climax with a cry of my name—nothing in this world has ever sounded better. Reins off, I pound her hard and deep until I bottom out in her cunt. I don’t move as I fill her full of come—saying a prayer into the silky skin of her neck that I’m giving Celia our first child.
Beneath me she goes completely limp. I fight slipping into the darkness, needing to hold this moment as long as I possibly can. Deep down a part of me feared once this moment came, it would pale in comparison to the dreams and fantasies of four long years. Yet if anything, it exceeded every one of them. Not because she was tighter than I dreamed or wetter than I could have hoped for, it’s because it was real, no longer a dream.
No sexual experience in my life prepared me for Celia, for what just happened. Perfection is Celia, and Celia is mine.
Chapter23
Celia
I wake up alone,clutching a pillow that smells of Milos. The moment I open my eyes last night rushes over me. I’m still boneless from it, aching and raw. Just the way he warned me I would be. Closing my eyes as each second runs through my mind, it was worth everything.
Wow. I shake my head. There is no other word for it except wow. What shocks me is how insanely hot it was when Milos told me he was breeding me. Merely thinking of it has me squeezing my thighs tight in need. Mission accomplished for me missing him inside me. After how painful it was when he first slammed into me, I didn’t think that was possible. At first the pain was so intense I hated him for it. Until he reminded me it’s what I asked for.
Shame held me still, stopped me fighting. When he began fucking me I told myself to lie there and accept it and hope he finished quickly. Only gradually it no longer hurt. Something began happening. The need was building again. I wanted more—needed more. I wanted Milos inside me, soothing the ache of longing he’d stirred. Close, it was so close, inches away from my reach.
Milos told me I would mold to fit him, he was going to fill me with come. Dirty, so dirty but so fucking hot. I wanted all of him, everything so damn close. He loved my body but he thought I was going to be hotter when I was bigger, pregnant with our baby?Please, it’s right there. Why can’t I reach it?Then he slid his thumb over my clit and the explosion was almost overwhelming, too much, I couldn’t take it. Then he came inside me, filling me like he said he would. Hot, scalding, burning into me, I was swept away in another orgasm.
As I drifted on the waves, slowly sinking below them, for a moment I regretted taking the shot. Until I felt his lips fall on my forehead. No, it was the right thing to do. If he’s in me so often I’ll mold to him, maybe his heart will mold to mine.
Pushing up, I want to find Milos. I discover I’m wearing an eternity band of sapphires that perfectly match my engagement ring. Wow, he really doesn’t do anything in half measures.
I spot my phone plugged into a charger on the bedside table. Warmth hits me. He can be so sweet sometimes. Rolling off the bed, I find the walk-in closet is already open.
What I see has the smile slipping off my face. All my clothes are in here. When did this happen? How did it happen without me waking up? Wait, we’re not sharing a room? Pain explodes in the center of my chest. Squeezing my eyes closed, I hate the way my stomach churns with anxiety. How do we make a marriage in separate bedrooms? What happened to the sexual attraction thing? Was I that bad? Couldn’t he give me time to learn to please him before stuffing me in another room?
