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Her toes curl into the thin rug beneath the bed. From where I stand, I can easily see her breasts swaying with her jerky movements when the belt lands. Her hard nipples brush against the bed.
“Look at me, Pchelka,” I say, moving my left hand to her ass, feeling the heat I’ve created there. My heart sings when she turns to me, tears streaking her cheeks. It’s her pupils that make me love this. They are large, nearly extinguishing her blue irises with her desire.
“I think you just make up reasons to spank me,” she says as she flicks the tears away with her fingertips.
“I think with you, I’ll never need to make up a reason.” I drop the belt to the floor, onto the pile of her clothes. “How wet is your pussy?”
Her brow snaps down, like she’s ready to launch an attack at me for bringing her arousal to her attention.
“That’s all right. I’ll check for you.”
Avery
He’s goingto find out. I clench my eyes shut and turn away. My ass is on fire, but I can’t hide how turned on I am at this moment. As soon as his finger touches my pussy, he will see how wet I am. I’m practically dripping.
The harder the belt struck, the higher my need for him flew. With a featherlike touch, he skates his fingers across to the seam of my cheeks. Then with purposeful movements he pushes between.
Right against my puckered asshole. Immediately, I clench with every bit of energy I possess.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Pchelka, your asshole is safe today. But soon I will take you here, too. I want every bit of you.” His accent seems to get thicker when he says such vulgar things.
“That’s a bit arrogant, don’t you think?” I glance over my shoulder at him to find his dark eyes bound to mine.
“Not arrogant. Confident.” With our gazes locked, he moves his hand down further, cupping my ass for a brief second before slipping between my thighs and finding an entirely different heat waiting for him.
There will be no living with him now.
“So wet, Pchelka. You’ve made such a mess of yourself.” He runs his fingers over my sex, collecting my arousal. His tongue runs along his bottom lip as he brings his hand back to my ass to smear my juices across my cheek.
His hands leave me and immediately I want them back.
“On your back, Pchelka. Open your pretty legs for me so I can see your sweet pussy.” He smacks my ass to get me moving.
By the time I’m settled, he’s removed his clothing. And now, with my mind clearer, my focus completely on him, I’m able to appreciate the man before me. Being naked should make him look more vulnerable, but it’s the opposite.
Unconquerable. That’s how he looks with all his muscle, his dark hair, his set jaw, his tattooed fingers stroking his long, thick cock while he climbs on the bed with me. Completely unconquerable.
The bed dips beneath his weight as he moves between my legs. Reaching between my thighs, he finds my clit easily with his fingers. Electricity shoots through me the moment he touches my clit.
“How sore are you from last night?” he asks, leaning over my body and capturing my nipple between his teeth.
My breath whooshes from my lungs. The man likes to bite.
“Is your pussy still tender?” he asks while kissing his way to my other breast.
I’m too lost in what his tongue is doing with my nipple to form a coherent answer.
“Hmm, my Pchelka is having trouble talking today.” He brings his eyes up to mine. “Not a problem you had a few minutes ago.” He reminds me of my transgression by pushing my hips down until the bedding rubs against my sore ass. It feels swollen and bruised, but it’s nothing compared to the burning between my legs that only his touch can extinguish.
He thrusts two fingers into my pussy, curling them at just the right angle to set off sparks in my core.
“Ah, feels good?” He kisses the valley between my breasts, pumping his fingers in and out slowly. “No tenderness?”
“A little.” I finally breathe out my answer. There is some discomfort, but not nearly enough to ask him to stop. If anything, it makes me want more. I’m turning into a pain whore for him. Something to unpack later. After his fingers aren’t playing me like a fiddle made just for him.
“That’s too bad.” He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his lips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll remember it for days to come.”
He positions the head of his cock at my entrance and blankets himself over me, capturing my mouth beneath his with his first powerful thrust. I cry out into his mouth as my body absorbs the strength of his movement. He gives no quarter and pulls back to plow forward again and again as my body tries to accommodate him, tries to stretch around his thickness.
