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The symbolism of the picture doesn’t escape me. Sasha is the ruin of my house of cards, and there’s nothing I can do to change that.
Not even a little.
Not even close.
And maybe, I’ve finally come to terms with that.
My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her in place as I bite down on the Luchik’s right above her mound, adding one more mark to the bruises and hickeys I’ve left there since she got the tattoo.
I’ve never liked my birthday. It’s always reminded me of how Yulia tried to kill me and the black dresses she wears on that particular day as if she’s mourning the event of my birth.
But that was before this fucking woman celebrated it with me.
Her fingers clench in my hair as her pussy contracts over my tongue, and then she’s coming all over my face.
Fuck.
She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
I pull back, and she gasps when I bite her tattoo again, but her face is a masterpiece of undeniable lust.
My own masterpiece.
She’s leaning on both hands, her shirt crumpled and her legs still shaking from the orgasm. However, she watches my every movement as I let her legs fall, then stand up and unbuckle my pants.
She swallows when I fist the belt over my hand and run the metal tip between her thighs, over her stomach, and then wrap it around her throat.
I pump my already hard cock twice, and her lips part, lust and desire shining in her green eyes.
This isn’t the first time she’s done that. Sasha loves it when I’m touching myself. I might have started to do this regularly just to trigger that look.
“You’re going to take my cock like a very good girl, aren’t you?”
She nods, her chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm. I part her legs further, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of her thighs, then I ram inside her in one go.
Sasha moans, “Oh, fuck.”
“You’re welcoming me home again, Solnyshko. That’s it. You’re swallowing my cock so well.”
Her face is tinted red, even though I’m not applying much pressure on the belt.
“More,” she whimpers. “More, Kirill.”
“Not Kirill. Call my other name.”
She bites her lower lip and then whispers in the most erotic voice, “Fuck me harder, Luchik.”
I’m a goner.
There’s no way I can last when she calls me that.
I throw the belt aside, lift her in my arms while still inside her, and slam her against the wall.
I fuck her as if I’ll die without her. I fuck her harder and faster, in rhythm with her moans and screams of pleasure. Then I shove a palm over her mouth and nose. “Shh, you’re too loud.”
She moans against my grip, even as I suffocate the shit out of her. Thing is, I’m not the only one who enjoys breath play. The more I take away her oxygen, the harder her cunt clenches around my cock.
But the part I love the most?
It’s the way her gaze remains on me, trusting me not to actually kill her.
Her pussy tightens, milking me for my orgasm, and her eyes start to go out of focus. I remove my palm, grab her face with both hands, and force her eyes to meet my own. They’re more green than brown, glittery with tears.
These are her pleasure tears, her ‘give me more’ tears. The tears that I want to see on her face for eternity.
I pump into her harder. “Tell me you’re mine, Sasha.”
“I’m…yours.”
“No matter what happens?”
She shudders, her heels digging into my ass as she holds on to me for dear life. “No matter what happens.”
“You can’t change your mind later. You can’t take these words back, and you certainly can’t, under any fucking circumstances, leave me. Do you understand?”
She nods a few times. “I won’t… Oh, God!”
Her head falls on my shoulder, and she sinks her teeth into it as she comes with an erotic moan that triggers my own orgasm.
I fuck her through it before I empty my load inside her. It lasts so long that I’m completely spent.
We remain like that for a few minutes, breathing harshly against one another’s necks.
Sasha pulls back, her big eyes watching me with…fear.
What the fuck?
“I love you,” she whispers, the sound so low that I almost can’t hear it.
But I do.
And my chest feels as if it’s grown wings and is currently flying among the fallen angels.
“You can’t take that back either,” I say with more authority than necessary.
She smiles a little. “I won’t.”
“I mean it, Sasha. Your feelings for me are not allowed to change. Not even a little, not even close. If you feel they will for whatever reason, take the words back right now.”
“No, I won’t.” She strokes my hair, my cheek, and my lips. “No matter what.”
My lips find hers, and she whimpers as I kiss the living shit out of her.
