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I moan again as the filthy words wash over me, sending a flood of arousal gushing between my thighs, the pressure of his cock pushing inside of me drawing a low keen of pained pleasure from my lips. He’s too big, but in the best way, and I start to open my mouth to ask him to go slowly, but it’s too late.
“Fuck–I need–fuck!” He curses aloud, and I feel his hips jerk as he loses the battle of wills between his effort to enter me slowlyand his need to be inside of the wet, tight heat waiting for him. His hips snap forward, shoving him into me, huge and thick and too much. I let out a scream of pain that turns into pleasure as he sinks into me to the hilt, filling me beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Fucking take it–” he hisses between clenched teeth as his hand wraps in my hair again, pulling my head back as his hips rock against me. Tears well in my eyes, the burn of his cock warring with the satisfaction of being so well-filled, and I let out a low, sobbing moan.
His hand slips beneath me, his fingertips finding my slick, sensitive clit, and I gasp as he starts to rub me there, more gently than I expected. “That’s right,” he murmurs as my hips twitch, leaning back into him. “Take it, ah–fuck–that’s a good girl. Take all of my big fucking cock.Fuck–”
I can feel another orgasm building. His fingers roll over my clit, slow and steady, in the perfect rhythm as he starts to thrust. Slow and shallow at first, rocking his hips into me as he pushes himself as deeply as he can go again and again, and then he pulls out to the tip, keeping me stretched with his swollen cockhead as he rubs my clit faster, stroking the first inch of his cock in and out of me.
“Are you ready,kotenok?” he murmurs, his fingers leaving my clit as he reaches for my hand, replacing his fingers with my own. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, and I want you to come when I do. Touch yourself for me, good girl–”
I start to stroke my clit, lost in a fog of pleasure that feels like almost too much, his dirty talk only serving to intensify all of it. I never in my life thought I’d like any of this, that it would turn me on almost beyond what I can take. Still, I feel as if I’m floating ina sea of sensation, everything swirling around me until I feel raw and aroused beyond description, on the verge of a climax that I know he expects me to hold back until he comes.
I should ask him to put on a condom.It occurs to me a second too late as he slams his cock into me, driving me forward into the pillows, and I can’t speak.
He thrusts into me relentlessly, driving into me again and again, his groans of pleasure filling the air as I rub my clit frantically, my hand wedged between my thighs as he pins me to the bed with only my ass up in the air, a vessel for his pistoning cock. I feel helpless, used, my body nothing but a means for his pleasure, a place for him to come, and something about that feeling of utter helplessness in the face of his need and mine makes me feel unable to do anything except lose myself in it.
“I’m going to come–” he groans, his fingers sinking into the flesh of my hips, holding me in place as he plunges his cock into me again, his hips grinding against my ass. “Fuck, it’s too good. I can’t–”
Ifeelthe moment he comes, the hard swelling of his cock, the hot rush of his cum as I let myself go too, my body spasming and clenching rhythmically around his as he pushes my face down into the pillow, his hand in my hair as he holds me down to empty his cum inside of me.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking good–I can feel you coming,fuck–” Mikhail’s hips slam into my ass again, driving his cock deeper. I can feel the heat of his cum on my thighs, dripping out of me as he shudders with the last spasms of his climax. “Ohfuck–”
I can’t move. My hand is still wedged between my thighs, my body shuddering with pleasure, and I feel more of his cum spillout of me as he pulls out, his cock sliding half-hard against my thigh as he rolls to one side. I don’t think I could get up if my life depended on it, and I let out a low, shuddering sigh as I feel his hand stroking the small of my back.
“You should stay,” he says, his voice low and drowsy. “I said it already–but it’s late. And besides, who knows what we’ll get up to in the morning? I’ll make you breakfast.”
“I don’t think I can walk anyway,” I say softly, laughing as I finally find the strength to roll onto my side, facing him. He looks even more gorgeously handsome like this, his sandy blond hair falling into his face, clinging a little to his forehead with sweat, his hard, muscled body entirely on display for me. Even softened, his cock is impressive, lying against his thigh as he looks at me, his hand still stroking my hip. His body is utter perfection, lean and chiseled, and I reach out despite myself, running the tips of my fingers over the ridges of his abs. I feel him shudder beneath my touch, and I feel myself forgetting how angry I was with him, how much I hate him sometimes.
It would be nice to sleep next to someone for a change. I have no idea when it might happen again.
“I’ll stay,” I say softly.
I don’t expect us to cuddle as we sleep, and we don’t, but his hand stays on my hip, my fingers brushing against his stomach. I vaguely feel him pulling a blanket over us both, but my eyes are heavy and my body exhausted, and I slip into sleep before I’m even really aware that’s what’s happening.
When I feel his hands on me again, I think I’m dreaming. I feel pleasure tingling over my skin, strong fingers massaging my clit, and I hear the low groan of a man lost in his own lust. I feel athick cock pressing against my sore entrance; my body protests as it starts to fill me again.
“Mikhail?” I ask sleepily, my eyes opening to see him above me, pinning me onto my back as he thrusts into me, his body a straining shape in the darkness.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his hips jerking as he slides deeper. “So fucking good–I woke up so fucking hard. I had to fuck you again. You take my cock so fucking well–I want to feel you come on it again–”
I’m sore beyond belief from the rough sex earlier. However, I can feel my body responding to him already, still wet from before and aroused all over again. He slides against me, hard and muscular, his cock sinking into me as deeply as he can go as he reaches for my hands, pinning them over my head.
I gasp, moaning as his pelvic bone grinds against my clit, pressing down as he rocks against me, deep and hard, making my entire body shudder. “Oh god, you’re going to make me–”
“That’s right, come for me,” he croons, his hands tightening around my wrists as he starts to thrust harder, faster, making my entire body tense as pleasure bursts through me. I’m so close, hovering on the edge, and every stroke of his thick cock pushes me closer, the friction against my clit making it that much easier to reach the release I suddenly need so desperately again.
“Come for me,” he whispers against my ear, his body pinning me to the bed, holding my hands against the headboard, and I feel myself starting to shudder, the first waves of my climax uncoiling inside of me–
And then I feel something else.
It feels like cold metal around my wrists, likecuffs, and I jerk under him, my entire body tensing as I try to pull away. He thrusts, hard, holding me down with his weight, impaling me on his cock, and a flood of fear washes over me as I hear theclickof handcuffs closing around my wrists in the same instant that I start to come.
I twist underneath him, pleasure and terror tangled up with one another as I try to jerk away and realize that Ican’t. My hands are held in place, and the thought has trouble taking shape as I convulse and shudder through the orgasm that’s still tearing through me, driven by the thrust of his cock into me, his fingers that are now rubbing my clit as I moan helplessly, caught by him in more ways than one.
As the fog of pleasure starts to clear, I jerk at the cuffs again, the cold terror of what he’s doing beginning to wash everything else away. “What are you doing?” I ask angrily, yanking hard. “I don’t like this, Mikhail! This is too far. I didn’t agree to this–let me go!” I jerk at them again, twisting, trying to dislodge him from where he’s still leaning on my hips, his hard cock still inside of me. “Let me fucking go!”
He laughs, his blue eyes bright in the darkness.
