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My nipples are hard, they're aching to be touched. Experimentally I bring my hands to my breasts and play with the hardened buds. I moan at the varying sensations that are skimming over my body.
Adrian doesn't let up as he feasts on my pussy like it's his last meal. I grind myself on his face as bursts of pleasure zip through me. Adrian gazes up at me through hooded eyes, a wicked smile on his arousal-tinged lips. He places a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh before he stands and strips from his trousers.
I still can’t believe I had that thing in my mouth.
It’s hard and ready, pointing straight at me.
He gives himself a few hard tugs, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Vanya?”
I may as well be a bobblehead with how hard I am nodding.
He tugs at his cock harder, and I swear to god, I salivate.
“Beg me,” he whispers darkly. “Beg your soon-to-be husband to fuck you.”
Can you orgasm just from words? I’m about to find out. His voice is low and throbbing with desire and need. He stands like an Adonis before me, perfectly sculpted. My body is on fire for him. He wants me to beg for him. I'm flying so high on arousal that he could ask me to get on my hands and knees and bark like a dog and I would do it.
I search his gaze for any malicious intent. Is he asking me to beg for it because he wants to use it against me later? To taunt me and call me a whore? But none of that's there. Not like it was before when he made me ride his boot until I came. No, all I see there is a deep lust brimming through him.
“Please—” I lick my lips and smirk up at him, my eyes dancing.
“Yes?”
“Please fuck me.”
He grins and stops stroking himself.
“I’m sorry,” he teases. “What?”
I playfully narrow my eyes at him.
“Oh, please mighty king,” I drawl dramatically. “Please fuck me with your magic cock.”
Adrian's playful expression drops turning predatory and ruthless. He kneels on the bed situating himself back between my thighs. My pulse is fluttering like a hummingbird's wings, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
His fingers dance over my hardened nipples before scurrying up my chest to wrap around my throat. He's slow and calculated, a direct contradiction to the fire burning like embers in his eyes. Then he strikes. His mouth latches onto mine in a fury of passion as his hardness brushes up and down my slit.
Christós.
A growl emanates from deep in his chest as his thin hold on his control begins to fray. I know it's going to hurt. I'm not naive enough to believe that there won't be some kind of pain. My mother, when I got engaged to Peter, encouraged me to just lay back and take it. To let him claim what was his and not make a fuss. She'd said it was never good for the woman and that I shouldn't expect to be pleasured. That's the only advice she ever gave me. How utterly fucking sad for her.
The swollen head of his manhood probes my opening. I tense, my muscles going rigid. Adrian shushes me, his soft voice whispering words of encouragement in my ear. One hand cradles the back of my head while the other is bracing his weight on the mattress. Another push and then a sharp burn tears through my core as he fills me in a single, forceful thrust.
My hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into the soft flesh as my back arches and my hips try to pull away from the sudden intrusion. I bite my bottom lip and stifle a groan. Adrian's hand on the back of my head massages soothing circles as he gently kisses me, distracting me from the pain. He doesn't move, keeping still to allow me to adjust to his size.
“Open your eyes,moya malen'kaya I'vitsa,” he orders. Taking a deep breath, I do as I'm told. It stutters for a moment when he swivels his hips against mine. He pulls out and my body feels the sudden loss of fullness. Then he plunges back inside of me. He presses his chest against mine, his lips exploring every inch of my skin that he can reach. He thrusts again and again, his brutal pace slowly turning the bitter agony into bountiful pleasure as every hard inch of his manhood fills me.
Adrian's eyes hold mine for a moment and a sly smile crosses his handsome face. He sits back on his heels and grabs up my ankles in one hand to rest on his left shoulder. I moan in pleasure, the new position causing him to hit something deeper inside of me.
Every neuron in my body is firing, overwhelmed. I can feel the coil in my core tightening and tightening until it feels like it's ready to snap. There's something deeper about this pleasure, something stronger.
“Adrian,” I beg. “Please…” I don't even know what I'm begging for just that I need to. There's something coming, it's sitting right there on a knife’s edge, but I can't seem to get it to fall over. His hand falls between us, his thumb pressing against my clit.
“Come for me,” he commands with all the strength of a god. “Scream for me.”
He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he fucks me harder. I'm muttering incoherently. Somehow, I've lost the ability to speak. Moans and whimpers spill over my lips like a waterfall. I need more. I want more.
