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“Make me,” I bite back.
Andrei carries me to the bed and dumps me onto the mattress without an ounce of grace or care. He’s on top of me, once again kissing my lips with such ferocity it leaves me seeing stars. My hands fly to his chest, stumbling over his buttons as I try to undo them. His fingers slip beneath the skirt of my dress, sliding their way up to expose my thighs.
There’s no time to marvel at all his tattoos. There’s no time to focus on anything but the throb of my pussy and the hard press of his cock. It’s quick work—we’re moving at breakneck speeds. He reaches between us to undo his belt. The metallic rip of his zipper screams loudly in my ear. He leaves for a moment to grab the condom he’s placed on the bedside table, returning so quickly I don’t have a chance to admire his length. Andrei all but rips my panties off me, lines himself up, and—
He slides into me with no resistance whatsoever, my pussy so slick with want he’s able to bury his cock deep inside me on the first thrust. It nonetheless leaves me winded, gripping the sheets with a choked gasp of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“A-Andrei—”
His pace is punishing and so,sodivine. He fills me to the brim, the stretch so unbelievably delicious I swear I’ve elevated to a new state of being. There’s something possessive about the way Andrei grips me by the waist, pounding into me with such force the whole bed beneath us starts to move. I can take it though—and heknowsI can take it. That’s why he never eases up, not even when my breathing becomes frantic, and the tight coil of heat and pressure builds and builds and builds until—
I shatter around his cock, my walls pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. It’s so overwhelming I think I might drown. I don’t scream like he wants me to, though, mostly because I don’t want to give Andrei the satisfaction and ego boost—earned or otherwise.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he grumbles, suddenly pulling out so he can flip me roughly onto my belly. Andrei grabs me by the hips and drags me to the edge of the bed, where he promptly kicks my legs apart and shoves right back into me.
The new angle brings with it a sudden burst of ecstasy, the head of his cock sliding over my sweet spot repeatedly. I moan against the sheets, more than a little aware of how hoarse my voice is getting. He’s hiked my dress up past my waist, gripping my ass so hard it stings. Oddly enough, I actually like the way it burns. I enjoy the feeling of the handprint he’s no doubt left behind.
The second time I come, there’s very little build up and a complete surprise. Andrei slips a hand beneath me, swiping his fingers over my aching clit. He draws tight circles against me as he snaps his hips forward—and suddenly I’m a goner, moaning incoherent nonsense into the mattress.
He doesn’t stop, his pace steady and unyielding. I’m vaguely aware of all the filthy things he’s saying, but it’s too hard to focus on his words. Instead, I concentrate on the sound of his voice, the low rumble of his vowels stirring inside my chest. His smell is intoxicating, his touch, addictive.
He mumbles into my hair. “Are you done already, princess? Or do you think you can handle more?”
I can tell by that infuriatingly cocky tone of his that he’s baiting me on purpose. If anything can be said about me, it’s that I never back away from a challenge.
“Do your worst,” I hiss.
Andrei hums contently, the lovely sound sending goosebumps crawling down my arms. “Since you asked for it.”
He presses his full weight on top of me, pinning me beneath his body with one hand wrapped around my throat while the other continues to tease my sensitive clit. For a moment, the alarm bells in my head go off. I’ve never felt more vulnerable than I do now. All it would take is for Andrei to squeeze, to cut off my airflow…
But I trust him not to. He only lays his hand over my throat, kissing my ear, my cheek as he continues to drive in and out of me. And the entire time, he fills my head with the dirtiest words imaginable.
“So nice and tight… Do you have any idea how wet you are for me, Antonova?”
“A-Andrei—”
“That’s right, princess. Scream my name. Come on, I know you want to.”
“Fuck, I’m so… I think I’m going to—”
“You want to come again? Is that what you want, princess?”
I moan loudly. “Yes!”
“Then you know what you have to do.”
I hate giving in, but it’s so hard to care when I feel this good. The tight coil of heat burns brighter and hotter with every passing second. Before I know it, I’m crashing into my high, every cell within my body suddenly an inferno. I scream his name, high-pitched and desperate. Andrei isn’t far behind me, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
We lie there together on the bed for a moment. I’m delightfully dizzy, my muscles burning like I’ve just had the best workout session of my life. Everything’s abuzz, the post-sex exhaustion sweeping over me in full force.
I don’t fully snap back to reality until I feel Andrei wrap his arms around me, holding me with far more tenderness than I ever would have expected from a man like him. When he presses sweet kisses against my forehead and into my hair, I realize…
This is wrong. This is so,sowrong.
Do I regret it? Of course not.
