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My heart is still pounding as he squats down in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders and looking me in the eyes. “Lie down, my darling Valerie. I’ll be gentle.”
“I… I don’t want you to be gentle,” I reply, my bottom lip shaking as I try to maintain composure. “I want you to hurt me.”
“I won’t ever hurt you, my love,” he whispers.
His words hit me so hard that I fall backward, my arms open and my legs spread for him. My hair is a mess on the cold tile floor, but the temperature is just right against my bare skin. It’s dirty, but that’s the way I want it. I want to be the way I feel inside.
Filthy.
16
Valerie
Pasha climbs on top of me, using his knees to spread my thighs. His body heat is a stark contrast to the coldness of the floor beneath me, and I want him closer. I need him so close that he becomes part of me, or rather that I disappear into him, absorbed into his greatness so that I can be free of myself.
Pasha’s cock brushes against my pussy, and even that’s enough to light a fire in my belly. All I can think about is what he said to me, and how much it changes the way I see him.
I won’t ever hurt you.
I keep my arms out to my sides, my nails digging into the edges of the tiles, sweat beading on my forehead and dripping down into my ears. I can barely hear anything but my own heartbeat until Pasha leans in and whispers into my ear. “That’s right, baby, take it nice and slow.”
He guides the head of his cock into me with his hand, using my wetness to ease himself in. I’m numb on the outside, but insideI’m bubbling with pleasure. Waves of it roll through me as he pushes deeper inside, exploring places inside me I never knew existed.
No man has been able to make me feel this way, neither physically nor emotionally. Pasha wears that crown like he was born for it, and I realize as he goes even deeper… He has ruined me for anyone else.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper until I feel his heavy balls against my ass. I want to keep him like that, milking the beautiful stretching sensation until it fades away and our bodies become one, but Pasha has other plans.
And he’s much stronger than I am. He pulls himself up, thrusting deep but slow inside of me, teaching my body that I can never have anyone else. My stomach feels like it’s floating in emptiness, like the drop of a rollercoaster, and my skin is tingling as he fucks me on the floor.
I never thought that such an uncomfortable surface could give me such great pleasure. Even as my shoulder blades grind against the tiles and I ruin my nails on the grout, all I can feel is pure bliss.
It builds gradually before rocketing upward, deleting every thought in my mind in an instant as I’m possessed by carnal pleasure. I moan Pasha’s name as he fucks me, but I can’t hear my own voice until I’m screaming it.
He leans in and presses his lips against mine to silence me as I climax, writhing without control on the floor. My concept of reality shatters into a million pieces like a mirror dropped on smooth concrete, every cell in my body setting itself on fire and withering away in a smokey expulsion of arousal.
I can feel my pulse everywhere, but especially between my legs as Pasha continues to fuck me faster and faster. His body is tense and slick with sweat. His eyebrows draw together like he’s suffering, his long-awaited release close at hand.
Sweat blurs my vision, but I blink it away so I can witness his expression as he cums inside of me.
“God, Valerie, you feel so good,” he groans, tilting his head back to reveal his tattooed throat. There’s a knife down the center of it, and wings to either side. I study it for a moment before my eyes find his at the moment of release.
And then he explodes inside of me, a flood of semen rushing from the tip of his cock so hard that I can feel it splashing deep in my body. His baritone voice rumbles as he finishes, a loud moan that echoes through the bathroom.
His fingers curl around my hair as he collapses on top of me, his cock still twitching inside of my pussy. I feel every subtle movement, every pulse and throb as he returns to reality.
After a few minutes like this, the floor begins to feel hard and unwelcoming. Pasha senses this too, and climbs off me, offering a hand to help me to my feet.
I laugh, shaking my head as I ease myself up. “Just give me a second,” I say.
He nods, walking away to retrieve his clothes as I give myself a minute to regain the ability to walk. I didn’t put much effort into having sex, but my body has been drained of strength. My hands shake as I move them to my pussy, feeling the mess Pasha left behind.
It starts leaking out onto the floor, and I feel guilty for letting it go. There’s just so much of it, though, far too much for my body to retain.
Only one sperm cell. That’s all it takes to get pregnant.
I’m still not sure why I let that happen, but I can’t turn back time. What’s done is done, like all other things, and it’s better to accept it than to overthink my decisions.
I take a deep breath, waiting for Pasha to offer me help again rather than attempting to stand on my own. His grip is strong and certain, pulling me to my feet and back into his capable arms.
