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“So? I’m a lady and I should be treated as such,” I reply with an over-the-top pout.
One of his thick eyebrows rises up on his forehead, and he looks me over. “Oh, really? A lady? I mistook you for a whore.”
I raise my hand to my mouth like I’m shocked. “How obscene!”
“I’ll show you obscene,” he growls, jumping toward me and grabbing my ass again. He spanks it twice before tearing down my jean shorts and burying his face in my cheeks.
I lean forward on the doorframe, pushing my ass out as he squats down and rubs his face into my pussy through my panties. The heat of his breath makes me instantly wet, and his tight grip on my thighs gives me goosebumps.
He pushes my panties to the side, and I feel his tongue over my labia, working its way deeper until it’s almost inside of me. “God, you taste so good,” he mumbles from below.
My legs are already starting to shake. He notices, standing up and spinning me around. “Take those little panties off,” he says. “I’m going to pump you so full of cum that you won’t be able to walk straight.”
I start to shimmy out of my panties, but he becomes impatient, grabbing them and tearing them off my hips. The threads pop, and my panties are flung outside into the grass.
Pasha grabs me by the hips, hoisting me up and pinning me against the doorframe. As he’s holding me up, he reaches one hand down and takes his cock out of his pants, slapping it up into my pussy. “Already wet for me,” he grumbles, but it’s always been that way. Every time Pasha touches me, I’m wet. It’s gotten to the point where I have to change my panties multiple times a day.
I tilt my head back, resting it on the smooth wood as he leans in and kisses my neck. His lips are hot and needy against my skin, sucking it into his mouth hard enough to leave marks. All the while, he’s moaning under his breath, verbalizing his desire to claim me again.
It’ll never be enough. I know that now. Each time he fucks me, I feel like I need him twice as much. I’m desperate and horny, and the only way I know how to satisfy myself is to have Pasha inside me.
Touching myself in private never worked for me. It’s not anywhere close to the same feeling.
For one, I don’t have Pasha’s muscular body holding me up, treating me like I’m lighter than a feather as he sends ripples of pleasure through one side of my body with his mouth.
And I’ll never be able to duplicate the incredible stretch that I feel as he enters me, pushing deep inside and awakening places in me that I never knew existed.
Each time he fucks me, I discover something new about myself. This time, it’s the way my pelvis buzzes with warm energy as my knees are brought up to my chest. Normally, this would be done laying down, but the fact that I’m floating in the air makes it feel entirely different.
Pasha plunges in and out, his fierce grip on my hips never wavering as he takes me to a place that makes all other feel dull and lifeless. My body experiences a surge of energy, and I begin to ride his cock, writhing against the wall as I feel myself growing lighter and more euphoric.
Pasha’s lips crash down on mine, feeding on my energy as his pace quickens. I can taste the salty sweat on his lips mixed with the sundrenched lemons I used to make his drink, but what’s even more delicious is the taste of his breath as he’s about to release inside of me.
“Give it to me,” I beg. “Cum deep inside.”
He leans back, hoisting me up a bit further and using my body weight to plunge deeper inside of me, sending slippery waves of pleasure through my core. Every cell in my body explodes as I feel him pumping his seed inside me, fireworks of bliss wiping my brain totally blank.
I squeeze my eyes shut, reveling in the unearthly bliss as colored splotches expand beneath my eyelids. If I were standing I would’ve collapsed by now, but Pasha’s strong hold on me prevents me from moving.
I’m free to forget about everything but the incredible pleasure as it rushes through me like a tsunami.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Pasha whispers in my ear. “God, you’re milking every drop out of me.”
His words push me into one last bought of writhing pleasure before my body returns to normal and I can open my eyes. I see him gazing down at me, his gorgeous green eyes reflecting a deep golden hue from the sun.
To me, he’s a king.
My perfect Bratva king.
“Maybe it’s time I told you about why you must have my baby,” he says softly.
30
Valerie
Iwasn’t expecting a proper explanation until we got back to the United States, and I’m honestly a bit afraid that I’m getting it now. I wanted to live in this perfect little fantasy for a little longer, not concerned with the chaos back home or Pasha’s true intentions.
I wanted to believe he’s just so crazy about me that he can’t stand the idea of me not being pregnant with his child, but the seed is always more bitter than the fruit.
