With fevered need, he grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it up and over my head. Moving back to his knees, he looks down at me, surveying my naked form.
“Gospodi lisuse,” he breathes, raking his hand through his hair. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He yanks his own shirt free and tosses it away as he bends to kiss me. He bites my lower lip, then licks away the sting before doing it again. Moving lower, he nips at my throat, my shoulder, then my breast.
I hiss as his teeth scrape over my rigid nipple, but it doesn’t stop him. I moan, wiggling beneath him. He sinks his teeth in deeper, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
He licks the valley between my breasts then captures my other nipple between his teeth. Pain shoots through me. It’s overwhelming in the best way. As though my body has been bound in chains, and he’s slowly peeling away the restraints, one link at a time.
He shoves his knee between my legs, shoving them apart so he can settle between them. Leaning back onto his heels, he works the buckle of his belt open, then rips down the zipper before shoving his pants down.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his thick, hard shaft. A moan rips through him, and his eyes roll back as I squeeze. The heat from him soaks into me.
“Fuck.” He grabs my wrist, using it to move my hand and stroke his cock until a small pearl of moisture beads at the head.
Swiping it away with his thumb, he brings it up to my mouth and paints my lips. He flashes a cocky grin when I run my tongue along the taste he left behind.
“I want to mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine.” His tongue trails a sizzling line across my collarbone to my shoulder where he sinks his teeth into me.
The pain is hot and instant, and it washes over me in waves that consume me. When he lets go, he kisses the spot. He’s marked me.
Arousal floods me.
“So pretty.” He kisses the marking.
I moan. It’s a tiny sound, but nothing gets by him.
“Such a good girl.” He kisses my breast, flicking his tongue over my pert nipple. “You are my good girl, aren’t you?”
He shifts his position between my thighs, butting the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
Capturing my face in his palm, he squeezes his fingers into my cheeks until I wince at the discomfort.
“Answer me,” he growls.
“Yes, sir.” I manage. “I’m your good girl.”
A balloon bursts in my chest, sending a euphoric high through my veins. I’m lightheaded from the pleasure mirrored in his eyes as he stares down at me with pride.
“Yes, you are.” He releases my chin, easing into me.
I moan into his kiss as my body stretches around his thick, hard cock.
“That’s a good girl,” he nips at my neck. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, you’re tight.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. Impatient and needy, I lift my hips from the bed.
A primitive growl rumbles just before he thrusts fully into me. I cry out from the sudden fullness, the stinging stretch of my body around him.
He rests his forehead against mine, his jaw tight with tension and his breathing as ragged as my own.
“Hold still, baby. Don’t…fuck, baby if you move like that…” We groan together as he fists his hand in my hair. A diversion maybe, but it’s not working.
I want all the pain he can give.
I want all the pleasure he offers.
I want everything from him.
