“What is this, Sienna?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” Her breathing comes in soft, short pants, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and need.
“How long have you been here?” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s hoarse, full of lust, strangled with need.
“Hours,” she admits, her own voice cracked with desire. “I turned it on low so I wouldn’t come until you found me. I—I need to come so bad, Damian?—”
I didn’t know what it felt like for my self-control to snap. Not until this moment, when it frays entirely, and I lean down, pressing the toy down firmly against her clit. Her hips jerk up as her eyes go wide, a moan slipping from her parted lips.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Good girl, for knowing that nothing makes you come other thanmytongue, and fingers, and cock. You want to come, Sienna?”
“Yes,” she mewls. “Yes please, Damian. It’s been?—”
“Have you been edging yourself thinking about my cock?” I unbuckle the straps and toss the toy aside, running a finger up herdelicate slit. Her folds part for me, her clit swollen and sensitive, and she cries out from the slightest touch. “Tell me the truth,dorogoy.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
“Not my fingers, or my tongue?”
Sienna shakes her head. “I want you to use me, Damian. I want you to lose control, to fuck me the way you’d fuck anyone else.Please. I want to know what it feels like?—”
“You want it rough?” I growl. “You want me to fuck you without thinking about anything but my own pleasure? You want to be used?”
“Yes,please,” she begs. “I need to feelyou, Damian. Just you. I want to know what you’re like, stripped down to nothing but?—”
I move without thinking, as if my body has taken over, as if I’m no longer in control of myself. I kneel between her legs, pushing them open as I yank my zipper down, palming my hard cock free. My brain is screaming for me to get her off first, to pleasure her with my fingers or tongue, to make her come before I take my own pleasure, but she’s dripping wet and begging, and I’ve lost control.
I’ve been trying not to fuck her like this for weeks, and now she’s going to get what she wants.
“You asked for this,” I growl, my hands hard on her thighs, as I pin her down, and I spear her with my cock with one long, hard thrust.
Sienna cries out, a long shriek of pleasure that rattles down my spine, tightening my balls. It feels so fuckinggood, thrusting into her tight body without thinking, forcing her open for me. She looks fragile and young and innocent beneath me, her hands cuffed above her head, blushing and dripping wet, and even as soaked as she is, she’s tight as a virgin that’s never been touched. Her pussy clamps down around me as I sink into her, strangling me as I slide out, and I want to fuck her like this for eternity.
She feels like fucking heaven, and I’m going to drag her down to hell.
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice rapturous with pleasure. “Yes, Damian, please, harder,fuck me!”
I do. I fuck her hard, slamming my cock into her again and again, finally taking her the way I’d take any other woman, the way I’vewanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her. The headboard rattles against the wall, her handcuffs clinking as I thrust again and again, my head tipping back as I squeeze her thighs and relentlessly pound into her sweet, wet, tight, perfect pussy.
“God, I’m going to fill you up with so much fucking cum,” I snarl, one hand leaving her thigh to brush my fingers over her swollen clit. “You want to come, Sienna? You want me to play with your naughty little pussy? Letting something else get you off, instead of me?”
“It didn’t make me come,” she pleads. “I wouldn’t have let it. It was torture, Damian, Ineed?—”
“Good,” I growl. “Come forme, Sienna.Zhena. This pussy ismine.”
I press my two fingertips against her clit, rubbing back and forth, fast and hard as she lets out another cry of pleasure, her body bucking and grinding against mine as I fuck her hard and fast, without worrying about how thick I am or whether or not I might break her. And she loves every fucking second of it. I can hear it in her cries, feel it in the way her body tenses and writhes, her orgasm crashing through her as she moans my name and cries out over and over.
I reach up, finding the safety latch on the handcuffs and undoing them. Sienna lets out a yelp of protest, but I ignore her, sliding out of her just long enough to flip her onto her stomach before I slam into her again.
I reach for one of her hands, pushing it under her hips. “Rub your clit,” I order her. “Make yourself come on my cock again,dorogoy. I’m about to fucking come in you.”
She moans, her hand moving feverishly beneath her as she arches back against me, grinding on my length until I think I’m going to lose my fucking mind. I feel her clench around me, and I wrap a fist in her hair, tugging her head back as I ride her hard, thrusting into her again and again.
“Tell me you want my cum,dikaya koshka,” I growl. “Fucking beg for it.”
“Please,” she pants, still trembling from her orgasm. “Please come for me, Damian. I want it, please?—”
That fucking undoes me. I slam into her once more, shuddering from the slick heat wrapped around me, the intense pleasure, and I feel that heat race up my spine as the first spurt of my cum explodes inside of her.
