I wince at the strange feeling of both, desperately seeking the pleasure. When I grip the sheets, he pulls out and lowers to my ear.
“It will hurt as long as you fight me. You need to stop and give yourself to me.”
“I don’t want to,” I moan mindlessly.
“You need to, Malyshka. Make life easier for yourself. I’m going to fuck you either way.”
He moves down to lick my clit, and that’s when I lose any trace of resistance. It snaps, and the pleasure I crave comes, forcing away the pain.
His tongue thrashing over my swollen clit feels so good, so damn good I feel like I might come. He licks for a few minutes then returns his cock to my entrance and slides in easier than before.
“That’s better. Good girl. Allow me to take you, and you won’t feel the pain.”
Hyped up on the need for pleasure, I do as he says, but this time, I do it for me.
I do it because I’m right there at the place he took me last night, and that part of me just awoke and wants him.
He starts moving inside me, slow then fast as my walls tighten when they take him.
At that moment, an explosion of pleasure washes over me in rippling waves, slamming into my body with savage energy.
He starts to fuck me. Every secret part of me absorbs what he gives me and begs for me. Mindless, mind-numbing ecstasy sings through my veins. I’m so lost in him I can’t find my way back. Nor do I want to.
The vein on the side of his neck thickens and pulses as he speeds up, driving faster and harder into my pussy. It’s too much. He’s too much. I’ve lost control.
Mikhail tunnels deeper into my body, owning me, and as he mutters a string of curses in Russian, my walls squeeze, and I come.
I arch my back off the bed and scream out his name as the greedy orgasm takes me.
I still have his name on my lips when he glides a hand to my throat and holds me down. Not in the threatening way he did before, but it feels like it. I’m so caught up in pleasure that my mind can’t think past the earth-shattering sensations exploding inside my body.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands, gritting his teeth as he drives into me.
My lips part, but I hold back, still fighting, still trying not to fulfill that last request.
Any hope I have is gone when he jackhammers into me, rutting into my body like an animal.
“Tell me you want me, Malyshka,” he cries, driving harder. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” I hear myself say, and I realize then he’s broken me.
He did it. He broke down my resistance and confirmed the secret in my heart.
As I look at him, I expect the conquering smile, but he doesn’t give me that.
Instead, he pulls out mid-thrust and kisses me.
“I want you, too,” he whispers against my lips.
Hearing those words at this moment does something to me I can’t explain.
As he caresses my face, I find myself running my hands all over his chest, right into his hair. He does the same thing to me. Cupping my breasts with his large hands and kneading them before he smooths his hands up into my hair.
He breaks the kiss again and gazes down at me with a mixture of confusion and lust before he slides his hand back down to my pussy, then further to the tight rosette of my asshole.
I gasp when he pushes a finger inside, and I’m shocked when I think it feels good.
A deep chuckle rumbles within his chest when a small moan falls from my lips.
