She pops up from behind it, ready to bolt, but I move fast, catching her before she can dodge around me. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as I pin her against the wall with my body, and my mouth finds hers.
The kiss is nothing a priest would bless. It’s teeth and devotion and the sound she makes when I press her back to the peeling plaster almost,fucking almost, has me coming in my slacks.
“Took you long enough,” she pants.
“I was savoring the hunt.”
The dress tangles in my fist, and I yank. It shreds, spilling her gorgeous fucking tits into my hands. Leaning down, I bite one hard enough to make her cry out and then suck until she’s writhing against me. All fucking night, her eyes told me how brutal she wants me tonight. She wants me more monster than man, and I’m fucking going to give it to her.
Her hips grind against my cock that’s still trapped in my slacks.
“Kon—”
I drag my mouth down her throat, biting deep enough to mark so she’ll be wearing me for weeks. She hisses and that sound slides straight through me like fuel. I shove my hand between her thighs, my fingers dragging through her slick heat.
“Already soaked,” I growl against her skin. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”
Her hips buck against my hand. “Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck. Kon—”
I press two fingers inside, curling them until she screams, grinding my palm against her clit. Her cunt grips me like it’s fucking starving and she claws at me as pleas fall from her lips.
“Say it,” I snarl. “Say you’re my good little whore, and I might be nice.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs, her eyes wild, her nails digging into the skin at my neck.
“Good girl,” I purr.
I drag my fingers out and shove them into her mouth. “Taste yourself. Find out why I’m so fucking obsessed with your taste on my tongue. Find out why I’m about to fucking ruin you,Lisichka.”
Her tongue curls around them and sucks, her eyes locked on mine. My cock twitches painfully against my zipper.
I yank my cock free, thick and hard, with a bead of cum sitting at the head and run a hand along my length.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as this woman makes me.
My perfect little slut.
My own little fuck toy.
Fuck, she owns the hell out of me.
Her hands yank and pull at my shirt greedily until it I shake it the rest of the way off then I drag my length through her slick folds until she whines.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I slap the head of my cock against her clit, watching her shudder. “Say it, baby. Beg for it like the good little slut you are.”
“Please fuck me, Kon. Please. I need it. I needyou.”
I slam into her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She screams, my name tearing from her, her nails digging rivers down my back, yanking a hiss of pleasure from my chest. Her pretty pussy stretches around me, tight, hot, wet enough to drown in.
My hips pound her into the wall, every thrust savage, my cock driving so deeply I can feel her cervix kiss the head. Her tits bounce, her head smacks the plaster, and her voice shreds into sobs of my name.
“Listen to you,” I sneer gently, my teeth on her ear. “Screaming like you were made for this cock. You’re nothing but my fuck toy now, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she cries, clinging tighter, her legs a vice around me.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m all yours too,” I soothe as her pussy clamps around me, squeezing me like iron and heaven at once.
