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“Good girl. Now climb into my lap.”
“Mmhmm.” These softer instructions are a nice change from his demands, but it’s a sign of how well he knows what I need. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I slide into his lap and moan softly as the movement alerts me to the ache between my legs. I’d been so caught up in pleasing him that I hadn’t registered just how turned on his praise had made me.
“Good pet,” Kristof praises once more, and warmth washes over me. Placing my knees on either side of his hips, I drop down slowly, and with his help, his thick cock brushes across the lips of my pussy.
“Please,” I whimper, unable to seat myself due to Kristof keeping me balanced. “Please, I want you.”
His heated gaze meets mine and he slowly licks his lips. “Fuck me then, Alena,” he instructs. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
How can I resist? The moment I drop into his lap, his rock-hard cock spears deep inside me, and I throw my head back with a loud moan. Kristof’s cock fills me in all the right ways, as if we were molded exactly for one another. Curling my fingers into the meat of his shoulders for balance, I start to ride him with all my energy, determined to show him exactly how badly I want him.
Kristof’s hands stroke from my hips to my lower back, constantly caressing my body as I bounce in his lap and fuck myself on his cock.
“That’s it,” he croons, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Take my cock like the greedy girl you are. Look at you, so hungry for me. I’m going to breed you, Alena. I’m going to—fuck—I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that it’ll be leaking out of you for days and you’ll still beg me for more.”
“Yes, Sir,” I pant, my head falling back while I focus solely on the impactful stimulation of his cock and how hot my body is getting. “It’s all I want.”
“You’re so good for me, Alena,” he praises me. “You’re so loyal and so fucking good in bed. Look at you, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Both his hands sweep up my body to grasp at my swaying breasts as I bounce for all I’m worth, chasing an orgasm that sweeps up rapidly. I want to give in to the pleasure, to lose myself in my climax, but I refuse. Not until Kristof comes.
“That’s it,” he gasps, and his voice deepens. “That’s my girl.”
“Fuck,” I whimper. Lifting my head, I cup his face with both my hands and pull him in for a messy, desperate kiss. In this moment, nothing else matters.
There’s just me and Kristof and our bodies passionately locked together, chasing the heights of pleasure we can only reach with each other.
I want this moment to last forever.
When Kristof comes, it’s like a firework exploding throughout my body. The sudden rush of heat inside me, the sound of his trembling moans, and the praise that falls from his lips all push me to a greater height of pride. I slide my fingers into his thick hair and grip on tightly as he kisses my collarbone.
“Good girl,” he moans out.
I come so hard that I don’t even realize our positions have switched. Kristof flips us, laying me on my back and quickly pounding into me to milk me through my orgasm, and pleasure tears through me with a long scream.
It’s utter bliss, and our combined climax lasts for longer than I care to count.
We come down slowly, kissing each other deeply and gently touching everywhere we can reach. With our limbs tangled together when Kristof pulls his cock free, we cuddle close, and I tuck my face into his neck. One of his hands repeatedly pets me, stroking through my hair as he kisses my forehead. Tingles weave through my limbs, and a deep satisfaction rests in my chest.
That was what I needed.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper.
“So are you,” he replies quietly.
We lie there for so long that by the time my mind calms, I’m not sure if he’s even still awake. Post-orgasm bliss fades, and with it come a few lingering questions that I almost don’t dare to ask given his silence last time, but it’s hard for me to push them aside.
“Kristof?”
“Mmhmm?”
“Are your siblings going to be joining us here? I haven’t, uhm… I haven’t seen anything from them,” I ask cautiously. Partly, I’m hoping I can have a chat with Nastja about pregnancy. She’s the closest thing I have to a sister—hell, even a motherly figure at this point—and telling her before Kristof seems like the safest option.
Unfortunately, a ripple of tension moves through Kristof’s body underneath me and my stomach twists.
“Unless they’re too busy,” I continue quietly. “It’s just quieter without them around, y’know? And given everything with my father…” Trailing off, I prop myself up with one hand against his chest and meet his eyes as if I could decipher the answer from their depths.
Kristof’s eyes dart across my face, then he lightly grasps my chin and pulls me in for a firm, sweet kiss.
