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CHAPTER EIGHT
He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze running over me.He scratched his jaw, and did nothing but take me in with his eyes for a solid minute.
I loved his body, it was perfect, gorgeous, and I wanted to look at him, to drink him in as he was me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his, not for one second.
There was something in his gaze as he did it that made me feel like he owned me, that claimed me as his property.
Finally he spoke, glancing down at his cock.My eyes followed his.
“Look at it,” he said thickly.“It’s already dripping with cum, just thinking about getting into your wet pussy.
I stretched my legs wider apart, impatient for him, my sharp heels digging into the soft mattress.
Finally, he seemed ready to get down to business.He pinned me to the bed, lining the head of his thick cock up against my slick entrance.Sleek muscles sharply defined his broad shoulders as he heldhimself like that for one frozen beat of time, burning the image into my mind vividly.
He’s perfection, I thought dazedly.
We both looked down and watched as his tip played with my entrance, barely penetrating my pussy, just wetting the end of his dick with a few shallow strokes.One, two, three.
A beat later he thrust into me with one hard, brutal motion, piercing me balls deep.
I cried out.Loudly.The patio doors were open to let in the pleasant breeze, and my mind gave it a brief thought, a slight millisecond where I registered that we’d be heard, but it was gone in a flash, my brain unwilling to focus for long on anything but the pleasure of being filled and pounded by the bossy Russian.
He didn’t stop for a beat, didn’t let my body become accustomed, before he was thrusting fast and hard, setting an inexhaustible pace that had sweat beading on our bodies, making each delicious slide of skin on skin slick and hot and all the more intoxicating.
Purest pleasure hummed through me, my core filled to bursting with a wash of sensations that I could never have imagined.
I couldn’t keep back my cries at the exquisite feelings rocking through me.
His cold eyes watched me the entire time, studying my features, his own face harsh with need.
And all the while, he never stopped talking with that bossy, filthy mouth of his.
“You’re so wet, I can feel your juices running down my nuts, that’s how much your cunt needs my cock,” he crooned into my face.“And your pussy is gripping me so good.This pussy knows who its owner is, doesn’t it?”
It was hard for me to meet that intense gaze, especially with the things coming out of his mouth, but at the same time, it was harder to look away.The intimacy of it added to the pleasure, even while it stripped away all of my defenses and made me feel almost too vulnerable to bear.
He pulled out nearly completely, had me pleading with him to stay, before he pounded back in with a growl.
He really let loose after that, slamming his hips against me, pounding me into the mattress.At some point he started speaking Russian, the words coming out like curses, and I didn’t have to know the language to understand them.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
He reached a hand down between us, rubbing my clit without slowing his punishing pace.
I came in seconds, loudly, crying out his name.“Alexei!Oh, Alexei!”
His touch, his words, his eyes, his hard, long thrusts took me apart, remade me, took my whole body and put me back together as an instrument made for his pleasure.He put his mark on me, every pump inside of me making me more his creature.Owning me completely.
My whole body fell to pieces, became whole.Became his.
It was the most memorable orgasm of my life.After just one fuck, he’d already ruined me for other men.
He followed me as I came, burying himself balls deep, tremors wracking him, his neck arcing beautifully with his release, his eyes staying on mine all the while.“Greta,” he said roughly, repeating it with some Russian word, over and over, in a chant. “Greta, lapochka. Greta, lapochka.Greta.Lapochka.Greta.Lapochka.Greta.Greta.Lapochka.Lapochka.”
His voice saying those words did things to me.Wonderful things.I wanted to record it, bottle it up, make it my ringtone, masturbate to it.
As I started to come down from the impossible high of my very best orgasm, the waves of pleasure still rocking through me, but gentler now, he gripped my chin and starting kissing me passionately, desperately, rocking against me, grinding me on the base of his cock, milking every last bit of his cum into my cunt.
