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“Fuck me, Nikolai.”

He pushes inside me in one hard thrust, and I cry out.

The stretch is intense, almost too much after his fingers and mouth, but it is exactly what I want. My body grips him. He stops buried deep, his forearms braced on either side of me, his mouth near my cheek.

“Breathe,” he says.

I do. Or I try.

He fills me completely. I can feel every inch of him, the pressure of him, the heat of his body above mine. My hands move over his back, down to his waist, urging him even though I am still adjusting.

“Move.”

He pulls almost all the way out.

Then drives back in.

My nails dig into him.

He does it again, harder.

The bed hits the wall. I stop caring about being quiet.

He fucks me with deep, heavy strokes that make my breasts move and my breath break. His mouth goes to my neck, then my breast, and he sucks my nipple while he drives into me. The sensation shoots straight to my clit.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.

He lifts his head. “Greedy.”

“Hmm,” I moan. “Yes, just like that.” The word comes out as a gasp.

Something in him likes that. He changes the angle, sliding one hand under my hip and lifting me slightly. The next thrust hits deeper.

I cry out.

“There?”

“Yes.”

He keeps that angle.

I cannot think. I cannot do anything except take him, feel him, meet each thrust as much as I can. His body moves over mine with controlled force, but the control is thinning. I feel it in the way his fingers grip my hip, the way his breathing turns rougher, the way his mouth finds mine and the kiss breaks apart because neither of us can keep a rhythm with our mouths while he is fucking me like this.

My orgasm builds again.

This one feels different. He is too deep. My body is too sensitive. His pelvis grinds against my clit with every thrust, and the pressure keeps gathering until I start shaking before I even come.

“Nikolai.”

“I feel it,” he says against my mouth.

“I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” he groans while continuing to thrust into me. His hand slips between us anyway. His thumb finds my clit.

I come with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching around his cock so hard his rhythm breaks. He groans and drops his forehead to my shoulder, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, slower for a few strokes, then hard again as soon as my body loosens beneath him.

I’m still shaking when he pulls out. The loss makes me whimper. He turns me over before I can ask for him back.