Sophia
His thick cock is stretching me with each thrust into my tight heat. His body is hard against me, his grip on my thigh bruising. But I need to hear his words.
His hips snap forward again, driving that thick cock deeper into my aching core, and every ridge of him drags against my walls until I can’t think straight.
The stretch burns in the best way, a sharp reminder that he’s claimed every inch of me, and I want more of it, more of him, more of the filthy promises he keeps growling against my ear.
I whimper, fingers dragging down his arms. He laughs low, the sound vibrating through my chest.
“That’s right, angelu. Beg for it. Beg me to fill you up.
” My legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, and he thrusts harder.
The head of his cock kissing my g-spot with every brutal stroke.
“I’m going to pump you so full of my cum you’ll feel it for days,” he snarls, teeth grazing my throat.
“Going to breed this pretty pussy until you’re swollen with my baby. Until everyone knows you’re mine.”
The words hit me like sparks on dry tinder. Heat coils low in my belly, spreading fast, and I arch off the bed, chasing the edge he’s pushing me toward.
“Yury, please,” I gasp, voice breaking. “Please fill me.”
He growls, hips pistoning faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
“That’s my good girl. I’m going to flood your womb, Sophia. You’re going to drip with my cum.”
His hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles that make lights burst behind my eyes. The pressure snaps, and I come hard, pussy clenching around him in waves, a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. Just rides me through it, cock throbbing inside me, stretching my pulsing walls until I’m trembling beneath him.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Milk my cock, angelu. You’re going to take every drop.”
Before the aftershocks fade, he pulls out, flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing, and yanks my hips up.
My knees barely touch the mattress before he’s slamming back in, the new angle driving him impossibly deeper.
I cry out, fingers clawing the sheets, and he leans over me, chest to my back, one hand fisting my hair the other squeezing my breast.
“Look at you,” he growls against my ear. “Ass up, face down, begging to be bred like a good little wife.”
He lets go of my hair and then his hand cracks against my ass, the sting blooming into heat, and I push back into him, desperate for more. “Yes, Yury, please,” I sob, voice muffled in the pillow. “Please breed me.”
He snarls, hips snapping harder, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust.
“I won’t stop until this pussy is overflowing,” he promises, voice dark and feral. “I can’t wait to watch my cum leak out of you and shove it right back in. You’ll never be empty again, angelu. Never.”
The filthy words wind me tighter, another orgasm building fast, and he feels it, knows it. “I’m going to make you come again,” he declares, his accent heavier now, the harsh syllables making me shiver. “You’re going come on my cock while I breed you.”
I shatter a second time, pussy spasming around him, and he roars, burying himself to the hilt. Hot spurts flood me, pulse after pulse, his cock jerking deep inside as he empties everything he has.
“Take it,” he grunts, hips grinding against my ass. “Take every last drop of me.”
He stays there, pressed inside me, chest heaving against my back, and I feel his cum already starting to drip between us, warm and thick, marking me in the most primal way. His lips brush my shoulder, soft now, almost reverent.
“Mine,” he whispers, and I nod, boneless and sated, knowing it’s true.