26. Chapter Twenty-Six #2
His tongue dove between my folds and dipped into my pussy. “Mmm, I’ve missed this tight little hole.”
“Keep going. More, more,” I panted.
“You want more?” His hand disappeared behind his back and then there was a gun in his hand. He removed his mouth from my pussy to smirk at me. Then he ran the barrel of the gun through my lips, down to my entrance. Heat coursed through my veins.
Oh, here it comes. The dark and dangerous part he promised me.
I trusted Nikolai with my life. I knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d run through fire to save me, that he’d cut down an army of men to get to me.
So, when he clicked the safety off and started to slowly work the gun into my pussy, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t scared that it would accidentally go off because I knew Nikolai had the steadiest hands, and that he would never do anything that put my life in danger.
Except stick a loaded gun in your hooha.
The fact that he kept his fingers well away from the trigger was a relief, though.
“Is this dangerous enough for you, Tatiana?” he asked, watching the gun disappear inside me, enraptured. “Or do you need more? Hmm?”
I whimpered when he swirled his tongue around my clit achingly slowly. The filthiness of the whole thing accentuated my pleasure and I groaned, moving my hips in time with each thrust of his gun.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. White-hot, blistering pleasure exploded in my core, so intense I feared my legs would give out, and I screamed Nikolai’s name into the darkness.
“You. Are. Breathtaking,” Nikolai whispered, kissing my pussy a few more times before pulling the gun out. He slowly got to his feet, keeping total eye contact with me, and put the gun in his mouth, sucking it clean.
I’m pretty sure I just had another orgasm.
“I’m glad to see your pussy-eating skills are still top-notch,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
He smirked, a very smug, self-satisfied look on his face. He tucked the gun behind his back and then started to undo his belt. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I might as well warn you, it’s going to be quick.”
I chuckled softly as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. “Been a while, hey?”
He ripped a condom open with his teeth and sheathed his cock. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”
“What?” I gripped onto his thick, muscular shoulders as he moved me into position. “Are you telling me you haven’t sex in over two years? Not even once? With anyone? ”
Neither had I, if I was being honest. Touching someone who wasn’t Nikolai felt…wrong, even though we weren’t together. But I didn’t think he felt the same way, that he wouldn’t have had sex at least once during our time apart.
“You’re the only one I wanted.” And then he drove forward, deeply impaling me with his cock.
We both groaned.
I didn’t have time to think on his words because he started hammering into me ruthlessly . It felt so good, the pleasure taking over my body and mind completely, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else except him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you. Missed this . You feel so good, baby. So hot, and wet, and tight.”
My back scraped up and down the brick wall with each savage thrust of his cock. I moaned, an overload of pleasure and pain assaulting my senses, obliterating my nerves.
“Give me that fucking mouth,” he grunted.
He didn’t even wait for me to do as he ordered.
He just grabbed my face roughly in a strong, punishing grip and slammed his lips onto mine.
He groaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, battling with my own.
We kissed like it would be our last time, all hot, heavy and utterly consuming.
I was sure we’d both have bruises by the end of it.
“Yes…yes. Oh, fuck. Nikolai. Don’t stop,” I whimpered against his lips. My hands moved to the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin.
“Harder, Tati,” he groaned. “Make me bleed.”
I was already on fire, my whole body wound tight and ready to explode, but hearing him groan, hearing his words laced with his pleasure sent me hurtling towards an inferno.
I dug my nails in deeper and bit down on his lip, hard .
He hissed, eyes flaring. Blood pooled in my mouth.
I lapped it up, running my tongue over his bottom lip and licking up every drop.
His pace increased, thrusts turning wild.
Chaotic. His cock pistoned in and out, in and out, and I came undone.
I threw my head back and screamed out his name as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Thank God,” he choked out. And then I felt him coming, felt his cock pulse as my pussy clamped down on him, squeezing.
Nikolai was a pleaser, the type who wanted to make sure his partner climaxed as well. He must have been holding off, determined to make sure I got there too.
He moaned, low and long, his hips pumping a few more times before he slumped against me, breathing hard. How he was still holding me up after all that, I had no idea. I was exhausted, and I’d done nothing but take a fucking.
His cock began to soften but he made no move to step back. He just continued to hold me, his face buried in the crook of my neck like he didn’t want to let me go.
If I was being honest, neither did I.
Nikolai and I were connected in a way I don’t think either of us entirely understood. If I believed in soul mates—in two souls being one, like both sides of a coin—then there would be no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other.
That moment held more significance than just two people fucking.
I knew it the moment we started. That wall I’d been keeping between us was crumbling.
It cracked more and more with every sweet thing he did for me.
With every loving word he said to me. Soon, it would be gone completely, and I had no idea what I was going to do when that happened.
I’d hoped to enjoy the post coitiol bliss for a little longer, but a deep, menacing voice made me stiffen.
“Is it our turn now?”