Chapter 25 #2
I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, kicking them away.
His eyes flared as they locked onto my pussy, hunger in his gaze.
I began to trace the name through the vine-like pattern of my tattoo. It was written in an abstract kind of way, making it very difficult to read (or even notice) unless you knew it was there.
Deep lines of concentration marred Aleksandr’s face as he followed my finger with his eyes. “Who the fuck is Logan?”
Logan was an asshole of a man. He was the one who had done the majority of my tats. He was also a frequent bed buddy who thought it would be funny to put his name on my pussy.
“He’s nobody,” I answered.
“He’s obviously somebody if you let him get his fucking name tattooed on your pussy,” he snapped angrily.
I narrowed my eyes and gripped him by the ear, yanking him towards me sharply.
He winced. “Don’t talk to me like that,”’ I growled, baring my teeth.
“And I didn’t let him do anything. Fucker did it without asking.
Now, you said I’d be rewarded for making you work for it.
Do you plan to deliver on that, or are you just full of shit? ”
He narrowed his eyes right back at me. He reached up and wrapped his much larger hand around mine, prying my fingers apart, making me let go of his ear.
My pussy throbbed as he slowly got to his feet, staring down at me with this dangerous, wild look in his eyes.
I glared at him and that only seemed to turn him on more.
He picked me up in a running tackle and slammed me up against the wall. I sucked in a breath, shock and a little bit of pain shooting through me. He faltered, guilt flashing across his face. He didn’t mean to be so rough, and now he felt bad. He started lowering me back to the ground.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair roughly and he hissed, his eyes flaring. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I smashed my lips to his in a brutal, violent kiss, one that made us both groan.
We attacked each other ruthlessly. Biting. Scratching. Grinding. Aleksandr still had his clothes on and the friction it created against my bare skin, against my hardened, pierced nipples was exquisite.
I could barely catch my breath as he kissed me harder and harder, demanding more from me. Every time I’d turn my head to suck air into my lungs, he’d grab my jaw and force my lips back to his, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
His hands gripped me tight enough to leave bruises and I moaned, swivelling my hips, grinding my pussy against his stomach.
“You’re fucking perfect.” His voice was thick and raw, laced with arousal.
“My perfect little fuck toy.” He snatched both my hands up and pinned them above my head with one of his.
He fished a condom out of his pocket with his free hand and held it between his teeth as he hurriedly pulled his cock out.
I rubbed myself against him, my desperation soaring. I was aching so bad for him, for his cock to fill me. My whole body was burning. I felt like I was on fire.
He ripped the condom open and sheathed his cock quickly. Anticipation exploded inside me.
Yes. Finally.
He lined himself up and thrust deep, a purely masculine groan rumbling out of him, full of satisfaction. I screamed at the invasion, bucking against him. Fuck, he was big. He stretched my pussy wide with his girth, the pressure painful and pleasurable all at the same time.
“You’re tight,” he grunted, sinking deeper. “I knew you would be, but blyad’ .” My tits bounced as he thrust hard, drawing his attention. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked. I moaned, arching my back.
God, it felt so good. He felt so good.
He never lost momentum, fucking me like some wild beast. He drew his hips back until the tip of his cock was sitting at my entrance and then slammed back into me. Withdrew and slammed. Withdrew and slammed. Over and over again.
The wall at my back shook from his brutal fucking.
“This pussy, fucking hell. I’d kill for this pussy.” He gripped my jaw roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You hear me, malyshka ? I’ll gut any man that tries to have what’s mine.”
My pussy clenched, pleasure spiralling down my spine. He groaned, burying his head into my shoulder. His teeth dug into my skin as he held me in place, forcing me to take everything he was giving me.
I strained against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, chanting his name. He was everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me.
“You’re going to cum, aren’t you? I can feel it. Feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter. Squeezing me.” He let go of my hands and gripped my ass painfully, driving into me as he yanked me down onto his cock.
“So good, oh fuck, Aleksandr. You feel so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I clutched him tightly, grasping the wide breadth of his shoulders, relishing the strength he possessed.
“I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”
His words ignited the fire that had been burning inside me and I came hard, white-hot pleasure blasting through me.
My inner walls clutched his cock and his eyes flashed.
His fist smacked hard against the wall next to my head as a deep, Russian curse flew from his mouth.
His thrusts turned wild. In and out. In and out.
His head flew back and he roared out his pleasure.