Elizabeth
It’s not that I don’t want to pack my stuff and leave with him. I have every intention of doing just that. The sooner the better. But sucking him, bringing him pleasure like he did for me. It did something to me.
“What is it, zolotse?” he asks, concern edging his voice.
I slide my fingers to my center and press, enjoying the shiver that shoots through me, before bringing them back up. They are sticky and wet.
Diomid groans.
“Elizabeth, what is it?”
“I’m not sure. I feel like I did last night, and this morning.”
“Aroused?” he asks. “Sucking my cock turned you on?”
I nod and he groans again, the sound sending a pulse straight to my clit as I watch him twitch and harden again.
“It’s too soon for me, zolotse,” he says. “Here—” he reaches for my hips and pulls me over him until my core is hovering over his face. “Hold on to the headboard.”
I do as I’m told as he lowers me onto his face. I can’t stop my hips from rocking against him as he licks and sucks at my feminine folds. I lean back, letting go of the headboard and reaching behind me, squeezing his cock until it throbs and hardens in my hand.
I continue riding his face, but need something more to crest the wave that feels just out of reach.
When I feel his shaft quiver, I look back and see the tiny bead of precum at the tip. I lift myself off his face and lower myself down his body. His mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal, his eyes drink in the sight of me like a starving man.
I line him up with my entrance and slide down his shaft in one unbroken movement, impaling myself on him fully.
The moment I sink down on him, a raw sound tears out of his throat, half growl, half plea.
He’s thick and hot and impossibly hard again, stretching me so perfectly that my head falls back and my breath catches on a broken moan.
His hands clamp onto my hips, fingers digging in like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold tight enough.
“Look at you,” he rasps, voice shredded with lust and wonder. “Such a greedy little thing. I just poured everything I had down your throat and you’re still starving for me.”
I roll my hips, slow and deliberate, savoring the way he fills me, the way his eyes darken to molten gold when I clench around him.
“Yes,” I whisper, because denying it feels pointless now.
He thrusts up hard, once, making me gasp.
“You drained me, Elizabeth. Took every drop like it belonged to you.” His grip tightens, guiding me faster. “And I’m still hard for you. Still ready to give you more. Because this cock? It only answers to you now.”
Heat floods me at his words, at the raw possession in them. I brace my hands on his chest and ride him harder, chasing the ache that’s been building since the moment I tasted him. The room fills with the slick sounds of us, our breathless pants as we chase another release.
“That’s it,” he growls, watching me like I’m the only thing in the universe.
“Take what’s yours. Ride me until you’re full of my cum again.
I don’t care if I’m empty. I’ll keep filling you.
Every time you want it, every time you look at me like that, I’ll give it to you until your pussy drips with me. ”
He grips my hips harder, eyes locked on my breasts as I rise and fall on him. His voice comes out low and reverent, almost broken with awe.
“God, look at these perfect tits… bouncing just for me. So full, so fucking gorgeous. I could watch them move like this forever.” He grits his teeth as though he is trying to stave off the pleasure.
“Keep riding me just like that, zolotse… let me see them bounce every time you take me deep, let me see them tremble when you come.”
His words unravel me. I lean forward, changing the angle, and he hits that spot inside that makes my vision blur.
“Diomid,” I moan, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Say it,” he demands, hips snapping up to meet mine. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”
“You,” I gasp, the confession torn from me as pleasure coils tighter. “Only you.”
“Fuck yes,” he snarls. “This pretty cunt was made for me. And I’m going to keep proving it. Over and over until you never doubt it again.”
The words tip me over. I come apart hard, clenching around him, crying out his name as wave after wave crashes through me.
He follows right after, eyes never leaving my tits, hips jerking.
The sound ripping from his throat this time is a desperate, disbelieving sort of surprize as he spills deep inside me again, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
I collapse onto him, trembling, sweat-slicked and breathless. He wraps his arms around me instantly, holding me so tight I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my own.
“Still not done with you,” he murmurs against my temple as his cock twitches inside me, his voice rough with satisfaction and promise. “Never will be.”
I smile into his skin, boneless and utterly his. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m not done with you, either.”