Chapter 27
Kasimir~
I was addicted to hearing Zoya beg for my cock, so that’s why I kept demanding that she tell me how much she loved the way that I owned her pussy.
Knowing how she’d wanted nothing to do with me at first, I needed the constant validation to be able to do all the dirty stuff that I loved doing to her body.
“Tell me that you want me, lepestok,” I ordered. “Tell me that you want me, so that I can leave you leaking all throughout your shift tonight.”
“Oh, God...” she moaned as I slid my fingers down through her ass cheeks, stopping to play with her puckered ass.
Even though that wasn’t what I’d been asking for, since we didn’t have much time before she had to be at work, it was going to have to be good enough.
So, with that sweet moan still ringing in my ears, I lowered onto my haunches as I spread her ass open, and instead of going for her pussy, I let my tongue play with her tight asshole, and I love how eating Zoya’s ass always made her cum undone.
“Kasimir...” she whimpered, and that was another thing that drove me crazy. My name falling from her lips was never going to get old.
Moving my tongue lower, Zoya was already leaking for me, and I lapped up her cream like a very good boy.
I buried my face between her thighs, and I ate her pussy until her whimpers had turned to low moans full of need.
I ate her pussy and ass until Zoya was a trembling mess, finally giving me what I’d wanted since I first kissed her.
“Kasimir, please...” she begged. “God, please...”
I immediately stood up, then freeing myself as quickly as I could, I had my cock in my hand, lining it up against her pussy, her scent filling my brain.
Leaning over her, I said, “You better hold on, baby.”
As soon as Zoya gripped the edge of the table, I slid every inch of my dick inside her tight cunt, and I let out a deep grunt as Zoya’s ass pushed back, taking it all.
It also didn’t matter how many times I made her take my cock, every single time felt as incredible as the last, and it had nothing to do with going in bare.
This was all about Zoya and how I felt about her, and maybe I had a breeding kink with how much I got off on the idea of cumming inside her.
“Fuck, I love the way that you take my cock,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking eager for me.”
“Kasimir, please...”
“It’ll never be enough, Zoya,” I told her. “It will never be fucking enough.”
To prove my point, I dropped a bead of spit on her ass, then slid one finger inside as I kept thrusting in and out of her pussy, and the dual sensations had Zoya moaning louder, and I could only hope that everyone else in the house could hear me fucking her deep.
It wasn’t until I slid a second finger inside her ass that she threw her head back, the sounds of her slickness mixing with the slap of our of bodies. “Oh, God...”
“Say the words, baby,” I demanded. “Tell me to fuck your sweet ass. Tell me to stretch you open, so that you can feel me with every step that you take at work tonight.”
“Kasimir...”
“Show me what a good little whore you can be for me, Zoya,” I taunted. “Only me.”
Zoya’s head turned to the side, and the look of need on her face was enough to drive me out of my mind with what I felt for her.
Feelings that I’d never felt for a woman before and would never feel for any other woman again.
This woman was it for me, and there was no doubt about it, not that there’d ever been.
I wasn’t sure how long she took my cock, but when I finally felt like her ass had been stretched out enough to take me, I pulled out of her pussy, then lined the head against her ass.
“I want you to stick your hand between your legs, then play with your pussy as I fuck your tight asshole, baby. Let’s make it feel good together. ”
Zoya let out a shaky breath, but she did as I’d asked, and once her fingers began dancing across her hard clit, I pushed my dick into her ass, and that was another sensation that sent dark tingles down my spine.
Continuously taking her bare made me feel like a goddamn virgin each time, and her tight ass clamped around my cock with nothing between us made me feel feral enough to not want to ever let her out of my sight.
Other than my love for blood, I’d never been addicted to anything before, but it was clear that Zoya had me in the palm of her hand like nothing else ever had.
“Does that feel good, baby? I growled. “You like that?”
“Yes...” she choked out. “God, yes...”
With my fingers digging into her hips, I started thrusting into her steadily, making sure that she got it balls-deep each time. “Tell me that you’re mine,” I demanded. “Tell me that you’ll always be mine.”
“Kasimir...”
“Say it, lepestok,” I growled. “If you want me to let you leave here, you’ll say it.”
“I’m yours...” she panted as I kept stretching her out. “I’m yours...”
“Forever,” I added, feeling dangerously needy.
“Oh, God...”
“Fucking say it,” I snapped. “Tell me that you’ll be mine forever.”
“Forever...” she cried out. “I’m yours forever...”
I started fucking her harder, slamming into her ass with more force than was probably needed, but I wanted to make a point. Every time that I was inside her, I wanted to make a point of understanding where she was concerned. Zoya was mine in every fucking way possible, and I wanted her to know it.
Reaching out with my left arm, I wrapped my hand around the front of her throat, then yanked her backwards until her body was bowed uncomfortably for me. “I will never let you go,” I growled, my breath hot on her ear. “I will never let you fucking go, lepestok.”
“Don’t stop...” she begged. “I’m...God, don’t stop, Kasimir...”
“Never,” I repeated as I kept slamming into her. “I am keeping you forever.”
“Kasimir...oh, God...”
As soon as her body began shaking, Zoya slapped both of her hands on the tabletop, and I let out a low hiss as her ass tightened around my cock, her orgasm rocking the both of us.
However, I wasn’t even close to being done with her, so I pulled out, gathered her orgasm with the head of my dick, then shoved myself back inside her ass.
Zoya let out another cry as I let go of her neck, then went back to fucking her deep, hard, and almost angrily with how badly I wanted her. It was a feral need for her that had me by the balls, and the only thing that was getting me through this was knowing that she’d be moving in with me tomorrow.
“Mine,” I grunted. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours...” she repeated.
“You’re marrying me,” I told her, that familiar tingling gathering at the base of my balls. “You’re marrying me, baby.”
Zoya slapped her hands on the tabletop again, and when she came for me a second time, that’s when I finally unloaded inside her, and my own orgasm hit me hard enough for white spots to dance behind my eyes, and I erupted inside her hard enough to bruise every inch inside her.
When I was finally done cumming inside her ass, I didn’t immediately pull out.
I stayed buried inside her, making sure that my cum remained safely secured in that little forbidden orifice, and I really did want her to feel me leaking from her all night long.
If she had to be away from me, then I wanted her to smell like me while she was.
After a couple of quiet moments, I said, “You will be in my bed tomorrow night, lepestok. There will be no more nights when I do not fall asleep next to you. Understand?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly.
“I will not be without you when I don’t have to be,” I added. “I cannot be without you when I don’t have to be.”
Zoya didn’t say anything as I finally slid out of her ass, and with my cum tucked safely deep inside her, I pulled up her panties and jeans, then got her straightened out before I finally put myself back together.
When she turned around to look up at me, she asked, “Is it always going to be like this?”
“Yes,” I answered easily. “I’m always going to need you like a starved man, and I’m going to expect you to always be available to alleviate that need.”
“So, my only purpose in life will be to please you?” she asked, the displeasure in her voice clear.
“No, lepestok,” I replied. “Your purpose in life will be to keep me sane. Your purpose in life will be to keep me functioning as reasonably possible when I cannot be near you.”
“You’re crazy, Kasimir,” she replied as she shook her head.
“I’m aware,” I chuckled. “Unfortunately, I am also crazy about you, and I almost feel sorry for you.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” she sighed.