Chapter 28
Kasimir~
The sounds of Zoya cumming on my face were never going to get old. Hearing her need for me was never going to get old, whether it was her pleas falling from her lips or her body dripping wet for me, she was always going to make me feel invincible as long as she wanted me.
With my pants unzipped and Zoya’s legs spread wide, there was nothing stopping me from taking what belonged to me, and while I cared that we were in the kitchen for her modesty’s sake, I didn’t give a fuck who heard me fucking my fiancé.
As long as no one saw her naked, then I was fine with it, and that was the only reason why her dress was still on, her pussy the only thing visible.
Grabbing the base of my dick, I ran the head up and down through her plump folds, and her body reacted sinfully every time that it ran over her clit. No matter what she let me do to her, Zoya always responded honestly, and I loved how she wasn’t embarrassed to let me own her.
“You really look so fucking beautiful when you have your legs spread open for me like this,” I told her, toying with her, teasing her. “Even if you’re not completely naked, it doesn’t matter. You always look stunning when you’re ready for me, baby.”
“Kasimir, please...” she begged, and that was another thing that never failed to send a deep spike of pleasure straight down my back.
Whenever Zoya begged for me, I knew that it wasn’t an act; I knew that she wasn’t begging for my last name or my money.
Zoya wanted me, and not only did she want me unabashedly, but she wanted all of the broken parts that came with me.
She didn’t care that I was violent and mentally unstable on most days.
She didn’t care that I’d become needy where she was concerned.
Zoya wanted me, and she wasn’t afraid to want me.
She didn’t care that none of this made any sense.
“Does that pretty little pussy need my cock?” I cooed, already knowing that it did. “Does it need to be stretched out before being filled with my cum?”
“Yes...” she choked out, that need for me front and center. “God, yes...”
Refusing to deny myself any longer, I lined the head of my dick with her pussy, then pushed into her hot paradise, inch by glorious inch. I savored every sensation as her body took me in, her tight cunt squeezing me like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned once I was balls-deep inside her. “You feel more incredible every time.”
“Kasimir...more, please...” she moaned as her fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter, holding on. “I need more...”
Being as careful as I could be, I grabbed her thighs again, then pulled out in long, slow, measured strokes.
Until her ribs healed completely, I was going to do my best to give her what she needed without causing her any further physical harm.
As much as I wanted to rail her until she begged me to stop, I knew that I couldn’t, so taking my time with her it would be.
“Do you like that, baby?” I grunted. “Do you feel every inch of my cock stretching you out?”
“Yes...” she whimpered. “God...yes...”
Doing my best to make this all about her, I took my time with every stroke, bottoming out each time, holding my cock in place, making it feel almost uncomfortable for the both of us. She felt full, and I felt the need to push in farther, to own every inch of her.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I praised her. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
Zoya’s back arched as I pushed into her again, and I wanted so badly to pull the top of her dress down, baring her tits to me. Nevertheless, no matter how good she felt wrapped around me, and no matter how sexy she looked, I was still mindful that we were in the kitchen.
With my hands still gripping her thighs, I fucked Zoya steadily for as long as I could until that familiar feeling of heat began slithering down my spine, straight to my dick.
The sensitivity to the head of my dick was quickly taking over, and I couldn’t have that until I made this woman cum for me.
Slow and steady had been enough until now, something that I’d found surprisingly pleasurable in a different way.
Granted, when feelings were involved, everything was different.
Needing Zoya with me, I let go of one of her thighs, then used my thumb to manipulate her clit, strumming on it with the perfect amount of pressure and with a rhythm that I knew drove Zoya wild.
I measured each stroke against the brush of my thumb, and it wasn’t long before Zoya’s sweet whimpers became deep, loud, breathless moans, and that’s what I’d been waiting for.
“Are you getting ready to cum for me, baby?” I grunted.
“Yes...” she answered, unashamed.
“Good girl,” I smirked. “Make a mess for me, lepestok.”
“Don’t stop...” she ordered. “Just...God, Kasimir...don’t stop...”
“Not until you cum for me,” I assured her. “Not until you make a mess all over this counter, baby.”
“Kasimir...oh, God...” she cried out just before she finally went over the edge, and I couldn’t stop the growl that escaped my throat as I felt her pussy tighten around me. “Oh, God...”
I didn’t let up until she was trying to push my hand away, the sensitivity becoming too much, and only then did I grab her thigh with my free hand again, cumming inside her while her body trembled all around my hard cock, the sight of her coming undone making me crave her even more.
Watching Zoya cum unabashedly was always going to drive me just a little more insane, but I was okay with that.
“So fucking beautiful,” I hissed as we let our orgasms wash over us, the sensations lasting nowhere near long enough. “So goddamn beautiful.”
Not caring about the mess, once my dick began softening, I pulled out of Zoya’s pussy, and she dripped magnificently on the kitchen counter, and the sick part of me wanted to leave our combined releases on the counter forever.
Of course, I didn’t, knowing that it’d humiliate Zoya to no end, and I’d never do that to her.
After I put my dick back in my pants, I helped Zoya to sit up, and she looked absolutely wrecked, which wasn’t a problem. I had no problem carrying her up to our bedroom or wherever else she wanted to rest after what just happened.
“We need to clean the counter,” she said before letting out a long, tired sigh. “This is so unsanitary, Kasimir.”
That got a chuckle out of me. “I’m not worried about it, but I’ll be sure to clean up since it means so much to you.”
Her brow scowled in thought. “Where are my panties?”
“In my pocket,” I answered. “I figured that you wouldn’t want them accidentally left behind for any of the guards or housekeepers to find.”
Zoya’s face turned a bright red. “Yeah, no...I wouldn’t want that.”
With her hair a wild mess, I reached up, then did my best to push the wayward strands from her face. “We’re getting married this weekend,” I informed her. “No more waiting, lepestok.”
Her hazel eyes looked warried but no longer scared like they used to. “Are you sure it’s not too soon? I mean, what’s the rush?”
“The rush is that I’m tired of not seeing my ring on your finger,” I answered honestly. “I’m tired of you still using your father’s last name, especially when he doesn’t deserve it. I’m also tired of the world not knowing that you’re mine in every way.”
Instead of saying anything to that, Zoya reached out, grabbed the fabric of my shirt, then dropped her head against my chest. My hands immediately went to her back, and I remained silent as I rubbed up and down, wishing that she didn’t have her dress on, so that I could feel her soft skin.
“You know, you have permission to fall apart whenever you feel the need, Zoya,” I told her. “It doesn’t make you weak to need a moment, whenever that moment may be.”
Pulling back, Zoya looked at me, her hazel eyes still looking wary, but also a bit tired. “I’m hoping that once I push past all that’s happened these past few weeks, I’ll no longer need a moment to fall apart. I’m hoping that God takes pity on me and spares me any more tragedies.”
I took her face in my hands before I placed a soft kiss on her lips. “And if He decides that you need to be tested again, just know that I’ll be here for whatever may come your way, Zoya. You are not walking this life alone, nor will you ever be.”
“And if anything were to ever happen to you?” she posed. “I mean, you don’t exactly lead a sedentary lifestyle.”
“True,” I conceded, grinning at her. “However, with or without the paperwork, you’re a Korolev now, and my family will always take care of you in the event of...any unpleasantness.”
Her brows rose. “Any unpleasantness? That’s how you’re phrasing your untimely death?”
My grin turned into a full-watt smile. “I was trying to be sensitive to your wariness.”
“How gentlemanly of you,” she deadpanned.
“Very,” I chuckled.
After a few seconds, I ran my hands over her thighs as I said, “I will always make sure that you’re taken care of, Zoya. Please believe that.”
She let out a deep sigh before saying, “I really fucking hope so.”