Chapter 4 #2
She cries out at the shift, her thighs spreading wide to accommodate me, and I position myself in front of her between her legs, my shaft poised at her soaked opening.
I slide back inside her cunt in one slow, deliberate thrust, watching her face as every inch of my cock fills her again.
“Look at me, beautiful. Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
She whimpers, her limbs circling my torso and urging me in, her pussy strangling my cock. “Fuck, Alexei… your cock… I can’t… It’s too good…”
I bend to her breast, capturing her erect nipple with my lips while my length pounds into her pussy in measured motions. “These gorgeous tits...beautiful. So fucking good!”
“Alexei…”
Switching to her other nipple, I taste and pull and nibble softly as my shaft pounds deeper into her soaked cunt. “These feel amazing. I love playing with them while my cock is inside you.”
My hand slides over her soft abdomen, covering the gentle swell as I grind my cock deep, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open.
“Your curves… Jesus Christ,” I groan, my voice breaking. “Everything about you is fucking flawless.”
My hips stutter, rhythm faltering as addiction cracks wide open in my chest.
“Fuck… what’s it gonna take to make you mine?” I thrust harder, pinning her down into the bear. “You want my wealth? Take it. My empire? It’s yours. My fucking life?”
I bottom out inside her with a brutal snap of my hips, eyes locked on hers.
“Say the word and I’ll sign over every account, every property, every fucking thing I own. I’d put a bullet in my own skull if that’s what it takes. Just say you’re mine, Zoya. Tell me this pussy belongs to me forever.”
She freezes for a second under my touch, but I kiss her gently, my cock sustaining its powerful thrusts into her pussy. “Relax. You’re stunning. I want all of you. Love gripping you here while I’m fucking this perfect cunt.”
I pump harder, redirecting my cock to slam against that perfect spot in her pussy that makes her cry out. “Breathe through it, beautiful. Focus on me. You’re doing amazing with my cock inside you.”
My thumb finds her swollen clit again, rubbing tight, relentless circles while my cock pounds into her dripping pussy. “That’s it. Feel how good this is? Feel my cock fucking you while I play with your clit?”
Zoya grips the stuffed animal’s arm tightly with one fist, her other hand clawing at my back, and she buries her face in the plush material, drowning out her cries while my shaft keeps pounding her pussy.
“Beautiful, hold onto him if you need to. I’m right here. I’ve got you while my cock fucks you.”
“Close… I’m so close… fuck… I’m gonna come…”
“Come now, beautiful. Soak my cock. Let me feel you come undone around me.”
Her cunt clamps down on my cock brutally, spasming and contracting as she screams her release.
I withdraw my shaft quickly, gripping my aching erection and pumping hard while I position the leaking head at her hole, not penetrating, just touching her there.
“I’m gonna mark you, beautiful. Right here at your sweet pussy. ”
I let go and thick ropes of hot cum spill right at her opening, coating her pussy lips, dripping down her slit, marking her as mine.
She whimpers as the thick liquid hits her tender cunt, her body twitching at the heat coating her entrance.
I shift my length up, working out the final spurts of cum over her stomach and tits, claiming her flawless body with my cum.
“Damn. Beautiful, covered in my cum like this.” I sink down, pulling her tight to my chest. “You are so perfect, beautiful.” Reaching for a discarded clothing on the ground, I dab softly at her skin, removing my cum from her tits with tender strokes.
“You okay, beautiful? Was I too rough? Did my cock hurt you?”
She agrees faintly, breathing unevenly. “I’m good… that was… You felt amazing…”
“I know, beautiful.” I press my lips to her temple. “My beautiful girl. You handled my cock perfectly.”
She’s quiet for a moment, catching her breath and coming down from her orgasm. Then she pulls away slightly and looks at me. “Right,” Zoya breathes. “Get your clothes back on.”
I blink, confused. “What?”
“Put your clothes on.” She says again, rising and grabbing her robe. “Time for you to go.”
I gape at her. “You’re… throwing me out? After we just had sex?”
“Correct.” She fastens the robe, concealing her skin that I just marked with my cum.
“After sex?” It’s unbelievable.
“Yes, Alexei. After sex.”
I straighten carefully, confused. “Isn’t this backwards? Aren’t guys the ones who ditch women after sex?”
She beams pleasantly. “Right. I’m using men’s tactics. Put your pants on and get out.”
I begin chuckling, truly entertained. “You actually mean this.”
“Absolutely.” She points at my garments spread across the ground. “Move it. I have things to do.”
“Things to do?” I repeat, standing up and reaching for my trousers. “Like what?”
“Like eat my expensive lobster and count my newfound wealth in peace.”
I shake my head, grinning as I pull on my inner shirt. “You’re something else, beautiful.”
“I know.”
I finish dressing while Zoya stands at the door waiting with her arms crossed, robe tied tight, hair still messy from sex.
She appears absolutely gorgeous, kicking me out after I just fucked her senseless.
Before opening the door, I approach her, removing all distance. She raises her head, brow quirked.
“What?”
I pull her body flush against mine, one hand sliding to the small of her back where I can feel her curves through the robe. She gasps slightly, hands coming up to my chest. Then I kiss her deeply, claiming her mouth like I just claimed her pussy, my tongue sliding against hers.
When I pull back, her eyes are hazy again.
“You’re fucking hot when you’re mean,” I murmur against her lips.
She blinks, coming back to reality. “Excuse me?”
“I fucking love mean-ass women. Especially ones who kick me out after I make them come on my cock.”
She stares at me for a beat. “Okay. Weird. The door’s open. You can go now.”
I chuckle and pull her even closer, my body pressed against hers through the thin robe. “Keep taking notes out of the men’s playbook. It’s so fucking sexy.”
“I hear you.” She pushes firmly against my chest. “Now get therapy for your issues and get out of my apartment.”
“You’re suggesting I have masochistic tendencies?”
“Yes.” She raises an eyebrow. “You look like you enjoy being stepped on. Is that your kink? Should I keep treating you badly?”
I grin. “Only by you, beautiful.”
She makes a disgusted face. “That’s disturbing. Out. Now.”
I hesitate at the door, then turn back. “So… this is actually my first time.”
She goes still, staring. “Hold on. You’ve never had sex? Your cock did all that, and you’re inexperienced?”
“God, no.” What the hell! I drag fingers through my hair uncomfortably.
“But I’ve never been thrown out post-sex before.
Usually, I’m the one leaving after fucking someone.
Or women plead with me to stay after I’ve had my cock in them.
” I motion clumsily between us. “This situation where you’re dismissing me after we had sex… It’s unfamiliar territory.”
She stares at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“I don’t know if I’m doing this right,” I continue, feeling increasingly stupid. “Am I supposed to argue more? Beg to stay? Or just… leave quietly like you want?”
The silence stretches.
“Are you seriously asking me for instructions on how to get kicked out of my apartment?”
“Yes?”
She blinks. Then starts laughing. “Oh, my God. You’re serious. You actually don’t know what to do right now.”
“In my defense, like I just admitted, this has never happened before.”
“That’s sad.” She’s still laughing. “Okay. Here’s what you do. You walk out that door. You go home. You don’t text me asking if I got home safe because I’m already home. And you definitely don’t show up tomorrow with more gifts.”
“So… just leave?”
“Yes, Alexei. Just leave.”
“Right. Okay.” I open the door, then pause again. “And this is… normal? Women do this?”
“Oh my God, you’re seriously…” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes lighting up with a wicked idea. “Wait. Hold on. I’m coming.”
She disappears back into the apartment.
I stand there in the doorway, confused. Is she getting me something? A parting gift? Maybe she changed her mind about kicking me out?
She returns a moment later holding a 100 euro bill. And before I can ask what it’s for, she slaps it against my chest. “There. For your dick and gas.”
I catch it automatically, staring at her. “You’re… paying me?”
“You wanted the full experience, right?” She crosses her arms, smirking. “Well, this is what men do. They leave money and bounce. So there you go. Now get out.”
I stare at the 100 euros in my hand, then at her smug face. “You did not just pay me for sex.”
“I absolutely did. Feels good, doesn’t it? Very empowering.” She makes a shooing motion. “Now get out before I ask for change.”
Zoya physically pushes me into the hallway, and the door shuts firmly behind me. I stand there for a moment, still holding the hundred euro bill, then start laughing to myself as I head down the stairs.
She just kicked me out.
After the best sex of my life.
And paid me for it.
I want to marry her.