Chapter 20 #2
Zoya presses her palms flat against the rough bark as I flip her dress up over her hips, bunching the silk at her waist. That pale blue thong is soaked through, clinging obscenely to her skin, I hook my fingers into the lace and tear it apart, the sound of the ripping fabric lost to her whimpers.
Gripping my cock, I drag it through her slick folds, coating myself in her heat until I am dripping.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice small and desperate.
I push just the tip inside her, moving slowly to let her feel the stretch. Then, I drive in hard, burying myself balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck…” The groan rips from my throat as her walls clench around me like a vice. She jolts forward, crying out into the night, and I don’t wait. I start pounding into her immediately, deep, heavy strokes that make her ass bounce against my hips.
“Alexei…it’s too much,” she moans, her voice cracking.
“I know, baby, I know,” I rasp, my hips snapping forward with a force I can’t control. One I don’t bother to control. “I’m sorry, Vedma. You just feel too fucking good. I can’t stop.”
She tries to reach back, one hand leaving the tree to push at my hip to slow me down, but I catch her wrist in a heartbeat, pinning it against the small of her back.
I use it as leverage to pull her onto me even harder.
Faster. My balls slap against her clit with every thrust, the wet sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the trees.
“Alexei…” Her moans turn desperate, bordering on sobs. “I can’t…”
“You can,” I growl, leaning forward to sink my teeth into the side of her neck, marking her deep. “Your pussy is strangling me, Vedma. I can feel you pulsing all over me.”
I’m driving into her without mercy, my free hand digging into her hip to keep her in place, that’s when i notice a man standing in the shadows about twenty meters away, his cock out, stroking himself frantically as he watches us.
White-hot rage explodes in my chest, but I don't stop fucking her. My hips never miss a beat as I reach into my jacket and pull my gun. I aim it right at his head, my voice coming out dead and ice-cold.
“You’ve got three seconds to disappear before I put a bullet between your eyes while I’m balls-deep in my wife. One.”
He doesn’t wait for two, scrambling away and stumbling over his own feet to get out of sight. I shove the gun into my back pocket and grip Zoya’s hips with both hands, slamming into her harder and deeper than before.
“Nobody else gets to see you like this,” I growl, biting her shoulder. “This pussy is mine. These sounds you’re making…all mine.”
Her legs start to give out, shaking violently under the strain.
Before she can collapse, I pull out, spin her around, and hoist her up.
The shredded remains of her panties fall away completely as I pin her back against the tree.
My hands hook under her thighs as I drive back into her in one brutal motion.
“Oh god…” she moans, her head falling back against the bark.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I command, my voice rough and strained. “Look at me.”
Her eyes flutter, struggling to find focus as they start to slip closed.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I groan, using one hand to tap her cheek lightly. “Stay with me, Vedma. I want to see your pretty eyes.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers, her eyes sliding shut again.
I bring my hand down on her ass in a sharp, stinging spank. Her eyes fly open with a gasp. “That’s it,” I groan. “Look at me. I want to see every expression on your face while I fuck you.”
I keep one hand on her ass, spanking her every time her eyes start to drift, while the other supports her weight.
Her pussy clenches with every smack, milking me until all I see are stars.
I watch her mouth fall open, watch her pupils dilate as the flush spreads across her chest, but after a few more minutes, she finds it impossible to fight the exhaustion anymore.
Her head falls forward against my shoulder, her body going limp as she passes out cold.
“That’s okay, beautiful,” I murmur, wrapping both arms around her to hold her close. “I’ve got you.”
Even though she’s unconscious, I’m not done.
I keep fucking her, using her pliant, heavy body as I thrust up into her for another fifteen minutes.
Her pussy still clenches around me, her body responding even while her mind is gone.
Finally, I bury myself as deep as I can go and let out a guttural groan, flooding her with thick spurts of cum.
I stay there, pulsing inside her until the last of the release is spent.
When I finish, I don’t pull out. I keep my cock buried deep inside her as I bend to retrieve her coat.
Wrapping it around her shoulders to cover her, I start walking back toward the road, carrying her through the dark.
Every step I take makes my cock shift inside her, making her pussy squeeze me, but she stays under, her head lolling against my shoulder.
The SUV pulls up within minutes. Viktor gets out and opens the door, his expression as neutral as if he were picking us up from the grocery store. I climb in carefully, keeping her on my lap without ever breaking our connection.
“Home,” I tell him, and the partition slides up, sealing us in the back.
The car starts moving, and I adjust her on my lap.
I grip her hips and start moving her up and down, slow at first, using her while unconscious.
Fuck, she feels good - so warm and tight.
I groan, pulling her down harder on my cock.
I know she was passed out drunk, but I can’t stop.
I keep lifting her hips and dropping her back down, impaling her on me over and over.
The rocking of the car helps me drive even deeper.
After a few minutes, her eyes flutter open again, glazed and unfocused. “Alexei…” she mumbles, her hands pushing weakly at my chest. “Tired… I’m tired…” She tries to shift away, and my cock slips out of her.
“No.” The word comes out harsh. I grab her hips and pull her back, but she keeps trying to move on the seat. I bring my hand down on her ass - once, twice - the sharp smacks echoing in the quiet car.
“Stay still,” I growl, lining myself up and pulling her back down. I drive back into her in one brutal thrust, and she whimpers, but she stops resisting.
I am completely obsessed, gone from the world.
I know she is exhausted, that she’s barely here, but I keep bouncing her on my cock, groaning with every thrust as I use her body for my own satisfaction.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, her eyes closing again, and I just keep moving, burying myself inside her over and over until I finally come, flooding her a second time.
By the time we pull up to the house, Zoya is completely under again. I pull out to make quick work of her clothes leaving her naked, then I stay inside her, holding her close as I lay her on the bed, her against my chest and letting myself finally soften inside her warmth.
We sleep like that - my cum sealed inside her, my cock nestled in her heat, her body curled perfectly against mine. Tomorrow morning, she’ll wake up sore, aching, and full of questions. But tonight, she is mine.