Chapter 9 #2
He runs his thumb over my lips before standing back up.
My body still trembles from all the adrenaline coursing through me, and when he drags his fingers down my spine, I moan his name and dig my toes into the mud, trying to gain some leverage so I can arch up even more for him.
I keep waiting for him to step behind me and press his cock inside me, but that’s not what I get.
Instead of a thick shaft sliding into my drenched pussy, it’s a sharp smack to my ass.
The loud pop of it echoes in my ears as I lift my head in shock.
Before I can say anything, he spanks me again, pushing me forward so the rough bark scrapes against my tits and stomach.
The heat of his breath on the nape of my neck startles me enough to make me gasp.
He opens his mouth, biting me just like animals will do to show dominance over another.
He doesn’t bite down hard, just enough for me to feel the strength of him.
Holding me in place, he spanks my ass again and then lightly dances his fingers over my stinging skin while he kisses his way down my spine.
The rain is still coming down, but it’s slower now, and the mix of all these different sensations is making me fucking lightheaded.
“Volodya,” I beg, not sure how much more my body can take.
“Yes, kiska?” His voice is a sexy purr against my lower back. He sounds so fucking calm and in control while my knees keep threatening to give out and I still feel like I’m on the verge of passing out.
Now that I have his attention, I don’t know what to say. I’m feeling too many things at once, my thoughts too scattered and my body too busy pin-balling between raw lust and trying not to faint. All I can do is let out a small whimper and hope like hell he can decipher what I’m trying to say.
He gives my ass a soft bite and then breaks contact.
I hear the sound of his zipper being slowly pulled down, but all I can do is hang over my log as the rain continues to hit me with my ass in the air.
When he grips my hips, his hands are hot and I soak up his heat with a moan, letting it cut through my chilled skin.
He leans over me, pressing his chest against my back, warming me with his body until my teeth are no longer chattering.
“I know you think I should go easy on you, kiska. Take you back to the house and make love to you in my bed, so gently and sweetly that it would bring tears to your eyes, but that’s not what I promised you, is it?”
“No,” I whisper, remembering what he’d told me when he’d held the knife to my throat after I’d woken him up because I couldn’t resist touching his face while he was sleeping.
This will be rough, and it will hurt, but even knowing that, I still want it.
He will always be a temptation that I won’t be able to resist. I’m helpless around him.
“Oh my god,” I moan when he brings his hips closer and presses his hard cock against my ass.
I’d felt him through his pants, and he’d told me he was bigger than my toy, but in the back of my mind I still thought that he must be exaggerating, that it couldn’t possibly be all that big, but I’d been wrong.
The heat of him soaks into my skin, and I start to have serious doubts that this is going to work.
“Volodya,” I moan, trying to brace myself against the trunk so I can lift up. Fear starts to take over, pushing everything else aside except my need to get away from that monster between his legs.
“Easy, kiska,” he murmurs, cupping my face and holding me still so he can meet my eyes. “Look at me.”
He waits patiently for me to calm down and meet his eyes.
When I do, I’m surprised by how much warmth I see in them.
Volodya can give one hell of a dead stare, and he can look at me like he’s going to burn the fucking world down to get inside me, but he can also look so damn sweet, and that’s the look he’s giving me now.
The one that makes me feel like I’m turning into a puddle at his feet.
“I need you to trust me, sweetheart.”
“I do trust you, but I’m scared,” I admit.
His expression softens as he leans in closer and gently kisses me.
Running his tongue over my lips, he slowly dips inside and deepens the kiss.
His cock pulses between my thighs when I run my tongue over his and open wider for him.
He groans and presses harder against me, sliding the length of him along my wet skin.
Pulling back, he whispers against my lips. “Trust me, kiska. Trust me with your body.”
I nod my head as he gives me one more kiss and then stands back up behind me. Firmly gripping my hips, he lifts me up so my feet are off the ground. I kick at air and brace myself against the tree.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he groans, spreading my thighs and sliding his shaft between my legs again.
“Holy fuck,” I moan when he slides his thick cock along my pussy. He teases me until I’m panting and the fear I’d felt just moments ago is a long-forgotten memory. All I can think about now is how badly I want him inside me. “Please,” I beg. “God, please, Volodya.”
His deep laugh is so goddamn sexy that it just enhances the moment.
He’s holding me too tightly for me to be able to move, and being at his mercy is intoxicating.
Pulling back, he positions the head of his cock against my slit and very gently parts my lips.
I can already feel how big he is, and my body instinctively starts to tense.
“Oh no you don’t,” he groans. “Don’t you dare try and keep me out, kiska. This is my pussy, remember? It belongs to me.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasp, trying like hell to relax.
He nudges me with his cock again, pressing in harder and sliding his head into me. “That’s my good girl,” he groans, sliding in a bit more.
My fingers dig into the tree as a guttural moan leaves my body. He’s barely in and already I feel like he’s splitting me in two.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He feeds me several more inches. “So tight and wet, just like I knew you would be.”
His accent is thicker, and even though my pussy feels like it’s on fire at the moment, I still get a thrill out of hearing how much he’s enjoying this.
I clench around him even tighter when he feeds me another inch, pulling another groan from him.
He surprises me by slowly pulling out, fucking me with half his cock until the pleasure starts to override the pain.
The next thrust pulls a scream from me as he slides all the way in, locking our bodies together in a way that I hadn’t even known was possible.
This goes so far beyond anything else I’ve ever experienced.
There is no beginning or end to me. Everything that I am is entwined with him until I know with absolute certainty that I will never be fully separated from him again.
Even after our bodies disconnect, I will carry a part of him around with me until the day I die.
Leaning over me, he whispers something in Russian against my neck and slowly starts to fuck me.
The sensation goes beyond words. All I can do is cling to the tree I’m bent over as he pulls noises from me that I didn’t even know I was capable of making.
The rough bark scratches my skin, but I barely register the pain.
When I start to come, he speeds his hips up as my feet kick at empty air and my whole body bows back with my release.
I scream his name to the night sky, not giving a flying fuck if the whole goddamn city can hear me.
Let the whole world hear who I belong to. I’m long past caring.
Before I’ve even fully come down, he’s growling something and sliding out of me, making me moan in protest at the loss of him. Picking me up, he walks us a few feet away to a clearing and sets me down.
“Hands and knees,” he growls.
I use the last of my strength and get into position.
My pussy feels empty without him, but he doesn’t make me wait long.
Wrapping his body around mine, he slides back into me, and when I turn my face to his, he quickly brings his mouth to mine.
He fucks me hard while he kisses me so damn sweetly—the two different sides of himself at war with each other as he tries so hard to not hurt me more than I can take.
Wrapping an arm around me, he sits back, taking me with him so I’m impaled on his cock and gasping at how deep he’s filling me.
“Ride me, sweetheart.” He whispers against my cheek. “Let me feel you come around my cock again.” His hands run over my body like he’s trying to memorize every detail. “You’re so beautiful, kiska.”
“I want to see you,” I tell him.
I feel him smile against my cheek. “I’m right here, baby.”
“I want to see you,” I say again, because him behind me isn’t enough. I raise my hips, pulling another deep groan from him. “Volodya, please.”
With a growl, he grabs onto my hips, lifting me and turning me around with an ease that reminds me of just how strong he is. He hovers me above his cock, locking eyes with me as he slowly lowers me onto him.
“Fuck,” I say in a breathy rush, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my forehead against his. When he’s fully seated inside me, my body is shaking, and I feel complete in a way that has a lump forming in my throat.
I will not cry while we’re having sex, I repeat to myself like a mantra, because if face-to-face is a big step for Volodya, then having me cry on his lap while he fucks me will probably have him running for the damn hills.
“You’re making me break all my rules, kiska,” he whispers, rocking his hips and fucking me in a slow rhythm that has a liquid heat spreading to every part of my body.