Chapter 11 Maddie #2
I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful man who’s kissing my body like it’s something sacred.
He closes his eyes, running his nose between my breasts, letting out a sigh as he breathes me in.
Kissing a line lower, he licks and nips at my skin, but everything he does is soft and gentle.
His teeth graze my skin, but nothing he does is going to leave a mark.
The night in the woods, he was ravenous, a man unhinged while still hanging onto just enough control to not tear me to pieces, but this is a different Volodya.
He’s just as intense, but our first time together felt like he was marking me, proving to himself and the world that I belonged to him, but right now he knows I’m his, and he’s losing himself in my body, memorizing every detail of it like this is a religious experience for him.
It’s intoxicating to be on the receiving end of such all-consuming adoration, especially when the man is a tatted-up wall of muscle with the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
As if he can read my mind, he looks up at me from beneath his long, dark lashes and gives me a wink while his tongue circles my bellybutton and his fingers make quick work of my pants.
Soon I’m naked and he’s hovering his face above my pussy, parting my thighs even wider so he can see me better.
I’m completely on display, and when he tilts my hips up, I give a quick yelp and try to lower myself back down.
I know he can see every damn part of me, and my face heats up in embarrassment.
“Kiska,” he whispers, letting me feel the heat of his breath against my exposed pussy. “No part of you is forbidden to me.”
I’ve always been too embarrassed and scared to do anything butt related, and knowing how large Volodya is doesn’t make me want to hop on my hands and knees and offer my ass to him. Sensing how nervous I am, he nuzzles my pussy, kissing and licking me until my body starts to relax.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass today, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my pussy, “but I’m a jealous man when it comes to you, and I need to possess every inch of you.”
“It’ll hurt,” I whisper.
“It will,” he agrees, “but it will quickly turn to pleasure, and I will never give you more than you can take.”
He slides his tongue into me, making me forget about everything except the feel of his mouth as he devours me.
Everything he does feels sinfully wicked, like it’s wrong but in the best fucking way possible.
His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider, tilting me up even more for his eager mouth.
The long, slow licks he’s giving me are making my eyes roll back in my head and pulling sounds from me that I wasn’t even aware I could make.
It’s obvious who owns my body now, and it sure as fuck isn’t me.
Giving one of my pussy lips a soft bite, he pulls another raspy moan from me and then latches onto my clit, sucking and licking until I’m screaming his name and bucking up against him, fucking his face like the wild woman he’s turned me into.
When I start to come down, he gives me lazy kisses and licks, sending little aftershocks of pleasure all through me until my whole body feels like it’s melting beneath him.
I’m so blissed-out that I don’t notice him pushing my thighs against my chest so my hips rock up until I feel his tongue run over my asshole.
“The fuck!” I gasp, making him laugh.
He licks me again, lighting up all the nerve endings I never knew existed and surprising the hell out of me with how good it feels.
I’m expecting another lick, secretly hoping for it, but he ignores the way I’m panting and how my hips are rocking ever so slightly in anticipation and gives my ass cheek a soft bite.
“Baby steps, sweetheart,” he whispers against my skin, kissing his way back up my body, smiling against me when I paw at his shirt, desperate to get him naked. He lets me pull the shirt off him and then steps back long enough to kick off his boots and get rid of his jeans and boxer briefs.
“Damn,” I whisper when his thick cock springs free.
I’d thought maybe I’d imagined how well endowed he is, but nope.
He’s just as big as my memories of him. Sitting up, I grab onto his trim waist, marveling at the deep grooves etched into his body from all the muscle, and pull him closer.
My eyes run over the thick length of him, wondering if it’s even possible to give this man a blowjob.
“Something wrong?” he asks, hooking a finger under my chin and tilting my face up to his.
“I was just wondering if it was possible to actually choke to death on dick.”
His deep laugh makes me blush because I’m not joking. It’s a legitimate fear I now have.
He runs his thumb over my lips. “I won’t let you go too long without air, kiska.”
I’m about to ask what the fuck that means, but then I see a bead of pre-cum form at his head and I’m already leaning closer to run my tongue over his slit, pulling a groan from him as I fill my mouth with his taste.
Once it hits my tongue, I’m a goner. I wrap my lips around him, sucking him in deeper as he fists my hair and thrusts his hips, forcing himself in far enough to make me gag.
“I said I’d be gentle, kiska, but that was before you put your sweet little mouth on my cock. Goddamn, you’re testing my limits.”
I look up at him, my eyes filled with tears because I’m gagging again. He lets out a growl when they spill over and trail a line down my cheeks.
“I could fucking come just from this, just from watching you choke on my cock.”
He fists my hair tighter and starts to fuck my mouth, being careful to not go in any deeper.
His eyes are dark with lust, and the wild glint in them lets me know he’s close to losing all control.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him harder and run my tongue over him, pulling a deep growl from him as he thrusts in harder.
This time when I gag, he smiles and brings one hand to my neck.
“That’s my good girl. Choke on it, baby.”
I let out a moan because even though I can’t breathe and I feel like I’m going to gag again any second, it’s hot as hell to have him looking down at me and calling me his good girl while he’s spreading my lips tight enough to feel like cracks are forming in the corners of my mouth.
His hand tightens on my throat as he feeds me another inch.
I whimper around him and keep my eyes locked on his.
“I want to see you take all of me, sweetheart, but I’m not going to come.” He releases my hair so he can cup his heavy balls. “All this is for that sweet pussy of yours. I’m going to fill you so fucking full, kiska.”
Every word is like a soft caress between my legs, and when he fists my hair again and slides out enough for me to breathe, I suck in a quick breath and let out a deep moan when he buries himself inside me again, this time not stopping until my lips hit the base.
He growls something in Russian, keeping me held in place while he looks down at me with a feral look in his eyes.
His abs are taut, his whole body tensed as he fights to keep himself under control.
I can’t breathe. He knows I can’t, but he keeps me where I am, and I don’t fight him.
I willingly gave him control, and I don’t want it back.
I’ll put myself in his hands over and over again because there’s no safer place to be.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, running his thumb over my cheek before pulling me all the way off him.
I suck in a lungful of air before he grabs me and scoots me further back onto the mattress and positions his body on top of mine.
He’s so much taller and bigger than me, and this position really makes it obvious.
He has to scrunch up a bit to be able to kiss me while keeping the head of his cock pressed against my slit.
His mouth is hungry, the kisses hard and all-consuming, and even though I’m dripping wet for him, the pain when he pushes into me still has me breaking our kiss with a gasp.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Your tight little pussy spreads so goddamn good for me.”
“Fuck,” I moan as he slides all the way in, joining us together and filling me so completely.
Having him inside me, spreading me, possessing me, makes it almost unbearable when he’s forced to finally pull out because the loss of him guts me when I have the memory of how damn right it feels to have him inside me.
If it was up to me, we’d spend the rest of our lives like this.
Sucking my tongue into his mouth, he fucks me slowly as I cling to him, running my hands over him and savoring every second of this heaven on earth.
He promised me sweet, and my god does he deliver.
Working his hips slowly and hitting the deepest spots inside me, he cups my face and kisses me so damn sweetly.
He’s giving me a first, opening himself up to me in a way that he’s never done for anyone else, and I use my body to show him how grateful I am for this gift.
I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking my hips up and meeting his thrusts while I run my nails softly along his back. He circles his hips, hitting me exactly where I need him to, and when I start to come, I pull back so I can look into his eyes, letting him see me at my most vulnerable.
“God, I love you,” he growls, letting go when I clench tightly around him, forcing him over the edge with me.
His cock pulses inside me as his body tenses with his release, filling me with everything he has until we’re both spent, and my entire body is shaking beneath his. He kisses me slowly, keeping himself buried inside me as he grows soft, not wanting to break the contact between us any more than I do.
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips, running my fingers along his stubbled jaw.