Chapter 13 Maddie #3
I try to squirm away, but he just grips me tighter and wraps his lips around my clit. Looking up at me, he breaks contact to growl, “I did warn you, kiska.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just latches back onto me and sucks hard enough to pull a scream from me at the mix of pain and pleasure.
I feel his teeth graze my overused bundle of nerves, and my whole body freezes.
If he bites me, it’s going to hurt like hell, way beyond anything he’s ever done to me.
Feeling how tense I am, he lets out a muffled laugh and gives me a soft bite, rolling my clit between his teeth just enough to leave me sweaty and shaking but not hard enough to cause actual pain.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what in the hell I’m begging him for at this point.
I like the pain mixing with pleasure, and a big part of me never wants it to end.
He flicks his tongue against my clit, pulling a yelp from me.
The next time he does it, he gets a moan, and the third time, I come so hard I see stars.
I’m nothing but liquid heat and feel like I’m barely breathing by the time he lowers me back into his lap.
He kisses me hard, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tighter against him.
His face is soaked in my juices. He’s covered in me, smelling and tasting like me, and I fucking love it.
The rough denim of his jeans rubs against my pussy, keeping me riding that intoxicating line of too much and not enough.
When I pull at his shirt, he breaks our kiss long enough to yank it off before plunging his tongue back into my mouth as he works on his jeans.
Thrusting his hips up, he roughly yanks his jeans down, tossing them aside while my eyes stay locked on his hard cock.
Pre-cum slides down his shaft. My eyes follow the path, noticing the large vein that I swear I can see pulsing beneath his skin.
He’s hard and thick, and the size of him has me rethinking my grand plan to dominate him.
I have a feeling it’s about to bite me in the ass.
That thought has me clutching at his shoulders.
“I don’t want to do anal tonight.”
He laughs and grips my hips, hovering my pussy above his thick head. “I can see everything written so clearly on your face, kiska. You’re scared I’m going to show you who’s really in charge by slamming into that sweet virgin ass of yours, but you’re wrong, baby.”
Pulling me closer, he runs his tongue over one of my taut nipples.
“I love to dominate you, but I won’t ever push you too far. I know you’re not ready for it yet, but you will be soon.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
He laughs around my tit and lowers me just enough so his head parts my pussy lips.
“We’ll see. I said I wasn’t going to fuck your ass. I didn’t say I was going to leave it completely alone.”
I’m just about to ask what the hell that means when he rocks his hips up at the same time as he lowers me down, filling me completely in one hard thrust that has my brain going completely blank.
My ability to speak is taken from me. All I can do is let out a guttural moan and dig my fingers into his shoulders for support.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my skin, kissing his way up my chest and neck. “You always feel so fucking good.” He bites the crook of my neck hard enough to sting. “You’re so goddamn tight, but you always spread so good for me, kiska.”
I rock my hips, moaning at how he fills me so completely.
Sex with Volodya will always involve a little bit of pain, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve become addicted to the sting of him, to the way he spreads me to the point of being too much, and to the feel of him hitting so far inside me that it doesn’t seem possible that he should even be able to fit.
The physics at work here defy logic, but I’m okay with it remaining a mystery.
My body opens up for him because he’s the one I was made for.
I never believed in soulmates before I met Volodya, but I do now.
Some part of me recognizes him, remembers him, even though I know that sounds crazy and can’t be explained.
It’s true, though. I was made for this man, and he was made for me.
Gripping my hips, he raises me up the length of him, and then fucks me with shallow strokes so he can watch my pussy take him.
“Goddamn,” he says in a breathy voice, his accent so much thicker than usual. “You’re so wet, baby. You’re dripping down my cock.”
Reaching between us, he runs his fingers over where we’re connected, coating his fingers until they’re covered in our joined arousal.
When I sink back onto him, taking him in to the hilt, he groans and kisses me hard while sliding his hand around to my ass.
My body stills when I feel his fingers trailing along my ass cheek, getting closer and closer to the center.
He presses the pad of his finger against the hole I’d always considered completely forbidden and off limits.
The pressure is firm, but he doesn’t press inside.
“Baby steps, sweetheart, remember?”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
“Just relax. Ride my cock and embrace how good it feels.”
I nod my head and slide my tongue between his lips, working my hips harder and riding his cock even faster. His groans mix with mine, and I’m so caught up in how damn good it all feels that it takes me a second to realize he’s slowly pressing his finger inside me.
“Volodya,” I gasp against his lips.
“Tell me it doesn’t feel good, and I’ll stop,” he growls, giving my bottom lip a suck as he slowly slides more of his finger into my ass.
I work my hips harder, clenching my ass and pussy around him, surprised to find that it doesn’t feel bad at all.
In fact, it feels pretty fucking good. It feels wrong and taboo, but that just adds to the excitement.
When he slides in even more and I let out a moan, he smiles against my lips.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, sending another rush of pleasure through me at his words.
When his finger is buried inside me, and he starts to slowly finger-fuck my ass while he rocks his hips, I lose myself completely in the moment.
Rocking my head back with a gasp, I break our kiss.
He quickly brings his mouth to my bouncing tit, sucking it in and filling his mouth with me while I grind against him with a shameless abandon that surprises even me.
I let out a strangled, raspy cry when the orgasm hits me, digging my nails into his shoulders.
He fists my hair, pulling my head back even more as he bites my nipple and slides a second finger into my ass.
My vision darkens with my release. Everything fades away except the feel of him overtaking my body.
All of my senses are consumed by him—his familiar scent in my nose, the sounds of his feral groans, the feel of him in and on every single part of my body, the taste of him on my tongue, and when my vision starts to clear, the sight of his gorgeous face as he looks at me, growling my name with his release.
He pulses inside me, filling me with everything he has.
Sliding his fingers out of my ass, he grips my hips and slams me down onto him, burying himself as deeply as possible as my pussy clenches around him.
With our bodies locked together, he kisses me, cupping the back of my head and losing himself completely.
His tongue runs along mine, exploring my mouth, claiming every inch of it as his, just like he’s slowly doing to my body.
With a smile, he pulls back, wrapping his arms around my shaking body and pulling me down onto his chest. Keeping himself inside me, he grabs the blanket and wraps it around us. He kisses my forehead while I melt into him, completely spent and still reeling from everything we just did.
When I keep shaking, he whispers against my skin, “I’ve got you, baby.” His hand rubs circles on my back while he presses his lips to my forehead. “I will never let you go.”
“You better not,” I say, feeling him smile against my skin.
He palms one of my ass cheeks, giving it a soft squeeze. “Thank you for trusting me with your ass, kiska.”
“I love you, Volodya, and I trust you with every part of me.”
“I love you too, baby, and you have every single part of me. I feel like I should apologize for that,” he says with a soft laugh. “I’m sorry there’s so much dark to go with the light.”
“I love every part of you, even the dark stuff.” I yawn and burrow in closer, resting my hand on his chest while I lightly stroke his skin.
I fall asleep quickly and wake up the next morning in our bed with his body tucked in around mine, his arm draped over me and his chest pressed tightly against my back.
He may be a big tough Bratva boss, but the man is a cuddler.
I usually have a hell of time falling asleep, and the only way I can is if there’s a light on or I’ve got some random show playing to provide some background noise, but I sleep like a baby next to him.
I’m in no hurry to get up, so I close my eyes and sink back into a light sleep, perfectly content to stay here in his arms.
The next few days pass by in a whirlwind.
We get my mom settled back into her house because she was adamant about packing up her own stuff instead of hiring movers.
She said she was feeling better and wanted to do some serious downsizing instead of just hanging onto a bunch of stuff she no longer wanted or needed.
Volodya and I have been visiting her daily, helping out with things and bringing her meals.
My mom’s already completely smitten with Volodya, and she’s told me privately several times that she’s never seen me so happy.
We’ve also been working on the cabin, and it’s all set up and ready for her whenever she wants it.