Chapter 15 Maddie #4
He presses harder, pushing past the tight ring of muscle as I gasp and fist my hands even tighter. The burn of it takes me by surprise, but it’s not as painful as I thought it would be. He growls something in Russian, sliding in just a bit more.
“You’re taking me so good, baby,” he praises. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I take another deep breath as he presses in even further.
My body wants to push him back out, but I ignore that instinct and focus on relaxing as much as possible.
When he’s fully inside me, I let out a whimper, gasping for air as tears fall down my cheeks.
I’m overcome with so many emotions, unable to contain it all.
I’m not crying from the pain, although it does hurt a bit. I just feel completely raw and exposed.
Leaning over me, he kisses my cheek, licking my tears and letting out another groan. “Give me your mouth, kiska.”
I turn my head, opening my mouth to him as he slides his tongue into me while he slowly starts to fuck my ass.
The unfamiliar sensations overwhelm me, pulling moans from me as I struggle to process everything.
He brings one hand to my neck, wrapping his fingers around me, squeezing me hard enough to steal my breath as he pounds into me.
“I told you I would break you, sweetheart, and you’re coming apart so beautifully for me.
” He releases his grip, letting me suck in a quick lungful of air before he tightens his fingers again.
“I want to see you shatter at my touch. I want to see you broken beneath me, and I want to be the one to bring you back to life.”
My lungs scream at me as I whimper, begging him with my eyes for air.
He studies me, watching me, knowing exactly what I need but refusing to give it to me.
My body wants to panic, but I refuse to give in to the fear.
I trust him, and when he feels my body relax, he lets go, releasing my neck as bright spots dance across my vision.
I’m still gasping for air when I feel something nudge my pussy. “What?” I pant, dropping my head, I breathe out an “Oh my god,” as I watch him press the head of my purple dildo against my slit. “Too much,” I quickly say, lifting my head to face him.
“You think so?” He gives me a wink, slowing his hips down while he starts to feed me my toy. “Don’t you remember how much you used to love it?”
“Fuck,” I gasp, feeling like I’m going to split in two. “It’s too much.”
“I think my girl can take it.” He kisses me slowly, sliding the dildo all the way in.
Keeping his body still, he gives me a second to catch my breath.
His tongue runs over mine while my body trembles beneath him.
“Break for me, kiska. Shatter into a million pieces until nothing else exists for you except me.”
All I can do is nod and try not to pass out when he starts fucking both my holes in a fast pace that quickly pushes me over the edge.
I’d scream his name if I could, but all I’m capable of is letting out a long string of guttural grunts and moans as my arms give out and I fall to the mattress.
I shatter beneath his touch, just like he promised I would, until there’s nothing left of me.
All I know in this moment is a pure, raw ecstasy that’s so fucking beautiful it makes me sob.
“Fuck,” he growls, leaning back and gripping my hips, fucking me harder until he has no choice but to finally let go, coming inside me with my name on his lips. His cock pulses, filling me with everything he has until he’s empty and gasping for air.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moans when he’s empty.
His fingers squeeze me gently as he slowly slides out of me, pulling a whimper from my used, spent body.
I still can’t move. My body feels lighter than it’s ever been but also like it weighs a million pounds, so I stay with my ass in the air and my upper body collapsed on the bed, sobbing into the mattress like a fucking nutcase.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers against my back, kissing me while slowly pulling the dildo out and tossing it aside.
His lips move along my skin, kissing me before he pulls back and palms my cheeks, gently spreading me apart to make sure I’m okay.
Satisfied that everything looks good and that I didn’t tear, he leans down and wraps his arms around me, lifting me up and cradling me against his chest.
“You did so good, baby.” He kisses my forehead while carrying me into the bathroom. “It’s okay, kiska. I’ve got you.”
I’m still shaking and crying, still overwhelmed by everything that just happened.
He runs us a bath, touching me and kissing me the whole time, until we’re both sinking under the warm water.
It feels so good on my sore body, and when my eyes start to drift closed, he cups the back of my head, keeping me snuggled up against his neck so I’m in no danger of slipping below the water.
I want to stay awake, to talk to him about what just happened, but my body is having none of it. I never knew it was possible to feel this strong of a connection with someone. I’ve given Volodya everything I can give him, and I have zero regrets.
“I love you,” I tell him before the exhaustion pulls me under.