34. Emily
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EMILY
I shiver in anticipation when he steps back, unzips his pants, and lets his massive cock tumble out. My pussy squeezes at the sight of it, and the momentary panic that it won’t fit flits across my mind briefly.
I’m in over my head.
But I don’t care anymore.
Konstantin is the perfect mix of sexy good looks and domineering energy. Men like him don’t move with such confidence unless they can back it up.
Temptation like this is as good as surrendering all control.
And I’m more than ready to surrender all control over to him.
He makes me feel good … Better than anyone has ever made me feel.
The orgasm incinerates the last remnants of sense from my mind.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head up before he crushes his lips against mine. I taste my own tangy sweetness, my clit thrumming eagerly at the filthiness of it all.
His muscular body presses up against mine and I reach forward to grab hold of his thick cock—so thick that I can barely wrap my fingers around it.
It twitches appreciatively as silky precum coats my fingers, and my thighs squeeze together at the thought of Konstantin pushing me against the wooden beam and fucking me mercilessly until I break.
He kicks my legs further apart as I quicken my pace.
“Beg me, Kitty Cat.” He whispers darkly in my ear, groaning as I rub my thumb along the underside of the swollen tip. “You know what you want me to do.”
Say it …
My eyes flutter open, and the musky scent of our mutual arousal fills the air between us.
“You know the words.”
I take a trembling breath. It was one thing to say it when he held me in the saddle against him. But now … with his cock throbbing in my hands. The monstrous size of it so real and present.
Will I even survive?
Yes … the little voice that had goaded me forward since day one returns.
I breathe, but my voice dies in my throat.
Konstantin takes hold of both my hands in his, and pins them under my body. Slowly, he pushes the tip of his massive cock past my dripping entrance, but no further. The heat is overwhelming and I feel my every nerve being set on fire.
If I say it now … If I tell him to do that …
There would be no going back.
But that’s exactly what I want.
I whimper and grind my hips forward to him, trying to accommodate his large size. But he, like the master torturer that he is, pulls back just enough to keep himself at my entrance. The same empty unfilled feeling from atop the saddle returns.
“Say it, my greedy little slut.” He growls in my ear.
I take one more shuddering breath. It’s the only way for me to get what I want.
“Please …” I whimper, and he rewards me by pushing his cock another inch forward, and heat rushes through my veins.
“You like begging me, don’t you, Kitty Cat?”
“Yes …” I whimper.
“You want me to ruin you, don’t you? To break you?”
“Yes.”
He edges himself even deeper until the head of his cock is completely inside. My pussy squeezes in response, trying desperately to pull him in deeper. But he holds himself in check. His massive hands reach underneath my thighs, giving each side a hard squeeze.
He raises one of my thighs and I feel myself stretching to my limit as I start sinking down on to his cock. Oh my god … I realize. He’s not even halfway inside yet.
“You can’t wait for me to destroy this greedy little hole, can you?”
As soon as he says those words, I shudder as another burst of wetness coats his cock. But I know it won’t matter. No amount of wetness can save me from what’s coming.
No amount of begging can make him stop once he starts.
And I don’t care.
“Don’t …” I moan against his lips, and I almost panic when he stops moving. “Don’t make me wait anymore. Please. Please. Please!”
He lifts up my other leg until he’s the only thing holding me up. Inch by inch, he starts lowering me onto his cock until it’s almost impossible for me to breath.
I’m no stranger to sex, but this … this is different.
This is what it must feel like to be claimed.
To be owned.
“Please, what?” he asks with infinite patience even as he continues to spear me slowly. “Be specific, Kitty Cat.”
Jesus, fuck, why is that hot too? I work my tongue in my mouth. It feels swollen and sticky. Staring into his icy-blue eyes, my pussy tingles. Just tell him. Tell him so he can give you what you want.
It’s not like I’m lying.
And it’s not like he doesn’t know.
My arms are still pinned behind my back as he drains the air from my lungs with a single powerful kiss. Our chests sandwich together. His hard muscles rake over my sensitive nipples. My clit swells and throbs, making me writhe with passion as he impales me—helpless and completely at his mercy—on his cock.
I can’t take any more of this.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Please fuck me, Konstantin!” I scream. “I want you to ruin me! I want you to destroy me! I want you to make me your dirty little cum slut”
“Good girl.” He growls.
It’s the only warning I have before my world drops away completely and he yanks me down to the hilt. His cock rocks upwards inside of my ravenous pussy until it feels like it’s punched its way past my stomach and into my throat. I squeal, heels kicking helplessly in the air as my body is overtaken by the thrill of it all. Before I have a chance to recover, he raises me up along his impossible length before impaling me again.
The second stroke comes quick and hard, and pushes all air from my lungs as I shriek in pleasure.
By the third stroke, I’m seeing stars.
After that, I lose all sense of who and what I am.
He rocks his hips against mine as he balances me on his forearms. His huge hands grab hold of my ass to control the rhythm and pull me even closer to him with every following thrust. His movements become faster and faster until my blood is singing in my veins.
The motions remind me of the dance in Italy, the dance at the wedding. His cock forces one cry of pleasure after another until my throat is raw from screaming.
I’ve never felt so simultaneously connected to another body while I’m torn so far from my own. Every small thing he does, I can feel. The tiny hairs on my arms and the nape of my neck stand on end when he scrapes his teeth against my shoulder.
He bites, and I feel my hips start moving as if they are possessed.
I never want this moment to stop.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I shriek, quivering as the rush of heat starts tingling in my legs. I curl my toes in my heels, grinding against him as I chase the edge of my orgasm.
I’m so close. So fucking close.
“Whose pussy is this?” He asks as his thrusts grows faster and faster as he ruts against me, as he claims me.
“Yours!” I scream as my hands fly out from behind me and wrap around his neck, holding on for dear life.
He pounds mercilessly into me and snarls. “Who do you belong to?”
“You!”
Coming is all I care about. His cock has left my brain empty of all other thoughts.
All except one single, dangerous thought.
My eyes flutter open and for a moment, conflicting thoughts war in my mind.
Because I know what my cock-drunk brain wants right now.
And it’s the exact opposite from what I told him three days ago after he pulled me out of the lake.
Should I? Can he?
The massive cock shoves mercilessly to the hilt again, its engorged head pressing at the entrance of my womb. The sensation drives all logical thought from my mind.
His lips meet mine again, and this time, I eagerly open my mouth and send my tongue forward to meet his. My legs wrap around him, urging him to go deeper, harder, faster, until I lose myself to every merciless thrust.
Until we’re all that exists in this world.
Until he’s the only thing that’s real.
Sweat glistens on his muscles in the moonlight, and I can feel his cock growing harder inside of me.
My muscles ache from my need to orgasm. He breaks the kiss and lowers his lips to my breasts, teeth grazing my left nipple, while his tongue lashes the sensitive surface. Sparks explode behind my eyes. I’m dizzy from heat and want.
And that’s when it happens.
“Oh God!” I scream, arching my back, forcing my nipple deeper into his mouth. My pleasure rises, crests, and crashes like a tidal wave tearing through a helpless beach-town, leaving me boneless as I writhe and twitch all over his cock.
My pussy clenches in unison with my racing heart, and I relish in the sensation of being filled.
Of being complete.
He’s pushed me beyond my limit and I never want it to end.
And before I can stop myself, I scream. “Cum inside of me! Make me yours!”
His shaft swells and thickens beyond what I thought possible. The girth pressing against my quaking walls nearly makes me climax again. A guttural roar punches out from his throat.
That’s all the warning that I receive.
His large hands grip my ass and pull me close, holding me in place as thick spurts of warm wet cum surge deep inside of me. The searing hot wave flows past my dripping hole until it floods my womb. He continues to thrust as he cums, as if he’s not willing to accept that we’re finished.
I wince when he finally withdraws, breath shuddering as he pulls back.
The ache of being empty is a different kind of pain.
When he releases me, I slide down the wooden beam, panting. Resting on his elbows above me, he stares into my eyes as his semen oozing out of me, puddling on the hay beneath us.
He did it … I think through the haze of pleasure as the aftershocks of our mutual orgasm tremors through my body. He came inside of me like I asked him to … and I loved it.
“Emily …”
I love it when he calls me by my name, and I push away the tiny hint of doubt nibbling at the edge of my mind.
Kissing his pensive frown, I run my nails through his hair. “Do you think every couple gets a wedding night like that?” I ask breathily.
“Only the wild ones.” His eyes turn up at the corners as he smiles.
He hooks his finger under my chin and pulls me in for another kiss. A gentle kiss that’s the perfect ending to the insanity of what we just did.
Then, he whispers, “That’s hole number two.”