Maggie
Alexei claims my mouth, swallowing my scream. Brushing his lips over mine, he pulls out slowly. The friction makes my pussy clench, and I find myself already missing his cock inside me. Keeping his lips on mine, he slowly fills me up again.
He keeps that pace, moving in long, agonizing, slow strokes. In and out, in and out.
“Alexei,” I whimper. “Please…”
“You want more, kiska?” he teases.
“I want everything,” I say. “I want to feel all of you.”
The teasing disappears, and his hips slam against mine, harder and faster. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He drives into me so hard the headboard slams against the wall.
“Take it,” he growls, clamping his hands on my hips.
He holds me in place as he pounds into me again. His thumb finds my clit, and the pressure is almost enough to push me over the edge. He circles it, rubbing and pinching, while he fucks me until I feel his sweat drip onto my breasts.
“Come now,” he demands. “I want to feel it as you break apart on my cock.”
The orgasm tears through me, my pussy clenching around him. Colors flash behind my eyes as a wave of dizziness pulses through me. Before I can catch my breath, he slides his cock out in one fast motion, pulling me to my feet.
My legs feel boneless when I finally stand, and I grab onto his chest for balance.
He turns me and pulls my back flush against him.
One arm wraps around my waist while his hand slides up my throat, holding me close enough that I feel the rough warmth of his breathing against my neck.
His other hand closes around my breast, squeezing just hard enough to pull a whimper from me.
He walks me forward slowly, his hands sliding down my arms before bringing them out in front of me. He holds them there, and my pulse pounds harder with every step.
“Hands on the wall,” he says.
I obey, pressing my palms flat against the wall. I gasp when he nudges my feet farther apart, pressing the tip of his cock against my folds. Then his hands cover mine, warm and strong, pinning my wrists above my head.
In one brutal thrust, he’s inside me again, making me cry out. His hips slam against me again and again. My cheek and breasts flatten against the wall with each impact. He growls low, pumping harder and faster, his body shaking with effort.
“Fuck!” he cries out, thrusting so hard his balls slap against my ass.
He leans in closer until the heat of his breath brushes my ear, and the low sound he makes sends a shiver rolling through me.
“You undo me, krasivaya,” he murmurs roughly against my skin. “Tell me you’re mine, Maggie.”
My thoughts scatter completely. Between the blindfold, his hands holding me in place, and ravaging me, I can barely breathe straight.
“I...” The word comes out shaky.
His fingers tighten slightly around my hands. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp.
He pulls me from the wall and turns me to face him, kissing me so hard I can’t breathe.
My hands slide up his chest as he presses me back until my spine hits the wall again.
His hands move beneath my thighs, lifting me effortlessly off the floor.
He continues to devour my mouth while I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders as he carries me toward the bed.
The mattress dips beneath us when he sits down against the headboard, keeping me on top of him while his hands glide slowly up my back. Even with the blindfold, I can feel his focus on me, sending another rush of warmth through me.
“Touch me,” he says roughly, guiding my hands to his chest.
My hands find warm skin and hard muscle.
I let them move over him slowly, tracing the broad shape of his chest before sliding lower across the tight ridges of his stomach.
His breathing deepens when my fingers finally wrap around him, thick and hot in my grasp.
A low sound rumbles from his throat that sends another pulse of heat straight to my core.
I stroke him slowly at first, my fingers gliding over his shaft. I gasp softly when his hands close around my breasts, kneading and squeezing as I pump his cock. The blindfold makes every sensation feel sharper and hotter.
My thumb glides across the tip, gathering the slick bead waiting there, and the rough curse that leaves his mouth makes my pussy throb with need.
“I’m yours,” he growls against my throat. “Take me any way you want.”
Lifting myself, I guide his cock into my swollen pussy, inch by inch, as I sink with a deep moan, taking him inside me. His hands sweep up my back before locking around me, crushing me against him. Our mouths collide, messy and desperate, his tongue tangling with mine as if he can’t get enough.
Moving my hips I take him deeper with every slow roll of my body as his mouth ravages mine between rough breaths and low sounds that make my entire body burn for him.
Breaking the kiss, I lean back, arching my spine as I ride him hard. He cups my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples, causing sparks of pleasure to ripple through me. Each time I drop onto his cock, my inner walls clench around him, dragging another groan from his chest.
“Alexei, I want more,” I beg, my voice raw. “Deeper. I need you deeper.”
He clamps his hands around my hips, holding me still as he thrusts upward. My knees spread wider, opening myself completely for him, and the angle drives him so deep his cock rubs my clit with every thrust.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” I whimper, my head tipping back.
I slam down in time with his thrusts, forcing him so deep I’m sure I’m going to spit in half. One arm wraps around my waist while his other hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. His mouth ravages my throat, kissing and biting as he pounds into me with a merciless pace.
His groans vibrate against my neck until I’m trembling from pleasure. In one quick move, he lifts me, pressing my back flat against the mattress without slipping free. I gasp in shock, wrapping my ankles around his waist as he pounds into me, each thrust so powerful it rocks me against the bed.
“Blyat,” he groans, his voice raw with need.
I clutch at him, my nails digging into his shoulders, and my body arching beneath the onslaught. I feel his cock swell inside me, his control slipping as he gets closer to release.
His hips piston into me, his pace turning savage, driving me closer to my own release, until every nerve in my body feels like it’s going to snap.
“Alexei!” I scream, my voice breaking.
“Yes! Fuck!” grunts. His hand slides between us, his finger finding my puckered hole. He pushes it into my ass, then pulls it out, only to push it in again. He fucks my ass with his finger and my pussy with his cock, never slowing his savage pace.
The sensation of getting fucked in both holes crashes over me all at once until my thoughts come apart completely.
“Oh God!” I gasp, my fingers digging into his forearms. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, kiska, come for me,” he orders, his voice low and dark.
His thrusts turn frantic until he slams both holes deeply one last time and roars my name, his cock pulsing as he shoots his cum inside me.
The sound of my name on his lips and his cum inside me sends a storm of ecstasy rolling through me. I cling to him as his release crashes through us both.
I shatter around him, my pussy throbbing as my release coats his cock. My cries echo in the quiet room.
Slowly, he pulls his finger out of my ass, leaving his cock in me as it begins to soften. He holds his weight on his forearms above me as we stay connected. His forehead drops to mine, our hearts pounding together.
His lips find mine, gentler now, kissing me with a tenderness that almost feels more reckless than everything that came before it. He pulls himself free and slips the blindfold away. The look in his eyes nearly undoes me all over again.
Heat floods my cheeks as I run my fingers along his jaw, still catching my breath. His dark hair is messy now, his chest rising hard beneath my hand, and for the first time since I met him, Alexei looks less like an untouchable billionaire and more like a man who feels things too deeply.
“You’re mine, Maggie,” he breathes. “Every inch of you.”
“That sounds real possessive,” I whisper.
“It is.”
A shaky laugh slips out of me, but my chest feels too full for teasing. Because somewhere between his hands on me and the way he looked at me after, this no longer feels temporary. It feels important. And that thought probably ought to terrify me more than it does.
“Good,” I murmur.
He gives me a small smile before he pulls me down against him. Falling back onto the bed with me tucked against his chest, he wraps one strong arm around my waist like he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon.
My heartbeat still pounds hard against my ribs while I rest my head over his heart, listening to the deep rhythm beneath my ear. Outside, the rain taps against the windows.
I tell myself this is crazy, that men like Alexei don’t belong in lives like mine.
But curled against him in the darkness while his fingers move slowly through my hair, I can’t seem to make myself care.
And somewhere between the sound of the rain and the warmth of his body, sleep finally pulls me under.
Morning comes slowly, wrapped in gray light and rain tapping against the window. I stay half asleep for a few seconds, warm beneath the blankets with Alexei pressed against my back, his arm heavy around my waist like he plans on keeping me exactly where I am.
Every inch of my body feels marked by him. My muscles ache in the sweetest, most embarrassing way possible, and just thinking about the way he touched me makes warmth curl low in my stomach all over again.
“You’re mine, Maggie.”
Heaven help me for the way those words still linger.
His mouth brushes against my shoulder. “You’re awake.”
His voice is rough from sleep, deeper than usual, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine before I can stop it.
“Barely,” I mumble.