Chapter 24
TAYLOR
“I need you now, Taylor.” He rips at his boxers with one hand and grabs at my yoga pants with the other. “I have to be inside you. I can’t wait another second. I—”
A vicious ripping sound shocks me, but only makes me even hotter as cool air touches my bottom. He’s released his cock—huge, throbbing, with a bead of moisture at the tip.
Beautiful, in a raw, masculine way.
“Please,” he rasps.
And my god, him begging in a voice like gravel is another turn-on I didn’t know I wanted, but now it’s happened I can’t live without it.
“Get on my cock.” He urges me forwards on his lap and shoves my ruined yoga pants and knickers down.
Then he has me where he wants me, and his hands are on my hips and mine on his cock to line us up. The hot, silk-covered steel tip of him slides over my clit and I whimper as he notches at my entrance.
“Taylor,” he groans, sounding in pain. “I’m crazy for you. Let me have you again. I think of that night I had you, constantly. Please, I need to feel you come on my cock again, zhizn moya.”
He holds my gaze as he pushes us together.
There’s pinch, then he’s inside me, and I could cry from how right it feels as he invades me. Breaks me open. But I’m so wet, there’s no resistance.
“Good girl,” he grunts as he drags me further onto him and thrusts up from below. “I missed you so much. Don’t ever leave me again.”
His arms wrap around me as he crushes my lips to his and fucks me hard and slow, barely withdrawing.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says between kisses. He’s devouring me, his mouth open and his teeth and tongue dragging over my lips and cheeks. He holds me tight to him, almost painfully, but I’m just as crazy for him.
As soon as the sharpness of his possession has eased, I’m moving on top of him, compelled to chase pleasure. I clutch at him, and I can’t get out how much I want him and have longed for him. But he doesn’t seem to care, pressing kisses and praise and hoarse Russian words onto my skin.
His hands are greedy on my bottom and mine are on his shoulders. I’m riding him, but he’s in control, never allowing me far from him, even to make him moan with a change of angle so the head of his cock bumps right up to my cervix.
“I love you so much,” he says as he bites down on my earlobe.
I can’t get enough of him.
“I love you,” he pants before he covers my lips.
“I love you too,” I say as soon as his plundering kiss releases. “Kon. I needed this. Don’t let me go.” It’s a desperate plea.
“Never,” he vows, plunging his hand into my hair, gripping it and tugging my head back so he can stare into my face.
He looks savage, undone. “You belong to me. Your heart. Your mind. This velvet cunt that grips me so well.” He punctuates his words with hard thrusts.
“Mine. You belong to me, and I will never let you go.”
The pleasure spirals, my pussy clenches around his thick length, making him feel even bigger.
I moan and go weak, but it doesn’t matter because Kon holds me, moves me on his cock and whispers filth in my ear.
“Oh god, I’m so close. Please. Please, Kon. I need…” I have no idea what I really need.
“Such a pretty, good girl taking my cock so well. You’re so tight, you feel so good.” His movements are fast now, slamming me down onto his length over and over. “I’m going to breed you. Make you pregnant all over again. You, the baby, all of you. You’re mine.”
He sounds a little unhinged, and I love it.
“Go on, come for me, zhizn moya.”
He pushes his hand between our bellies and strokes me. I dig my nails into his neck and scream. I explode. The pleasure racks through me from where we join and his fingers are on my clit. I shake. The world practically goes dark and I’m clinging to him.
“I know, I know.” He’s comforting me but his voice is strained, as though he’s on the edge of sanity himself.
The first thing I realise when I’ve finished blacking out from coming so hard my body might never recover, is that he’s slowed. Kon slowly moves in me, an inch or so up, then gradually down, grinding me onto his root.
It prolongs my orgasm. He’s vibrating, tense with lust, but he’s put me first. Like he always does.
I manage to lever myself more upright, and look into his face. Dark, intense. My lover and my friend.
“Use me,” I whisper, and shock flashes in his expression. “Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
That’s what I need. After weeks of us being controlled and restrained, I want his unleashed lust.
Like the night we first met, but more, because we can talk now. We can give full voice to every obscene thought.
“Please,” I add when he doesn’t move.
“Taylor, zhizn moya,” he rasps.
Then I’m off his cock, lifted up, and he pushes me roughly to one side.
“On your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you like you’re my little brood mare.”
I’m weak, my orgasm still singing in my blood, but arousal surges as he pulls my hips up and presses my shoulders down.
“That’s it, fuck, your cunt is so pretty like this.”
My knees are on the sofa, my bottom in the air, my breasts squashed into the cushions, and he brings my hands to the small of my back so I’m helpless.
“I want you,” he growls. Then his fat cock rams into me, and I scream with the overwhelming pleasure of it. The ownership. The shock that spikes ecstasy to my clit.
His pace is relentless immediately, using me exactly as I asked him to.
This angle is different. Animalistic and dirty in all the best ways. He’s so deep in me I can feel him under my ribs, reshaping me. He’s in me. Permanently.
“So beautiful, so good. My good girl taking my cock like this.” His voice is gravel.
His hands go to my hips and he doesn’t hesitate. The next moment, his hand is between my legs, on my clit, demanding. And his other hand gathers my hair and tugs. The combination is a spark on every pleasure sensor in me.
“Kon, Kon. Please!” I give in to the sensations crashing into me like his cock and his hands are working to squash more and more bliss into me.
My face is pressed into the sofa cushions, I can barely breathe, I can’t think. The world is a blur except for the solid, real feeling of Kon’s dick inside me, fast, hard, rubbing a spot deep in my pussy that rolls ecstasy over me even as my orgasm’s peak recedes.
“I’m going to come in you, Taylor. Fill you up to overflowing, breed you. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” I mouth.
“Tell me,” he insists, his cock thickening, opening me up more for him. I’m sopping wet.
“Yes!” And then pleasure overwhelms me again. It crashes into me as hard as Kon himself, making my knees slide out as I can’t hold myself up any longer. The bliss pulses from where we join, rippling through me.
It’s loud this time, and my words must be what Kon needs, because he roars, and through my spasms, I feel him spurt white-hot heat into me, coming deep in my pussy.
I hold onto that sensation through the torrent of pleasure, wanting to keep it. The first moment Kon released fully inside me. The ownership is primal. Him of me, and me of him.
Mine.
“Yes, I’m yours,” Kon murmurs roughly as he slides out of me and collapses next to me, pulling me over onto him and wrapping his arms around me. I realise through the haze of pleasure that I said that word aloud. “I love you. I belong to you, and you’re mine, as well.”
I’m a puddle as we both recover. Kon kisses my forehead and cups my pussy when his seed leaks out, pushing it gently back in with his fingers.
And all the while, he whispers words of love and praise. How he loves me. How he needed that. How he can’t wait to fill me up again. That he’ll never let me go.
We lie there for a long time, entwined together.
Then Kon makes a rumbling sound from low in his chest, grips me tighter, and in one smooth movement sits up, propping me against the back of the sofa.
I watch, still a bit dazed, as he walks away, casually naked and I have to stifle a moan of pure desire at the sight.
But he heads to the front door.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as he pulls it open while entirely naked. This man really has no shame about answering the door in the buff. “Where are you going?”
“Getting the items I ordered,” he replies with a wicked grin. Then he steps out and I give the sort of scandalised gasp that should be accompanied by pearl clutching.
But thankfully within seconds Kon is back inside, his arms full of small cardboard boxes.
Huh?
“You said you needed confirmation,” he says, dropping them onto the sofa next to me, and I finally recognise what they are. “So we’ll make sure you really are pregnant tonight.”
Pregnancy tests.