Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kirill
I kiss her neck again, slower this time, letting my tongue taste the chlorine and the warmth of her skin. Savoring the way she shivers under my mouth.
My hands grip the curve of her waist, fingers digging into her soft, wet skin as I pull her even closer. The taste of chlorine and her natural sweetness is driving me insane.
“Tell me to stop, Milana,” I rasp against her collarbone, giving her one last chance to be the reasonable one between us both.
She moans softly instead, her hands sliding into my hair, holding me there.
I pull back just enough to look at her. “Say it. Tell me to stop right now.”
Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust. “Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please… don’t stop.”
A dark, possessive sound rumbles from my chest. “You have no idea what you just did.”
I kiss my way down her body, slow, tasting every inch of her cool, damp skin.
“Sit.”
I guide her down until she’s sitting on the lounge chair. Then I drop to my knees between her spread thighs like a man starved.
I’ve been dreaming about this since that night I tasted her on her fingers. I hook my fingers into the sides of her tiny bikini bottoms and slide them down her legs, letting them drop to the floor.
Her pussy is perfect. Pink, glistening, already swollen. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, sweet, musky, all her. I lean in and inhale deeply, letting it fill my lungs.
“Fuck… you smell so good,” I groan.
She whimpers.
I blow a soft stream of cool air over her heated folds. Her thighs tremble. Then I drag my tongue slowly up her seam in one long, broad stroke, tasting her properly for the first time.
The flavor explodes on my tongue, sweet, tangy, addictive. Nothing has ever tasted this good. I groan against her, the sound vibrating into her core, and dive in deeper.
I eat her like a man possessed. I lick and suck and devour her, fucking her tight little hole with my tongue before moving up to circle her swollen clit with firm, relentless strokes.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her cry out, while my mouth suctions gently on her clit.
Milana’s hands fly into my hair, pulling hard. Her thighs clamp around my head, shaking violently. I don’t care if I can’t breathe. I’d happily suffocate between her legs if this is how I go.
“Yes—Ilya—oh God,” she sobs, hips grinding desperately against my face.
I growl against her pussy, the vibrations making her jerk. What I’d give to hear her call me by my real name.
I suck her clit harder, pumping my fingers faster, curling them with every thrust. Her taste is flooding my mouth, her slick coating my chin, and I’ve never been harder in my life.
“Oh… I’m… I think…” she mumbles, the words dissolving into incoherent gibberish as she climaxes.
Her thighs lock around my head, her entire body seizing as she cries out my name, loud and broken. Her pussy pulses and gushes around my fingers, and I keep licking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s a shaking, whimpering mess against the lounge chair.
I finally pull back, licking my lips slowly, savoring every drop of her. I rise to my feet, looking down at her flushed, wrecked body.
“You still have a chance to tell me to fuck off,” I say, voice hoarse. “Last chance, Milana.”
She looks up at me with dreamy, sex-drunk eyes, biting her swollen lower lip. Her voice is barely a whisper, but crystal clear:
“Fuck me instead.”
Those words snap the last thread of my restraint.
I wrap my hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there. My thumb brushes her racing pulse.
I’m so close to kissing her, my mouth hovering inches from hers. I can feel her breath, warm and shaky.
“You have no fucking idea what you just asked for,” I growl. “Are you sure, Milana?”
She looks up at me with those hazy, defiant eyes and whispers, “Are you going to fuck me? Or should I just go use my toy and get the job done myself?”
The taunt hits exactly where she wanted it to. A dark chuckle leaves me as I haul her up by the thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist instantly, her wet pussy pressed against my abs.
I carry her inside, down the stairs, straight to her bedroom.
I kick the door shut behind us and drop her onto the bed. She bounces once, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
“Take the top off,” I order.
She sits up slowly, reaching behind her back. The bikini top falls away, revealing her perfect breasts, nipples tight and begging for attention. I drink in the sight like a dying man.
Fuck. Every curve of her belongs in a gallery.
“You wanted to use your toy instead of me?” I say, voice low and dangerous. I walk over to her bedside drawer, open it, and pull out the small bag of toys.
“Which one were you planning to fuck yourself with, solnyshko?”
Her only response is to slowly drag her tongue across her lower lip before catching it gently between her teeth.
I dump a few onto the bed, the rose, the realistic dildo she claimed was six inches, and a couple of others.
“Spread those legs for me.”
She bats her lashes with exaggerated innocence.
“Ask nicely.”
I hold her gaze. “Don't make me ask twice.”
She obeys immediately, thighs parting slowly, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy. The sight makes my cock throb painfully against my pants.
I pick up the rose vibrator and turn it on, the low buzz filling the room.
Milana’s eyes widen, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I crawl between her spread thighs, and bring the toy between her spread thighs.
I start slow, pressing the vibrating petals against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, letting her feel the anticipation.
She jerks, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice rough. “So fucking desperate already. All those nights you spent teasing me, walking around in tiny pajamas, bending over in front of me, giving me that innocent look while your pussy was soaked. You’ve been driving me insane, solnyshko. Now it’s my turn.”
Her entire body arches off the bed with a sharp cry. “Oh my—!”
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My fingers stretching this tight little cunt while I play with your clit. For me to ruin this pretty little cunt with your own toy.”
I circle it slowly, watching her hips buck helplessly.
“You’ve been such a fucking tease. Parading that tight body around my apartment in bikinis, making me hard every single day. Did you enjoy knowing I was suffering?”
She moans loudly, thighs starting to tremble. I grip one leg with my free hand and force it wider when she tries to close them.
“Keep these fucking legs apart,” I growl. “Don’t you dare hide this pussy from me.”
She obeys with a broken whimper, spreading herself wider for me. I press the vibrator harder against her clit and slide two thick fingers deep inside her at the same time, curling them roughly.
She screams, hands fisting the sheets, back bowing off the bed as her walls clamp down around my fingers.
I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her tits bounce with every desperate thrust of her hips, the way her face twists in pleasure, the slick sounds of my fingers fucking her while the vibrator buzzes relentlessly against her clit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m losing my mind. Her taste, her scent, the way she’s soaking my hand, it’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I want to devour every inch of her.
I lean down and drag my tongue over one of her nipples, sucking it into my mouth as I work the toy and my fingers in rhythm.
She bucks her hips. “Oh, yes!”
“Come for me,” I demand, voice dark. “Come all over my fingers like the naughty girl you are. Show me how badly you’ve wanted this.”
She shatters with a broken scream—“Ilya!”— her thighs shaking violently around my hand, her pussy gushing as the orgasm rips through her.
Her back curls completely off the bed before she collapses, panting, trembling, eyes glassy.
I pull the toy away slowly and lick my fingers clean, savoring her taste while I watch her try to catch her breath.
She looks up at me, flushed and wrecked, biting her lip, and whimpers, “please.”
I sit up on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, and look down at her flushed, needy body. “Please what, Milana? Use your words.”
She reaches for me, dragging me closer by the shoulders. Her lips brush my neck, soft and desperate, placing open-mouthed kisses there as she whispers, “I want you inside me. I want to know what it feels like… to have you inside me.”
The words hit me like a drug. My cock throbs painfully.
“You want my cock stretching this tight little pussy?” I growl, voice low and filthy. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? After all those nights teasing me, walking around my apartment like a walking wet dream. Say it.”
She nods frantically, kissing my neck again, her voice breaking. “Yes… please. I want your cock inside me.”
I stand up, stripping out of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes follow every movement, widening when I push my briefs down and my cock springs free, thick, heavy, and painfully hard.
Her lips part, eyes wide with a mix of hunger and fear.
“Scared now?” I ask, stroking myself once as I watch her.
She swallows. “It’s… I don't think it's going to fit.”
A dark chuckle leaves me. “It will. You’ll take every inch like a good girl.”
I climb back onto the bed, caging her beneath me. “Or do you want to back out? It's not too late.”
She’s trembling. “No. But please go gentle. I heard it can hurt.”
I freeze, searching her face. “This is your first time?”
She bites her lip and nods, cheeks burning. “Yes.”
The realization hits me hard. It's her first time and she wants to give it to me. The man lying to her, using her, the man whose real name she doesn’t even know.
I immediately get out of bed, but before I can reach for my clothes, she catches my wrist.
“Please don’t go,” she says softly, her fingers tightening just enough to stop me. “I really want this.”
I search her face for a long moment. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, Milana. You’re about to lose your virginity to me.”
She holds my gaze, steady despite the nervousness. “I know. And I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please… fuck me, Ilya.”
I groan deeply.
Her brothers would put a bullet in my head if they knew what I was about to do to their precious sister. They’d tear me apart.
But right now, with her looking up at me like that, soft, desperate, trusting, my cock doesn’t give a fuck about consequences. And neither do I.
“Are you sure?”
She nods without hesitation.
“Yes.”
Her voice is quiet, but there’s nothing uncertain about it.
I get back in bed and lower myself over her again, settling between her spread thighs, the head of my cock nudging against her soaked entrance.
“You’re really sure?” I ask one last time, voice rough. “The moment I bury myself in you, you become mine. And I don’t share what belongs to me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she whispers. “Please… fuck me, Ilya.”
I groan and settle between her spread thighs, my cock heavy and aching against her soaked pussy. I slide two fingers through her pussy first, coating them, then slowly push two fingers inside her.
Fuck. She’s incredibly tight. Her walls clamp down around me.
Milana gasps sharply, her hands flying to my shoulders. “Ilya—”
“Easy,” I murmur, voice strained. “Just my finger. I need to open you up for me.”
I work her slowly, pumping in and out, curling gently until she starts to relax. Then I add a third finger. She whimpers, back arching, her tight heat fluttering around me.
“You’re so fucking tight, solnyshko,” I groan, scissoring my fingers carefully. “This little virgin pussy is going to feel incredible around my cock.”
She’s breathing hard, hips starting to move with me. I keep stretching her, preparing her, until she’s soaking my hand and moaning please like a prayer.
I pull my fingers out and grip my cock, lining the thick head up with her entrance. I look down at her flushed face, eyes locked on hers.
“I’m going to go slow,” I tell her. “But if it hurts too much, you tell me to stop. Understand?”
She nods quickly.
“Words, Milana.”
“I’ll tell you to stop if it hurts,” she breathes. “I promise.”
“Good girl. Safe word is ‘red’. You say it and I stop immediately. Say it.”
“Red,” she whispers.
I press forward, the head of my cock breaching her tight entrance. She’s so wet, but still incredibly tight.
I go agonizingly slow, watching her face the entire time. Her mouth falls open, a mix of pleasure and discomfort flashing across her features.
I pause. “Color?”
“Yellow,” she gasps. “It stings… but don’t stop. Please.”
I grit my teeth, fighting every instinct to slam into her. Inch by inch, I sink deeper, her walls squeezing me like a hot, velvet fist.
When I finally push through her barrier, she lets out a small cry, nails digging into my shoulders.
I freeze, buried halfway inside her, sweat beading on my forehead from the effort of holding back.
“Fuck…” I groan, the feeling overwhelming. She’s impossibly tight, gripping every inch of me. The heat, the wetness, the way she’s pulsing around my cock, it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.
Then reality crashes in like ice water.
I’m not wearing a condom.
I look down at where we’re joined, her virgin blood and slick coating my shaft, and curse under my breath.
I’m inside her raw. And I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.