Chapter 24 #2
Her tongue swirls around the shaft, her lips seal tight, and she draws me deeper, her throat working to accommodate my size. The sight is fucking obscene. Her cheeks hollow, her eyes flutter closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating from her throat around my cock.
Hmmm, fuck.
"You’re good at this," I groan, my hips pushing forward slightly. "You’ve done this before. For other men."
She pulls back, letting my cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. "No," she breathes, her voice ragged. "Only in my head. For you."
That fucking sentence ignites me.
I pull her up, turning her so she’s kneeling on the bed, facing away from me.
I put my hands on her hips, guiding her back until her ass is presented to me.
Her back is a long, elegant curve. Her ass is round, full, the skin so smooth I want to bite it.
Between her thighs, her pussy is now a glistening, wet shadow.
The pink lips are swollen, open, begging.
"I’m going to fuck you from behind," I tell her, my voice a raw scrape against the quiet room. "I’m going to watch my cock disappear into that wet, pretty hole. And you’re going to watch it too."
I reach for the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. I tilt it, adjusting it until she can see her own reflection, see me behind her, see her own face watching us. Her eyes widen, a spark of something electric—shame, excitement, pure fucking lust—flashing in them.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance. It’s hot, so fucking hot and wet. I don’t push in. I rub. I slide the swollen tip up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices. She moans, her body trembling. "Mikhail… please."
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my hand coming to her ass, stroking the smooth skin.
"I want you inside me," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I want you to fuck me hard, so hard I?—“
I push.
The feeling is fucking unreal. She is tight, a silken, hot vice that grips my cock with a pressure that steals my breath.
I sink in slowly, inch by inch, watching in the mirror as her face contorts—pleasure, pain, surrender.
Her lips part, a silent gasp. Her eyes are locked on the mirror, watching as her body takes me in.
I’m all the way in. My balls press against the back of her thighs. I’m buried. I stay there, letting her feel the full stretch, the full possession. Her inner muscles flutter around me, a rapid, involuntary pulse.
She’s fucking milking me already.
Then I pull back, almost all the way out, until just the tip is inside her.
Her wetness gleams on my shaft. I push back in, harder this time.
A sharp, choked cry escapes her. I set a rhythm—deep, punishing thrusts that slap my skin against hers.
The sound is wet, meaty, obscene. Each time I pull out, I see her pussy lips clinging to my cock, trying to hold me inside.
Each time I push in, I watch her body jerk, her ass cheeks bouncing.
My hands grip her hips, holding her steady for my assault.
Then one hand moves. I slide it up her back, then down again, to her ass.
I spread my fingers, gripping one cheek, pulling it aside to see better.
In the mirror, the view is fucking breathtaking.
The dark pink of her stretched cunt, the slick shine of our joining, the way her body yields to mine.
"I’m going to spank you," I announce, my voice calm amidst the chaos of our fucking.
She doesn’t protest. She just nods, her eyes closing for a second.
I pull my hand away and bring it down in a sharp, open-palmed slap against her right ass cheek. The sound cracks through the room. Her skin blossoms into a warm, red flush. She yelps, her body arching, her cunt tightening around my cock like a fist.
"Do you like that?" I ask, thrusting deep again.
"Yes," she sobs.
I spank her again, on the other side. Then again, alternating, each slap landing just as I thrust deepest into her.
Her moans become screams, ragged and torn from her throat.
Her wetness increases, a flood that makes each thrust smoother, louder.
The scent of her, of us, of sex, fills the air—musky, salty, sweet.
I’m fucking her so hard the bed shakes. I’m fucking her so deep I feel my cock hitting the very end of her. She’s taking it all, her body moving with mine, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. She’s a natural. A fucking natural at this.
I lean over her back, my mouth finding her ear. "You’re mine," I grit out between thrusts. "This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. This fucking mouth is mine. Every scream, every moan, every drop of wetness belongs to me."
"Yours," she chants, a broken mantra. "Yours, yours, yours."
I can feel my own end approaching, a tightening in my balls, a heat coiling up my spine. But I want her to go first. I want to watch her break.
I change my angle, thrusting upwards, hitting a spot that makes her entire body seize. Her scream is different—higher, sharper. Her hands claw at the sheets. I keep hitting it, over and over, a relentless, precise battering.
"Irina," I command. "Look in the mirror. Watch yourself come for me."
Her eyes, hazy and unfocused, drag themselves to the mirror.
She watches as her face transforms, her mouth open in a silent cry, her eyes wide with shock.
Her body starts to shake, her thighs quivering.
Her cunt begins to convulse around my cock, a rapid, rhythmic clenching that feels like a thousand tiny mouths sucking me.
She comes.
It’s a fucking eruption as her back arches violently.
A guttural, raw noise tears from her throat.
Her cunt floods, a new wave of wetness soaking my cock and her thighs.
In the mirror, I see her eyes roll back, her features slacken with pure, unadulterated release.
She collapses forward, her chest hitting the mattress, but I hold her hips up, keeping her ass in the air, keeping my cock buried deep inside her as she trembles and shakes through the aftershocks.
The sight, the feeling, the sound—it triggers my own downfall.
I pull almost all the way out, then drive back in with a final, brutal thrust. My own release boils up and erupts.
I fuck into her as I come, my hips pumping, my cock spurting hot, thick jets of cum deep inside her cunt.
I feel each pulse, each burst, filling the tight space I’ve been pounding.
I groan, a sound so deep it feels like it comes from my bones.
I don’t stop moving. I keep fucking her, pumping my come into her, until I’m spent, until my cock is soft and slipping from her swollen, used hole.
We collapse onto the mattress, a tangled heap of sweat and satisfaction. I don’t pull away. I stay there, wrapped around her, my heart slowing down to a heavy, satisfied thud. My seed is leaking from her, onto the sheets, a warm, sticky proof of what we just did.
I look at the window, the moon still hanging in the sky. The war is still out there. The betrayal is still waiting. But as I feel Irina’s hand find mine, her fingers interlocking with my own, I realize that for the first time in my life, I’m not fighting the dark.
I’m the one who owns it.
Her breathing is slow, deep. She turns her head, her lips brushing my shoulder. "Mikhail," she whispers, her voice hoarse.
"I’m here."