Chapter 24 Sergei
SERGEI
Hot water crashes across my shoulders when I pull out of Raina’s mouth.
The pop echoes off the tile. Strings of spit and precum hang from my tip to her lips before the spray washes them away.
I haul her upright by the arms and press her to the wall, mashing our mouths together.
I taste myself on her tongue, the salt and heat mixing with the sharp bite of her breath.
Her legs clamp around my waist automatically.
Her heels dig into my lower back. My hands cup her ass, digging in, lifting her higher as I grind my cock against her soaked folds, teasing the head through the slick heat.
“You still mine?” I breathe against her mouth.
“Always,” she answers without hesitation, voice raw.
That’s all I need. I line up and thrust in, hard and deep in one stroke.
She gasps into my mouth as her back hits the tile.
I slam her against it harder, setting a brutal rhythm immediately.
Her pussy clenches around me, hot and tight, wetter than the water pouring down her thighs.
Her nails rake my shoulders, trying to hold on, but I don’t let her settle.
I bounce her on my cock, hips piston-fast, needing to feel her break apart around me again.
“Keep quiet,” I whisper into her ear, biting the lobe. “Nadia’s down the hall.”
She nods, breathing hard, but the little whimpers leak out anyway.
They fuel me. I push her higher, locking her back against the tile.
The water screams around us, the steam rising thick.
I move faster, fucking her with fast, punishing thrusts.
My palms squeeze her ass cheeks, spreading her wider, letting me angle deeper.
Her thighs clamp tight around my ribs, the muscles shaking with effort.
“Hold on, baby,” I growl. “I’m not slowing down to keep you steady.”
“I don’t want steady,” she pants, head tipped back. “Fuck me.”
“I am.” I slam into her again, harder, watching her mouth fall open. “You feel me? All of me? Tell me.”
“Yes.” Her forehead drops to mine. “God, yes. Don’t stop.”
“I’m nowhere near done.” I seal my mouth over hers to swallow her moans while I hammer inside her, hips smacking wetly against her ass. Her tits grind against my chest, her nipples scraping. I capture one with my teeth, teasing, sucking, then going back to kiss her.
Her body tightens. I feel the tremor in her thighs.
I need better leverage, so I spin us without pulling out, carrying her to the built-in bench under the spray.
I sit, feet braced wide on the wet tile, and she lands astride me, her ass resting on my thighs, my cock still buried to the hilt in her drenched pussy.
Her hands fly to my shoulders to steady herself.
“Ride,” I order. “Show me how much you missed this.”
She rises, lowers, grinding down, the motion slow at first. I brush her hair away from her face, pinching a nipple between my fingers. “Faster.”
She obliges. She bounces, slams down on me.
My hands grab her hips, guiding the rhythm.
I thrust up to meet each drop. Her clit rubs my pubic bone.
Her tits bounce, droplets flinging from her nipples.
I lean forward and latch onto one, sucking hard, rolling it with my tongue.
She cries out, tries to bite it back. I clamp a hand over her mouth, keeping her quiet while I don’t let up.
Her eyes glaze, her body shaking. When I remove my hand, she gasps.
“God, Sergei,” she moans. “You’re going to make me—”
“Do it.” I slap her ass lightly, watching the ripple. “Come on my cock. Soak me.”
She rides harder, grinding deep while my thrusts get faster. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. I fuck her through it. She trembles, her pussy clenching erratically, heat flooding my thighs. She presses her forehead to mine and whispers my name. I don’t slow down. I flip us instead.
She lands with her front against the glass wall, her hands splayed wide, palms squeaking.
Her tits squash flat against the cold panel.
The rain of water trails down the glass like a distorted city outside the window.
I grip her hips, pull her back enough to angle my cock to her entrance again, and slam into her from behind. The glass vibrates, but it holds.
“Look there,” I murmur, gripping her jaw and twisting her head so she can see our reflection.
Her eyes widen at the sight—the steam-blurred view of me behind her, fucking her, her face flushed, her body spread and pinned.
I hold her chin, then let it go so I can flatten her torso to the glass with my hand between her shoulder blades.
She braces, clenching her hands. I start driving into her, fast, relentless, balls slapping her clit. “Spread wider.” She slides her feet until her stance opens. “Good girl.”
I fist my hand into her hair, pulling her head back enough that her lips part with a gasp. “You take this cock better than anyone,” I rasp into her ear, my breath mixing with hers on the fogged glass. “You feel me bruising you?”
“Yes.” She shudders. “All of it.”
I trail my free hand down her stomach, dipping between her legs, finding her clit. I rub fast circles, tight, adding pressure to match my thrusts. Her whole body starts shaking. “Don’t you run from it,” I growl. “You stay right here and let me feel that pussy clamp down. Come.”
She explodes. Her voice cracks on my name.
Her pussy spasms, squeezing every inch as her knees buckle.
I hold her up by the hips, continuing to thrust into her even as she convulses.
Her juice flows over my cock, down her thighs, mixing with shower water.
Her cheek presses to the glass. She bites her lip to stifle the scream.
I keep grinding through the aftershocks.
When her trembling begins to subside, I slow my strokes, keep them deep.
I pull out and spin her around so she faces me.
I lift one of her legs and hook it over my forearm, opening her wide.
Her back hits the glass again. Her tits press flat, droplets sliding down. Her nails skid along my shoulders.
“Sergei,” she whispers, breathless. “More.”
“You get everything.” I slam back into her, lifting her other leg and wrapping both around my waist, keeping her suspended.
Her arms loop over my shoulders. Her pussy grips me like a vise.
I thrust inside her with a deep, steady rhythm, our pelvises slammed tight.
Her breath comes in ragged bursts. We’re nose to nose, eyes locked.
I kiss her, long and slow, even as my hips snap.
“Say it again,” I murmur against her lips. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she chokes out.
“Who fucks you like this?”
“You, Sergei, it’s always you.” Her words spill raw and fast. “No one else. You’re the only one.”
“That’s right.” I ease her down so her feet touch the floor, but I keep my cock buried.
I bend her at the waist, face pressed to the glass, ass out, water streaming down her spine.
I grab both her wrists, pinning them over her head, and thrust from behind.
Her tits flatten against the glass, her mouth open in a silent cry.
I fuck her relentlessly, rough and precise, while murmuring into her ear.
“You’re dripping down your thighs. I feel it.
You love getting fucked like this. You love being stuffed full. ”
“I love it,” she whispers, voice shaking. “Everything you do to me. More.”
“You’ll get more,” I promise. I release one wrist, slide my hand down her belly and between her legs, rubbing tight circles on her clit again. Her body jolts. “I want another. Right now.”
She nods frantically, pressing her forehead to the glass, biting her lip as my cock slams into her.
I feel her clench again, smaller pulses building fast. “Look at yourself,” I order.
“Watch this pussy get owned.” She opens her eyes, sees her reflection—the flushed cheeks, the fogged panel, the way my body cages hers.
“Sergei,” she moans. “Sergei, please. Let me—”
“Come,” I command, not stopping the thrusts or the circles on her clit. “Now.”
She shudders, a soft cry escaping as the orgasm rushes through her.
Her legs shake so hard her knees almost give out.
I hold her up, fucking her through it, watching the way her pussy keeps trying to milk me.
The sight pushes me to the edge. Heat builds at the base of my spine, climbs through my gut.
“I’m going to fill you,” I growl, thrusts turning heavy and deep. “And you’re going to hold every drop.” I wrap my arm under her to lift her slightly, ensuring I can drive as deep as possible.
“Yes,” she moans, eyes meeting mine in the reflection. “Please. Give it to me.”
That plea snaps whatever control I have left.
I slam into her a few more times, all the way to the hilt, and the climax detonates.
“Fuck.” My cock pulses hard, spurting hot cum deep inside her.
I grind, nudging my head against her cervix while the thick release pours out of me.
Heat floods her, over and over. I hold her there, nose at her neck, breath ragged.
She moans softly, squeezing with every pulse, taking it all.
When the last shudder passes, I keep her pinned to the glass, my cock still inside, my cum sealed in her. We stand in the shower’s roar, breathing slower. My hand strokes up and down her spine. Water trails over her curves. Neither of us moves.
“You stay filled until I say otherwise,” I murmur against her ear.
She nods, grinning lazily. “Yes, Pakhan.”
I finally pull out, watch my cum spill down her thighs, mixing with water. I turn her around and kiss her, slow and claiming, my hands cupping her face. “You did perfect,” I whisper. “Stay right here. I’m not done with you tonight.”