Chapter 17
Kasimir~
There were very significant moments in my life that had come along to shape and define the man that I was today, and this moment was going to be added to that list because tasting Zoya for the first time was going to be something I was never going to forget.
I also knew that I was never going to give her up now.
Not only did she look like she belonged on my bed, but the moans falling from her lips were sounds that I wanted to fall asleep to every fucking night.
Tonight wasn’t going to be enough, but to be fair, the rest of my life wasn’t going to be enough, either.
I felt like I was going insane with how much I wanted her, and the more that she pushed her hips against my face, the more I wanted to feast from her.
“Kasimir...” she whimpered, and I’d never wanted to consume someone like I wanted to possess this woman. “God, please...”
When Zoya had stepped out of her panties, I’d been torn between wanting to fuck her and wanting to drag her into the kitchen for a decent meal.
While she was still sexy as hell, it was clear that she was underweight, and that had brought out a protective side in me that I hadn’t known existed.
It was then that I also realized that I wanted to take care of her as well as ruin her sexually, and I planned on keeping her with me until I could do both.
Sliding two fingers inside her, the tightness only made my need for her worse.
I was going to stretch her out so damn beautifully, and I couldn’t wait to feel her strangling my cock.
I couldn’t wait to cover her body with mine, then watch her take my dick over and over again.
Where she might have chosen missionary with another plan in mind, I was going to love watching her cum for me.
With my tongue on her hard clit, I pulled one soaked finger from her pussy, then slid it into her ass, letting her know that we weren’t going to take it slow tonight, and this wasn’t about getting my money’s worth.
This was about convincing Zoya that no other man would ever do after tonight.
This was about forcing her to see what was between us, because there was definitely something more than hate between me and this woman.
“I’m exploring every fucking inch of you tonight, baby,” I warned her. “Every fucking inch.”
“Okay...” she whimpered, giving in easily. “Okay...”
“Now, I need you to cum on my face like a good girl, and then maybe I’ll let you suck my cock later as a reward,” I taunted. “Maybe I’ll let you suck my dick clean after you’ve cum on it.”
“Kasimir, please...”
Two little words.
Two little words that I hadn’t ever expected to hear from her lips, but now that I’d had, now that I knew what Zoya sounded like when she begged, I was going to stop at nothing to make it happen over and over again.
I was going to make her need me so badly that she’d do nothing but beg for me when she needed to feel satisfied.
It was also clear that I was falling under Zoya’s spell with every second that I spent with her, and whatever sorcery that she was working on me, I welcomed it.
I wanted to be under her spell, and I hadn’t been lying when I’d once told Viktor that the woman whom I fell in love with would be lucky if she could even breathe without me near her to allow it.
Already addicted to her precious whimpers of pleasure, I rearranged my fingers to have two in her pussy and one in her ass, and I worked her clit with my tongue until I had to throw my free arm over her waist to hold her still.
Zoya’s hips were pushing against my face and fingers in a desperate bid to find release, and with as much as she was leaking all over the place, I knew that my bed was going to be soaked by the time that we were done here, which was just fine with me.
When Zoya finally came for me, she did it with my name erupting from her lips, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted her screams, not her subtle cries of pleasure.
I wanted the entire building to hear who owned her pussy, and I wanted there to be no mistake about her being in my bed willingly.
I wanted her to come home to me and be eagerly awaiting me in our bed with her legs spread, her pussy already dripping for me before I even touched it.
I removed my fingers from Zoya’s tight little fuckholes as she came for me, but I was quick to stick out my tongue, lapping up every drop that was seeping from her spasming cunt. I drank from her, and I didn’t stop until her whimpers quieted, though her legs were still trembling around my head.
Looking up at her chest heaving, her tits bouncing with each breath, I asked, “Are you ready for me, baby?’
She didn’t say anything, but since she wasn’t trying to run away from me, I took that as still having her permission to ruin her exquisite body.
As I began crawling upward, I placed kisses on every inch of skin in my path, and when I reached her tits, I didn’t ignore them.
I took her left nipple in my mouth as my hips settled against hers, and on instinct, her knees fell back to give me all the room that I needed, and when Zoya’s hands ran across the back of my shoulders, that was definitely her giving me permission to continue.
It wasn’t until I was finally settled between her legs that I propped myself up on my elbows, then looked down at the pretty girl beneath me, and she really shouldn’t have chosen missionary on that card.
Even though she’d given me the green light to explore everything else with her, I knew that this was always going to be my most favorite position.
When I needed to remember that she was real, and that she was giving herself to me willingly, this was how I was going to fuck her.
“Look at me, lepestok,” I ordered.
When Zoya opened her eyes to look up at me, my name was still on her lips. “Kasimir...”
With one push of my hips, I buried every inch of my cock inside her, and that whisper turned into a choked cry as her body arched beneath me.
It also wasn’t lost on me how phenomenal she felt wrapped around my bare dick, and there was no way that I wasn’t going to be cumming inside her all night.
Now, while I was sure that it wasn’t in her immediate plans, if she got pregnant, so be it.
It would only make it just that harder to leave me.
“Fuck, you feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” I grunted as my hips began to fuck her hard, deep, and steady. “You feel so good all over my cock.”
“Kasimir...” she whimpered again, the sound of my name on her lips never getting old.
I bent my head to taste her neck, and when Zoya’s arms wrapped around my back tighter, I actually got lightheaded with how badly I wanted to cum inside her. She was so tight, petite, and utterly feminine, and I wanted to consume her like a glutton that would never get enough.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, my lips against her neck. “You like how my cock is stretching your tight cunt wide?”
“Don’t stop...” she begged. “God, don’t stop...”
“Oh, I don’t plan on it,” I promised wickedly. “I’m not stopping until the sun comes up.”
Not being able to help myself, I propped myself back up on my elbows, so that I could look down at her beautiful face, and Zoya Kuzmin looked like an absolute goddess when she was taking dick.
She looked needy, vulnerable, and sexy all at the same time, and I couldn’t wait to cum all over her face and tits later.
As for our first time together, I was going to cum deep inside her, and like hell would I ever wear a condom with her after this.
I wasn’t sure how long I tortured her with my long, deep, hard strokes, but when she started pushing back, looking for her release, I began fucking her faster, and her fingernails digging into my skin felt incredible.
Zoya was holding on tight for the ride, and the way that she was surrendering to me was fucking up something deep inside me.
By all accounts, Zoya should hate me and be trying to break free of me, but instead, her body was begging me to make her cum, and that was everything right now.
“Tell me, are you on birth control, Zoya?” I asked, and she immediately froze beneath me.
“N...no...” she panted. “I...”
“Good,” I growled before pulling out of her, then flipping her over onto her stomach. The plan had been to watch her face as she came for me, but that plan had changed with her answer.
“Kasimir, what are you doing?” she asked as I wrapped my arms around hers, locking her beneath me, holding her prisoner with my entire body over hers.
Without answering her, I pushed my cock back inside her dripping cunt, and she let out a cry as I bottomed out against her cervix, making it uncomfortable for the both of us.
Still, it wasn’t enough to make me stop.
I was going to cum inside this woman, and I was going to make sure that I was deep enough to get her pregnant before the night was over.
“I’m making you mine,” I grunted, my breath hot on her ear. “I’m going to cum inside your unprotected womb, and I’m going to do it all night long, lepestok.”
“You can’t,” she choked out, her objections falling on deaf ears since her ass was pushing back against my groin, silently begging for it.
“Oh, but I can,” I argued, and when I bit the back of her shoulder, instead of screaming in pain, Zoya screamed out her orgasm, and the tightening of her cunt told me exactly what she wanted.
So, I gave it to her all fucking night long.