Chapter 16
Kasimir~
It was so fucking hard to be a good man when Zoya didn’t want a good man. For whatever reason, she wanted me, and she wanted me just the way that I was, which was nothing short of a miracle when you thought about it. Nevertheless, I wasn’t going to question anything that I didn’t want to remedy.
Now, while I’d been against this at first, I could admit feeling powerless whenever Zoya was standing in front of me naked, and while that was a shallow weakness, I was just fine with possessing it.
I was okay with spending my days setting everything else aside to please my wife, which Zoya would be very soon.
Stepping away from her, I climbed up on the bed, then positioned myself in a way that made all of me available to her, and I just smirked at her as I got comfortable. “Ready when you are, lepestok.”
Zoya placed her hands on the mattress, then crawled up my body with both need and nervousness warring on her face.
Up until now, I’d always been the one in control, and so I could see her feeling a bit unsure about what to do next, though she already knew how to ride my cock like a pro.
However, that wasn’t what I wanted from her right now.
No.
Right now, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to see how wet her pussy was for me, and I wanted her to ride my tongue until she dripped down my throat, leaving me craving more and more. So, regardless of giving her full control, I still had demands of my own.
“I want you to crawl over my face, baby,” I told her. “I want you riding my face until you cum all over it.”
Zoya stopped with her legs straddled over my hips, and if she wanted to, she could easily ignore my request as my dick was already hard for her again. With her, it didn’t take me long to be ready for another round, even after having just cum down her throat.
However, luckily for me, she kept crawling over my body, and even though all the bruises were gone, I was still very aware of her injuries.
Her fingers were still in a splint, and she still winced every now and again whenever she moved a certain way.
Plus, that bullet wound was definitely going to scar.
“Take your time,” I instructed evenly. “We have all night, so there’s no need to rush.”
Once Zoya was poised over my face, I looked up to see her grab the headboard with her good hand, being mindful of her other hand, the one with the broken fingers.
The second that I felt like she was okay, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, then took in the sight of her wet cunt positioned over my face, and I could feel my need for her deep in the pit of my stomach.
Zoya was an addiction that there was no cure for, not that I was looking for one.
Lifting my chin, I stuck my tongue out, then slid it through her soft folds, and it felt like coming home to the only home that I was ever going to want or need.
Zoya’s low whimpers filled my ears with a satisfaction that I hadn’t ever imagined possible, and there was no question about ever letting her go.
“Kasimir...” she panted as my tongue worked her clit, my arms keeping her anchored above me.
Zoya began to move her hips over my face, but my hold on her kept her from moving too far from my mouth, refusing to let her get away until she came on my face.
She had asked me to make her forget everything that was happening around her, and that’s what I was going to do.
I was going to leave Zoya in a state of pure exhaustion, letting sleep consume her until the next morning.
With my tongue lapping her up like a man starved, Zoya’s moans filled the room, and even though I had her legs locked around my head, she was the one controlling exactly where my tongue went and what amount of pleasure she was receiving.
She was searching for euphoric bliss, and she was using me and my tongue to get her there.
When her moans turned louder, her hips also began moving faster, and my chest ached with how eager she was to find her release.
My chest ached for everything she was searching for but would never find.
No matter how many orgasms I gave her right now, she was still going to wake up in the morning feeling empty and alone.
“Oh, God...” she choked out, her hips moving even faster. “Don’t...oh, God...”
My arms tightened around her thighs as Zoya finally let out a deep moan of pleasure, and my mouth watered as her release slid over my tongue, down my throat, drinking from her like she was the only elixir of my life.
I swallowed every drop like it was all that I needed to live.
I drank her down like there was nowhere else in the world that I’d rather be, and there wasn’t.
If one thing was clear, it was that Zoya was all that I’d ever need in this life.
When Zoya finally came down from her high, I let go of her thighs, then grabbed her hips, guiding her down my body until she was positioned over my hard cock again.
With my grip on her hips, I moved her body up and down, letting the hard thickness run through her soaked pussy lips, hitting her sensitive clit to work her up all over again.
“Kasimir...” she panted. “Please...”
“Christ, I love it when you beg for my cock,” I groaned against the soft skin of her neck. “I love every-fucking-thing about you, baby.”
Before Zoya could say anything to that, she was cumming for me again, her breathless cries like music to my ears.
The way that her body twitched, the way that her broken breaths filled the room, and the way that her creamy scent filled my nostrils was a high that I was never going to stop chasing.
Zoya was an addiction that I’d never be able to shake, again, not that I was going to try.
Once her sweet body stopped twitching, with my hands still on her hips, I lifted her high enough for the head of my cock to breach her opening, and when I slid her soaked cunt down and over my dick, the heat from it had me letting out my own deep groan.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Kasimir...” she whimpered, her hands hitting my chest, the splints on her fingers digging into my skin, but I wasn’t going to complain. No pain could distract me from how good Zoya felt wrapped around my cock, the tight grip that she had on me sending dark shivers straight to my balls.
“Bounce on my dick,” I ordered. “Take what you want, Zoya...ride me until you cum for me again.”
“Yes...” she choked out as she threw her head back, then moved her hips as wildly as her injured ribs would allow her. I knew that she was probably going to ache a bit in the morning, but I wasn’t about to stop her or slow her down. “God, yes...”
The only problem with her riding my cock like this was that I wanted to take her tits in my mouth badly enough to almost lose my mind with it, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to get too rough or accidently get near her ribs, so all I could do was watch them bounce in my face as she rode my dick, leaving me wishing for more, but reining in my urges for her sake.
So, trying my best to curb my impulses, I kept my eyes on her face, and what a beautiful sight it was. Her light complexion was flushed, her eyes were closed, and the two orgasms that she’d already had were showing on her dewy, glowing skin.
“Give me just one more, baby,” I ordered. “Give me at least one more.”
“Please...” she begged, though she really was the one doing most of the work. “Kasimir, please...”
“I’m here Zoya,” I assured her. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere...ever.”
“God, don’t stop...” she panted, rambling, forgetting that it was she who was in control here. “Please, don’t stop...”
Within seconds, Zoya was cumming for me again, and I had to grit my teeth to see her through it.
There was no way that I was going to cum inside her until she was done with me, no matter what I had to do.
For once, she wasn’t handing herself over to me until I was the one sated; it was the other way around.
The love that I felt for her had me at her mercy, and I wouldn’t stop until she was through taking whatever it was that she needed from me.
“Kasimir...” she whimpered when she finally stopped convulsing around me, and it was such a sweet fucking sound.
“Tell me what you need, lepestok,” I said, her body slowing over me. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you...whatever you want.”
“Just you...” she answered quietly. “I just need you...”
Hearing the want in her voice, I moved underneath her, moving deep inside her until I finally came myself, filling her warm cunt with my seed, hoping that each time got her pregnant, forcing her with me forever.
When I was finally done emptying myself inside her, I let Zoya drape her exhausted frame over my body until I softened. Once I pulled out of her, I carefully rolled us over, then positioned her, big-spooning her close to my chest.
“Get some rest, lepestok,” I whispered against her right ear.
Almost immediately, her quiet breaths were the only sounds filling my ears, and the deep ache in my chest lessened with each rise and fall of her breasts. However, my need to avenge her was still alive and on fire like an out-of-control natural disaster.