Chapter 24 Kirill
KIRILL
Tess grips my cock as she comes, and my brain overloads with happiness that my girl is so responsive for me, the sheer ecstasy of each roll of orgasm hits her and connects through to me as she spasms, and the heart-expanding knowledge that she loves me.
I can’t talk. For a second, I can barely breathe.
But I keep moving inside her, my hips slamming against hers, my lips on her cheek, and my breathing harsh and laboured. This feels unlike anything I’ve done before. Taking my girl for the first time is the greatest privilege of my life. And pleasure.
“That’s it, come on my cock,” I rasp as her movements turn to flutters, and she goes limp, one foot sliding down from my waist to my thigh.
“Oh god, Kirill. That was…” She turns her head and I groan and cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue in time with my pumping cock. Owning her.
Her kiss is sweet and accepting, whereas I’m darkly passionate and demanding.
I want to consume her. My craving for her has exploded out of its constraints. I piston into her, and my primal self conjures up the image of coming deep in her pussy, jetting my seed right to where it’s needed to get her pregnant.
The tension curls at the base of my spine. My balls pull upwards as I thrust into her over and over.
Much as I’d like to have her come again, the last functional part of my brain knows that not only can I not hold out—she feels far too good—but it will be so much sweeter to rip out the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasms from her in the comfort of the house.
In the shower, in our bed. On the sofa and up against the wall.
Somewhere that I can watch her blue eyes sparkle and go glazed with lust. Where I can lie her down and worship every inch of her body.
Kiss her nipples and discover if they’re as sensitive as her needy little clit.
Fill her up as many times as she can take.
Get her pregnant.
“I love you,” she says against my lips, her fingers digging into my neck possessively, a pinch of pain that sets off extra pleasure I didn’t know was possible for me.
It’s too much.
I explode, shooting into her. I’m racked with bliss, coming in wave after wave.
My knees go weak, and I lean into her, crushing her between my big chest and the tree, only just managing to wedge my forearm against the tree trunk to prevent hurting her.
I empty my balls until I’m a cracked shell. I give her everything.
“I love you, too,” I murmur back, and pull her even tighter to me.
It’s impossible to express with words how much this girl means to me. She’s special. She’s mine. This union is soul deep.
Somewhere above our heads, an owl hoots, and there’s a rustle in the bushes.
“You belong to me, little captive.” I nuzzle the top of her head as our breathing slows. “I’ll never let you go.”
“You’d have a job getting rid of me,” she says, a smile in her voice. “I’ll hold you to your promises.”
“I could never deny you anything.” Running one hand up, under the silk of her dress and over the smooth skin of her bare hip, then down to her peachy little arse.
She’s so utterly delicious. I’ll never get over how lucky I am.
“I’m going to spoil you beyond your wildest imagination.
As many kids as you want. More books than you can ever read. ”
She giggles. “You don’t have to spoil me. All I need is you.”
I nod. “This is peace, Tess. For the first time, I don’t feel the need to…”
“Wear the mask? Go to the basement?” she teases. “Plug yourself into a keyboard? Don’t worry, we’ll still do your ‘projects’.”
We? Joy bubbles up inside me, and I nod, choked up by sheer happiness.
“Carefully,” she adds. “I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
“I’ll do everything you want. Anything that makes you proud. But I’ll pass them onto the Maths Club.” I don’t need to spend time with them anymore. It’s not as though I’m suddenly a good person—my soul is too stained for that—but I have everything I need with Tess.
She whines as I slide my cock out of her, and I allow her to lower her feet to the ground.
“Kirill! It’s running down my leg!” she says, sounding scandalised, and it’s my turn to laugh as I pull up my trousers and underwear, securing them over my cock that’s still wet with her cream.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up again very soon,” I say. “And I’ll keep pushing my come back into you to make sure you’re all lush and swollen with my child in the next few months.”
“I’d like that,” she whispers, almost shy. She pushes her hair out of her face and looks up at me. I can’t be certain in the dark, but I decide she needs a kiss and lean down to brush my lips over hers.
Then I sweep her into my arms to carry her back to the house.
“I can walk!” she protests. “Shouldn’t I walk now?”
I tighten my grip. “Nope. You used up your wishes. It’s my turn.”