13. Timur #3
Her voice cracks with need. “Give me your dick already, and stop messing around. I need it."
I finally thrust forward in one deep stroke, burying every inch inside her and she groans, back arching as I bottom out. Her walls flutter around me as she whimpers and pants.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, gripping her hips. “So fucking tight.”
I start moving, letting her feel every ridge as I drag out and slam back in. It's intoxicating the way she moans and makes such disgusting erotic sounds. Such high praise coming from her as I fuck her from behind. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing firm circles while I pick up speed.
“Harder,” she gasps. “Please, oh, God.”
I give it to her, pounding into her over and over, watching as her ass bounces and her fingers scrabble at the counter. Her moans turn into sharp cries that only spur me on more.
“You like that? You like me fucking your pretty little pussy?"
“Yes—oh, God, yes..."
I smack her ass hard, feeling her clench on me instinctively, and she whines loudly. “Good girl. Squeeze my dick just like that.”
Her pussy clamps down around me as I keep rubbing her clit. I can feel her getting close already, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Come all over my dick.”
She shatters and her walls pulse, milking me hard. Fresh moisture floods around my dick as she comes, legs shaking, body trembling. I fuck her straight through it, not slowing down, drawing out every wave until she’s whimpering and oversensitive.
“Fuck, you feel so good squeezing me,” I rasp, slamming deeper.
Kira pushes back to meet every thrust but words have failed her now. The sounds coming out of her are raw and unintelligible.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and she only gets louder so I pick up the pace, pounding her harder and faster until sweat beads on my forehead and rolls down my temples. She’s dripping down my shaft, down her thighs, making everything slick and messy.
“Tell me how much you love getting fucked like this,” I demand, just needing to hear her voice. I swear it will push me over the edge.
When she whimpers, "Timur," I'm done.
I slam into her with short, powerful strokes, chasing my own release. Her walls flutter again, milking me, pulling me deeper. Pressure builds and I can't hold back anymore.
My hips stutter. I bury myself as deep as I can and let go with a low, guttural groan.
Thick ropes of cum pulse out of me, flooding her in hot spurts.
I keep thrusting through it, grinding deep while I empty everything into her, cock throbbing with every wave until I’m completely spent, panting against her back.
She lies draped over the counter weakly as I slide out of her and watch her holes pulsing still.
My seed drains out of her, dripping down her thighs as she sighs contentedly, and rather than messing her pants, I pull them down the rest of the way.
She kicks them free before standing, then pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it.
I wasn't expecting that, or the way she peels her bra off and then walks over and picks up the wine casually.
Something tells me she's had a bit of vodka before I even got home, because she's loose and relaxed with me now, draping an arm around my neck as she downs the glass of wine and grins at me.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against my body and my still-hard dick presses into her stomach, pinned between us. It's finally time for me to bring up what I've been wanting to ask her, more for myself than any other ulterior reason, though they do exist.
"Kira," I whisper, peppering her forehead with kisses as she lazily looks up at me.
"Yes, Timur... who comes at the very hint of his name on a woman's lips." She grins and this close, I definitely smell the vodka on her breath. But she's clearly in charge of her faculties.
"What would you say if I asked you to stay with me?
" The way her body tenses in my arms as I ask the question is so loud, I rush out my explanation before she can bite out a rejection.
"I mean... I know that it's odd and that the way we met isn't conventional, but I really like you.
And what would you say to dating an old man like me?
I mean, after you go back to your family...
Seeing if this thing between us is gonna go anywhere... "
Her body relaxes a little, but she doesn't say anything to me.
Kira rises up on her tiptoes and kisses me in a long, languid dance of her tongue over mine, and when she pulls away, she grins, saying, "Get me drunk and fuck me all night, Mr. Kuzin.
" Then she grabs my tie and backs away, dragging me away from my dinner.
But I do manage to grab the bottle of wine as she tugs me up the hallway.
This isn’t the answer I was hoping for, but I'm not going to refuse her.
If every sexual experience with Kira turns into an all-nighter of several rounds, I'm in heaven. And even if it doesn't, I think this match was made there.