21. Timur #3
And when she's almost done, I sit up, pulling her with me until she’s straddling my lap in reverse cowgirl. Her back presses against my chest. her slick, still-twitching pussy hovers right over my throbbing dick.
"God, I've been wanting this," I growl, and her hands shoot to my knees to brace herself as I line myself up and thrust upward hard, burying every thick inch inside her.
Kira whimpers and her head falls back against my shoulder as I sink. She’s impossibly tight and soaking wet, her walls still fluttering from her orgasm. I grip her hips and start fucking her so deep, driving up into her as hard as I can in the tight position.
“Fuck, yes—my God, you're tight this way,” I rasp against her ear, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast while the other rides down her belly to rub her clit again. And then she starts grinding, bouncing on me of her own volition. “Ride me just like that.”
Kira rolls her hips in slow, deep circles before lifting and dropping back down on my cock.
The wet slap of her ass meeting my thighs grows louder as she finds her rhythm, taking every inch of me over and over.
I keep one hand on her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple, while the other stays between her legs, rubbing over her swollen clit.
"Tim... yes... oh, God."
Every time she sinks down, her pussy squeezes me perfectly, still so slick from her first orgasm.
I can feel her walls rippling along my shaft as she rides me, juices making a mess between us that slicks her movements even more.
And I thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, driving into her from below so the head of my cock drags against that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke.
Her breathing turns ragged. Soft whimpers spill from her lips, growing sharper each time she grinds her clit against my fingers. I can feel her getting closer again already—her inner muscles starting to flutter and pulse around me, gripping tighter with every bounce.
“That’s it,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough. “I can feel you squeezing me. You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
"Shit, yes..." Kira nods frantically, and her hips move faster, slamming down harder, chasing the friction. I keep rubbing, never letting up, while I thrust up into her and suddenly her whole body goes tense.
Her pussy clamps down hard around my shaft, rhythmic pulses milking me as her second orgasm crashes through her.
She whimpers a broken, desperate sound as her walls flutter wildly, squeezing and releasing in strong waves that pull me deeper into her heat.
Her thighs shake, and fresh wetness floods around my dick as she comes.
"Oh, shit, it's too much," I groan. "I'm gonna flood you."
The intense, rhythmic squeezing of her pussy around me is too much.
Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine and then explodes outward.
I groan loudly into her neck as I start to come, thick ropes of cum pulsing out of me and flooding deep inside her.
Each throb of my cock sends another spurt into her, filling her up while her walls keep milking me through it.
The feeling of her still pulsing around me makes my release last longer, every twitch of her body drawing more cum from my balls until I’m completely drained.
We stay locked together, both of us trembling and panting as the waves slowly fade. Her body's soft and heavy against mine, her breathing gradually slowing while my dick continues to twitch inside her, the last weak spurts leaking into her warmth.
"You're so perfect," I tell her, kissing the back of her shoulder, and Kira mewls a soft sound as she slides off my lap, turning to lie on her side. I want to ask her about the bruises that ring her neck, but she looks peaceful now, no longer as afraid.
I lie beside her for a moment, hand resting on her hip, and know if I don't piss before I go to sleep, I'm gonna get drawn away from her in the middle of the night, probably wake her up. So I tap her hip.
"I'll be right back." I reach for my pants, pulling my phone from the pocket as I stand. After she used Sonya's tablet to make a call, I won’t take a chance like that.
"Mmm," she mumbles, eyes heavy-lidded, covering delirious eyes.
And I slip out, into the adjoining bathroom to relieve my bladder.
As I stand hovering over the toilet waiting for my body to relax enough to piss, I unlock my phone and swipe to the email app.
I've got a few new notifications and I'd be happy as fuck to put a face to the name Kira's given me so I can assuage everyone in my life and get them off my back.
But when I open Stepan's email and see the image larger than life on my phone, it isn't Kira's face I see.
It's a pretty woman, dark hair, cleft chin, bold blue eyes, and not even closely resembling Kira. But Stepan's words say, Here she is, Tim. Kirianna Belova. Let me know if you need anything else.
I stand there staring at the photos, one by one flicking through a series of different images that all portray the same woman.
The problem is… none of them are the woman lying in my bed.