Chapter 43
Zoya
“Maybe we should just poke each other tonight,” I suggest.
Alexei stares at me with confusion. “Why in the world are we talking about sex that way?” he asks. “Calling it poking is just weird.”
“Well, you have a poker, and I also have a poker,” I point out. “We should use them together right now. I enjoy it when we do.”
Alexei shakes his head with a small smile. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
“Yes, let’s just fuck and make up,” I reply.
“The phrase is kiss and make up,” he corrects me. “This is why I warned you to avoid politics and journalism. You need to focus on celebrity news instead. You are behind the times. Everyone knows the correct saying.”
I let out a soft laugh. His cock presses against my thigh. The thick head smears sticky precum across my bare skin every time he shifts his weight. The hot trail makes my pussy throb with need, yet this man is giving me a vocabulary lesson.
“Fine, we can kiss and make up,” I agree. “Just please touch me already.”
His hand slides down my stomach before his fingers begin tracing the inside of my thigh. His touch remains light and gentle. He circles his fingers across my skin, avoiding the exact spot where I ache for him.
“Alexei,” I whisper with need in my voice.
“What is it?” he murmurs while pressing a warm kiss to my shoulder.
“Please stop teasing me.”
“I am not teasing you, Vedma,” he answers. “I am savoring you.”
“Then please savor me faster.”
His fingers find my pussy and press flat against my swollen clit.
Already sensitive, I jerk against his hand.
My folds feel slick and puffy from the long massage.
Alexei spends twenty minutes rubbing his hands all over my body and digging his thumbs into my tight muscles.
I spend that time trying not to moan while my arousal soaks into the bedsheets beneath me.
He begins rubbing me in slow and firm circles using two fingers. His other hand cups my hip to hold my body steady when I arch toward his touch. “You are so wet already,” Alexei observes with a dark tone. “It is beautiful.”
His fingers slide lower to trace my slick folds before spreading me open. He eases a single finger inside my body and curls it. He presses against my favorite spot with perfect pressure.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
“Right there?” he asks.
“Yes, right there,” I confirm. “You always know what to do.”
He adds a second finger to stretch me, fucking me with his hand using slow and deep strokes.
His thumb brushes against my clit with every push forward.
The wet sounds start off soft and intimate.
My arousal coats his moving fingers and begins dripping down his hand.
My thighs begin to tremble, and I try to close my legs.
He nudges my knee back down with his elbow, using gentle but firm pressure.
“Keep your legs wide open for me,” he orders.
“The feeling is intense,” I gasp.
“It is supposed to feel good,” he reassures me. “Surrender this body to me completely—let me fuck it, own it, wreck it—and I’ll give you orgasms so violent you’ll black out from the pleasure.”
I force my knees to spread wider. He rewards my obedience with heavier pressure on my clit. I let out a loud moan that fills the quiet bedroom.
His fingers are soaked by now. My wetness runs down his wrist and trickles onto the sheets beneath us. He pulls his hand out and brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks the fluids clean while gazing into my eyes.
“You taste so sweet I could fucking live between your legs,” he mutters against my pussy. “Mine. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.”
Before I can respond, he shifts his weight to settle on top of me between my open thighs. His heavy, throbbing cock presses against my entrance. The thick head nudges my folds apart while smearing more of his precum into my slickness.
“Keep your eyes on me, Zoya,” he commands. “Look away and I stop.”
I look at his face while my heart hammers in my chest, and Alexei pushes inside my body.
He does not move slowly or carefully. He uses one long and brutal thrust to bury himself to the hilt.
My pussy stretches wide around his girth.
The sudden burn forces a loud gasp from my throat while my walls flutter to adjust to the intrusion.
I feel full and stretched. His cock splits me apart, dragging against every nerve inside my body.
My mouth drops open in shock. Both of my hands fly upward to grip his wide chest, digging my nails into his skin. He refuses to give me any time to recover.
Alexei pulls back and slams inside me again. The wooden headboard cracks against the bedroom wall. My tits bounce from the force. My body jolts upward along the mattress. He grabs my hip and drags me back down onto his cock.
Every thrust builds in intensity. The brutal rhythm is a punishment for my sneaking out and tampering with the security bracelet.
He is punishing me for every hour he spent pacing his living room, wondering if I was alive.
He continues to fuck me while branding this lesson into my skin.
His eyes remain locked onto mine. His gaze is full of heat and dark possession.
The anger has nowhere else to go. He is releasing all his pent-up fury.
His pace speeds up. Alexei leans down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth and begins sucking hard.
His large hand wraps around my throat without gentleness.
He applies real pressure, pressing his fingers into the sides of my neck.
He compresses my airway just enough to make my head feel light while sharpening all my other senses.
I can feel the thick slide of his cock moving inside my dripping pussy.
The wet slap of his driving hips against my skin echoes.
My arousal creates a filthy squelching sound as it coats him.
I feel the hot pull of his hungry mouth on my breast. His teeth graze the sensitive peak before biting down and soothing the sting with his wet tongue.
“There she is,” his voice drops to a low growl. He switches his attention to my other nipple, sucking at the skin, forcing my back to arch off the mattress. “There is my dirty little slut.”
My pussy clenches around his length in a hard and involuntary reaction. That degrading word shoots through my body with electric force. My inner walls grip his cock so firmly that he lets out a loud groan. His steady rhythm stutters, and his mouth pops off my nipple with a wet sound.
Alexei notices my reaction. His eyes darken with pleasure as he trails kisses along my collarbone and up the side of my neck. He bites at my sensitive skin before sucking my earlobe between his teeth.
“So you enjoy that,” he states without phrasing it as a question.
“Your greedy cunt just strangled my dick the second I called you a dirty slut.” He squeezes my throat harder until my vision begins to blur at the edges.
His free hand pinches my nipple and rolls the sensitive peak roughly.
“Do you want me to keep calling you my worthless whore while I ruin this sloppy hole, Vedma? Do you get off on being my personal cum-slut?”
His tight grip cuts off my breath. I cannot speak.
I nod my head while my pussy pulses at his harsh words.
He kisses my cheek softly to create a tender contrast against the violence.
He then bites my lower lip to suck the skin deep into his warm mouth.
He releases the flesh with a loud pop. A dark and feral smile spreads across his face.
He claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue thrusts past my lips to suck on mine.
“Moya shlyukha,” he murmurs.
He rams his body into mine so hard that the heavy bed shifts across the floor. He breaks our kiss to bite the side of my neck and suck on my racing pulse point. “You are my pathetic little whore. So cock-starved, you will risk everything just to get fucked raw. You are a desperate bitch.”
He releases my tight throat. Cool air rushes into my starving lungs, and I let out a loud and ragged moan.
The sound tears from my chest. He fists his hand in the roots of my hair and yanks my head to the side.
He bites my neck a second time, sinking his teeth deep into the soft skin.
His other hand kneads my breast while his thumb flicks the hard nipple.
I scream out loud as my pussy clenches harder in response.
I love the sharp pain. He then kisses the fresh bite mark gently to soothe the sting.
“You love it when it hurts, don’t you?” he asks. “You are a filthy girl. You can never get enough unless I am using you for my own amusement.”
But his hands grow soft, scattering light kisses across my flushed face.
He leaves tender pecks across my cheeks and my closed eyelids.
The sweet affection somehow makes his intense degradation burn hotter in my mind.
Every filthy name makes my body grip his length tighter.
He keeps up his aggressive pace. His mouth feels hot pressed against my ear.
He sucks the fleshy lobe before biting down hard. His voice sounds rough and wrecked.
“This dripping pussy is mine,” Alexei declares. “This tight and greedy cunt was made for my cock. Say it right now, slut.”
“It is yours,” I gasp weakly.
“Say it louder, my beautiful slut,” he demands.
“It is yours!” I cry out. “It is yours, Alexei, fuck, your pussy, your cunt…”
“That’s right,” he agrees. He slams his hips deeper.
His thick cock stretches my body to the limit.
He dips his head to suck heavily on my nipple again while biting the sensitive underside.
“I will pound this sloppy mess whenever I want to. I will leave it leaking my cum. You are my personal fucktoy, aren’t you?
You exist as just a warm sleeve for my dick. ”
“Yes…” I manage to say.
“Yes, what, whore?” he challenges.
“Yes, you can use me whenever you want,” I sob. “You can use me however you want. I am your fucktoy. I am your cum-dump. Please, just keep degrading me…”