Chapter 43 #3
Alexei pulls out of me abruptly. He drops his face between my spread legs, pressing his hot mouth against my dripping pussy.
A gasp escapes my lips when he begins sucking my clit hard while lashing his tongue against the swollen flesh.
Too sensitive to handle, I buck my hips wildly and grab tight into his dark hair.
He ignores my weak struggles, groaning against my skin with starving hunger.
Hungry and hot in the most depraved manner, Alexei moves lower.
His wet tongue traces down my skin, inch by inch, past my pussy, exploring lower.
I jerk my hips in panic, but Alexei has them in place, wide open, digging his strong hands into my thighs.
His hot tongue circles my exposed asshole, and I shudder from the feeling.
He laps at the skin shamelessly, using broad and wet strokes over the sensitive rim before switching to pointed flicks that make me gasp loudly.
Alexei presses deeper. His tongue breaches the tight ring of muscle, fucking in and out with insistent pushes that send humming vibrations into my tense body.
Two slick fingers join right alongside his moving tongue.
He stretches my body wide open while scissoring his fingers apart.
“Alexei, what are you…oh fuck!” I scream.
His tongue pushes deeper before curling inside, and his heavy thumb grinds against my clit in tight circles.
He uses his free fingers to lightly slap my slick pussy, creating echoing wet smacks in the quiet room.
He continues to eat my ass with shameless hunger, not caring who can hear.
Loosening my tight muscles, Alexei pumps his fingers in a steady rhythm, building intense pleasure until my brain stops working.
“You love getting your ass eaten and stretched, don’t you? This tight hole is getting so ready for me. Just take my tongue and take my fingers, my greedy whore.”
The intense double assault sends me over the edge.
I climax once again with deeper intensity than before.
Massive pleasure waves begin rolling through both of my sensitive holes.
My body starts undulating wildly against the mattress.
Strange sounds escape from my throat that do not resemble real words. They sound broken and inhuman.
He pulls his face back. His strong chin is slick with fluids, and his eyes look wild.
Climbing back over my trembling body, Alexei lines his heavy cock up with my entrance and pushes back into my waiting pussy.
I whimper loudly at the sudden friction rubbing against my swollen walls.
“Give me just one more, whore,” he demands.
“I want you to give me one more climax on my cock.”
“I don't have another one left in me,” I cry.
“You do,” he assures me. “This cunt knows who it belongs to.”
He builds the steady rhythm slowly, using long and deep grinding strokes. His heavy pelvis mashes against my clit while his free hand rubs the swollen flesh. He presses his hot mouth against my bruised neck, whispering filthy Russian phrases between sharp bites and soft kisses.
The final orgasm melts through my tired body. It feels soft and brings a feeling of total release. My exhausted pussy flutters weakly around his thick length. Hot tears stream down my cheeks as I cling to his wide shoulders.
“You are such a good girl,” he praises me, his steady pace shifting faster as he begins chasing his own climax. “You are my perfect little slut. I am going to flood this pussy.”
“Please do it,” I beg him. “Fill up your whore.”
He buries himself as deep as possible. His body goes rigid.
He keeps his heavy hand pressed on my soft throat right as he erupts.
Thick and hot pulses of his cum begin flooding my insides.
The messy liquid spills right out around his thick cock and runs heavily down between my spread legs.
He lets out a loud and guttural groan. He continues pumping his hips through his intense climax to grind his warm cum deeper into my body.
“Moya,” he whispers. “Navsegda moya.”
He collapses onto my chest, remaining buried inside my body. His muscles are still twitching. His warm cum continues leaking in a messy puddle between our resting bodies. I wrap my weak arms around his frame, left shaking and ruined. My mind is gone to the world.
Sometime later, I am resting curled up against his warm chest. I trace his old scars using just my small fingertip. “Alexei,” I whisper into the quiet room.
“What is it?” he hums in response.
“I am sorry.”
“I already know,” he replies softly while pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “You need to sleep right now. We have a gang war starting tomorrow.”
“And what happens after that?” I ask him.
“After the fight, I am going to keep my whore in line.”
I let out a soft laugh as I am already drifting away into exhaustion. “Good luck with that,” I tease him.
“I will need it,” he agrees.
I close my heavy eyes, his warm cum still feeling sticky resting between my tired thighs.
The impending gang war feels far away from this peaceful moment. So far that I fall into a dreamless sleep.