Chapter 17 – Iris #2
I landed on my knees, chest pressed to the mattress with my arms stretched out in front of me. He teased me with his cap before entering my wet pussy from behind. The thrust was smooth. Powerful.
The depth of it punched the air from my lungs. I felt him—thick and relentless, hitting a place that made my vision spark.
“Oh, God, that’s so deep.” The word tore out of me. “It’s so fucking deep.”
He slammed into me harder, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.
One hand gripped my hip. The other tangled in my hair and pulled, arching my back. A sharp spank landed on my ass, drawing a sharp wince from my mouth.
The sting bloomed into heat that only made me clench around him.
“You take me so well,” he growled. “This pussy was made for my cock.”
“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder, Ilya. I want to feel you for days.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes.”
He delivered. Every thrust drove deeper, and I could feel the thick head of him pressing against my cervix. The stretch was almost too much and somehow still not enough.
My fingers twisted in the sheets, moans spilling out of me without restraint—high, broken, shameless.
He pulled out suddenly.
Before I could protest, I felt the cool, wet slide of his tongue against my ass. “Fuck!” Shock jolted through me and my whole body tensed.
“What—Ilya—” My eyes rolled backward, legs trembling at the magic of his tongue on my ass. “What’re you doing to me?” I whispered, face contorted in pleasure.
He didn’t answer with words. He licked again, slower, circling, then pressing inside just enough to make my knees shake.
A sharp cry left me. The sensation was filthy and overwhelming and so good I couldn’t form a coherent protest. My forehead pressed into the mattress. My hands fisted the sheets hard enough to ache.
He ate me there until I was shaking like a leaf, then flipped me onto my back again.
I looked at him in awe as he spread out my legs, my eyes wide with anticipation.
He held my gaze for a moment as if savoring the expression on my face before his mouth found my pussy.
Ilya licked through my folds, sucked my clit between his lips, and groaned like the taste of me was something he needed.
“My goodness. You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against me.
My cheeks flushed, teeth grazing my lower lip. The more he ate, the higher I bucked my hips, unable to get enough. My knuckles whitened from how tightly I clutched the sheets.
“Ilya…” I said his name like a prayer, my back lifting off the mattress.
His tongue explored not just the outside of my pussy but also the inside of it. He licked through my folds while fingering me at the same time.
Surrendered, I lay sprawled, twisting and twirling in response to the magic of his tongue.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” I moaned, pulling against the sheets. “It’s so good.”
He was too busy to respond.
Ilya continued eating and finger-fucking me with a steady rhythm that drew me closer to the edge with each swipe of his tongue.
I reached out and fisted his hair, pressing against the back of his head. “Just like that. Lick me deeper, please. I’m so wet for you.”
I would definitely die of shame after this, but at this moment in time, I didn’t give a shit. I just wanted to enjoy every bit of the pleasure sprinting through my body.
He sucked on my clit, flicking his tongue fast and hard.
A sudden gasp tore from my throat, causing my toes to curl. “Right there—right there!” I cried out, twisting my face in ecstasy.
He listened and stayed on my clit, his tongue doing what it knew how to do best: please me.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please!” I threw my hands in my hair. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
He didn’t.
I arched my back higher than before, tugging more tightly against the sheets with closed eyes.
“I’m coming,” I announced, muscles contracting. “God, I’m coming!”
His strong arms held down my thighs, keeping me from pulling away. My legs trembled beneath his grip as I released all that tension.
“Fuccckkk!”
I came on his tongue, my whole body shaking violently.
He climbed over me without wasting a second and settled between my thighs. Before I could even catch my breath, he pushed back inside in one deep thrust.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on as he drove into me. “Uhh—uhh…” I moaned louder than I ever had, forgetting the mansion had thin walls. Anyone could hear me. But I didn’t care.
His hips rolled and snapped, the muscles in his back flexing under my hands. Every stroke dragged against that sensitive spot inside me until I was sobbing with pleasure, nails digging into his shoulders.
“I’m close,” he ground out.
“Yes,” I said, looking into his eyes. “Come for me. Come for me, Daddy.” My voice was needy.
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” I gasped. “Come inside me, please. Do it. Do it now.”
I watched his expression darken with pleasure as he drilled my pussy with unforgiving strokes.
This time, neither of us looked away.
He thrust once more, hard and deep, and buried himself to the hilt as he came. The hot pulse of him filling me triggered my own release. Again.
I clung to him, shaking, while pleasure crashed through me in waves that left me breathless.
My pussy accepted him completely, to the last drop, until he collapsed on my chest. The room fell silent except for our ragged breathing.
We stayed locked together afterward, chests heaving, skin damp, his softening cock still buried in me.
I lay there, feeling like a woman—satisfied yet confused as fuck.