Chapter 14 #3
The voices approve of her.
I am not sure it’s a good idea.
“You’ll end up with even more bruises,” I warn her, because I don’t want to hurt her.
“I didn’t complain about what I had on my neck the other day,” she reminds me, then winks.
But I don’t think she understands the risk she’s taking by giving me the chance to unleash my monsters. I know I won’t kill her, because I will control myself to some extent, but my desire is to give her pleasure above all else, and to stop at the first sign of discomfort from her.
I pull my fingers out of her and slap her swollen folds, making her cry out briefly in surprise. Then, just as roughly, I push them back inside her, pull them out again, and return to her pussy with three.
“Oh, God!” she gasps loudly.
I move them quickly, wrapped in her broken moans, fascinated by her face consumed by pleasure.
“Yes! Fuck! I’m going to... Again...”
But I pull my fingers out fast.
“You have no idea what you’ve given me,” I say through my teeth, and immediately sink my cock into her, already aching from how hard I am.
I thrust in hard, all the way, until my balls press against her soft, wet skin.
“Fuck,” I curse, closing my eyes as the sublime sensation surrounds me and a wave of silent explosions seems to destroy my existence as I know it.
Inside my head, for the first time, there is complete silence.
The world freezes, my voices fall quiet, and life comes to a halt. All I feel is perfect, soft warmth covering the cracks in my brain and filling them with a color identical to her blue eyes.
And it isn’t only physical pleasure. It is something more, something that strengthens every conviction I have about what I need to do regarding Ekaterina.
I lean over her and grip her chin with two fingers, just enough to lift her face to mine, revealing the plan I’ve been shaping over the last few days.
The one I don’t know exactly how to carry out yet, and that I’m working on with a few trusted men, but whose implications and result I know with certainty.
“You are not marrying that man. I will be the one standing beside you at the altar. From today on, you will sleep in my bed and wake up with my cock buried inside you until death takes me from you. I am the only one who will ever touch those perfect lips again,
the lips through which only my name will be spoken between sighs of pleasure.”
Her stunned gaze has no effect on me, because whatever negative thought or doubt she might have about this subject, I don’t care. I kiss her to stop whatever stupid question she might try to form, because the message is clear, and Ekaterina would fucking make peace with it.
Maybe not today.
Maybe not next week.
But I will find a way for her to be mine.
She is o
urs.
After that echo, the voices fade again, leaving me with her melodic sighs.
With my fingers dug into her soft thighs, spreading them as wide as I can, I begin thrusting into her cunt deeply.
I remember that I meant to be gentler with her, but my queen’s moans throw me over the edge, where I lose my mind completely.
I surrender to the animal side of me, the one that demands I dominate her, ruin her, and put her back together again, only to make her understand even better who the man she belongs to is.
And who belongs to her in return.
I pull away from her swollen lips and keep the hard rhythm that makes Katya’s moans grow louder and louder, until they turn even sharper.
Electric shivers begin prickling over my skin too, because her pussy starts gripping me hard while a wave of sweet wetness splashes over my balls.
Fuck.
“Oh, yes!” She screams, her head thrown back, lips parted.
Tempting.
I thrust even harder while her wetness soaks us both, and the sheet too.
With an almost savage growl torn from my throat, I pull out of her core and rub her sensitive clit with my palm until she finishes coming. Then, remembering that she asked me not to hold back, even challenged me, I climb over her on my knees until my hips are above her head.
I fist her hair and lift her head, just enough to push my cock into that sweet mouth that lets me in without hesitation.
Fuck me, she’s more than perfect.
She takes as much of me as she can, choking when I brace myself on my hands and start fucking her mouth almost as hard as I did to her cunt.
“Fuck, Ekaterina. You take me so well.”
She grips my thighs and scratches my flesh with her fingers like a cat. But through all of it, I pay close attention to every sign she gives me, in case it becomes too much.
I don’t stop fucking her brutally, drunk on the way she chokes and on the sight of her flushed face, covered in the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.
When I stay motionless, with my entire length buried deep in her throat, cutting off any chance she has to breathe, something tells me to remain like that forever. To give her the perfect death while being consumed by my own ending.
But I know I don’t want that for Ekaterina. I want her alive, always warm and ready.
For me.
I could no longer live without the sight of her, consumed by pleasure, as she is now, or without the moan that have become an obsession stronger than the voices destroying my reason.
She is the light in the darkness that defines me.
That is exactly why she is dusha moya.
I pull out, letting her drag air back into her lungs with difficulty, then lower myself again between her thighs to reclaim her warm pussy. And I stay there, motionless, while I stroke her cheek damp with the tears I kiss delicately.
I never imagined her tears could be more delicious than blood, but Katya keeps surprising me with everything she is.
“Ty moya9,” I whisper, kissing her gently, and I begin to move, pulling out slowly each time, almost to the tip of my cock, only to drive back in deep and hard.
9ты моя (ru.) You are mine.
I keep going like that, moving the whole bed, but I don’t deny her beautiful breasts the attention they deserve either, squeezing them in one hand or lowering my lips over her sensitive nipples.
When the game becomes agonizing, I increase the pace, and Ekaterina arches beneath me, offering me the chest marked by my touch.
I hear her breathing grow more ragged, and I lose myself in the pleasure of this moment, which culminates in another sharp cry mixed with my name.
Her cunt grips me hard, and this time, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.
I come hard, with a deep sound breaking from my chest, just like an animal completely destroyed by reality.
A harsh reality that does not scare me at all. It delights me.
This woman will be the death of me, but I’ll go
to hell happy, knowing I had these moments.