Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Annika
“Ican’t…need…stop…don’t stop…oooohhh my goooodddd,” I moan, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I press my forehead to the wall.
Coherent sentences aren’t possible. Not with what this man is doing to me.
I love the way he’s put me in my place at the beginning.
The way he let me give up control. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to give me pleasure, and his way was certainly not what I had imagined.
In fact facing the wall like this for anything other than straight up penetrative sex is something I’ve never experienced before- never something I’ve been bold enough to try.
I’ve had oral sex before and yeah, it was nice. But not like this. Not like him. His tongue is making me come apart in ways I’ve only ever read about in those smutty novels Valya loves.
Then there's the way he's touching my body.
As confident as I try to appear with my figure, I’ve always felt a tad insecure. I’m not model- thin. Haven’t fit into a single digit size since I was fourteen, or had a thigh gap for that matter. But this man, whoever he is, seems to be worshipping my curves.
My legs tremble as his tongue and fingers continue their magic tricks, my high heels growing more precarious as I feel my body threaten to give out from the ecstasy of it all.
Sweat forms on me brow as he takes my pleasure to dizzying heights, and every single inch of my body feels as if it’s on fire.
How long has it been since drove me to the precipice of release and kept me here? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
“Pozhaluysta, ya umolyayu tebya,” I blurt out, my words blurring into Russian without her even realizing it.
The man suddenly pulls away from my petals with a sexy as sin groan, and I can’t help but whimper in protest as a cool air drifts over the most heated parts of her body.
“You want to cum, devochka?” he asks.
“Yes,” I plead.
God I can’t think of anything else.
He whirls me around so fast that if he hadn’t swept me into his arms, I would have surely fallen. His piercing blue eyes sparkled with pure possession as he looks down at me; the evidence of my pleasure glistening on his chiseled lips as he smiles devilishly.
“Not yet,” he pants, carrying me to the large king-sized bed. “Not until I’m inside you.”
He lays me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, then kisses his way down my body.
He slows long enough to lavish attention on my breasts until I’m undulating and gasping, then he rears up again, standing at the foot of the bed.
I reach for his belt as he pulls off his jacket, but he stops me the moment he has it off of his arms.
His eyes glitter with challenge as he cocks a brow and shakes his head. I lay back down, knowing somehow that he’ll stop if I don’t obey.
There’s no dancing, no throbbing music, but as the man removes his clothes, I find myself watching the most teasing strip show of my life. Every piece of clothing reveals more hardened muscle, corded with strength from his forearms to his chiseled abdomen.
When he finally lowers his black trousers, and matching briefs, my eyes widen and my mouth waters as I see his cock and muscle corded legs.
No wonder he’s so arrogant, he certainly has nothing to be insecure about.
“Like what you see?”
My eyes snap up to his face, and I catch him flashing me a devilishly handsome smirk.
I lick my lips as I rise up to my elbows, tossing my ponytail as I lift my chin.
“I’ll like it better when you show me you know how to use it.”
His grin is absolutely wicked as he tsks his tongue and slowly shakes his head.
“Don’t worry, devochka. You’ll see soon enough.”
It was warning as much as it was a tease, and before I can quip back a smartass retort, his fingers lace around my ankles and he yanks me forward, dragging me to the edge of the bed until my knees dangle over the edge.
There's something oddly powerful watching a man like this sink down to his knees in front of me, but I quickly forget about that as his wicked mouth fuses over my sex again.
He teases my clitoris endlessly, once more bringing me to that precipice of release only for him to stop and do something different.
This time, with no command to keep my hands anywhere, I drive my nails into his shoulders, covering his muscled back with small red scratches as I moan and undulate beneath him.
The small scrapes don’t seem to faze him, and if anything spur him on to tease me further until I'm once more struggling with words.
English…Russian…it blurs together in broken sentences.
I asked him to make me forget, and he seems to be taking the task seriously.
It’s only when I think I'm about to either cry or pass out from his intense teasing that this god of a man rose from between my legs and slides his delicious body over mine.
“Please,” I gasp, feeling the swollen head of his rigid cock tease my soaking entrance.
Before I can say anything else, before I can even move to wrap my legs around his waist, he surges forward, thrusting his intimidating length fully inside of my quivering sex with one long stroke of his hips.
My lips fly apart as I try to scream in ecstasy, but all I can hear is his deep, guttural groan of pleasure as he sinks into me.
It’s purely animalistic, wild, and so damned sexy I can’t take it.
My release shatters around him within seconds. He groans again as my inner walls tighten and milk his cock. My orgasm is long and hard, flooding over our thighs and the sheets beneath us.
“Good girl, devochka,” he praises as I come apart, and begin to take me. Hard.
His thrusts are possessive, needy, and expertly driven. I claw at his arms, his shoulders, trying to make purchase and hang on, but all of my strength must have drained from me when I climaxed.
“Don’t stop,” I breath, feeling my lifeless arms still try to hold onto him.
My efforts are rewarded with a throaty, wickedly sexy laugh in my ear. I feel his muscular arms curl around my back and lift my hips- only serving to give him deeper access to me as he holds me to him.
“Don’t worry, devochka,” His deep voice promises as he takes complete control of my mind, my body- and hell, maybe even my spirit. “I’ve got you.”
And as my toes curl, my core spasms, and my entire body tightens toward another earth-shattering orgasm- I'm quite sure that he certainly does have me.