I grasp her shoulder and push it up to roll her backward. She rolls to her side, but I pick up her hips and prop her up on her knees again. “No,” I say sharply, like she’s displeased me. “You keep that ass in the air, so I can spank it.” To emphasize my words, I give her three hard slaps. Then I push her top shoulder open again. “Now twist and give me that breast. I’m going to show you how much I like it.”
I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth, then swirl my tongue around it and pull off. I grip it roughly and twist, but my words temper the action. “So pretty.”
She lets out a shaky moan.
“Are you wet for me, Kateryna?” I ask. I haven’t touched her pussy since she came to the bed.
“Yes,” she warbles.
“Let me see.” I climb around behind her and rub my fingers between her legs. Her honey coats my fingers, slick and sweet. I use it to circle her clit then dip my finger again and trail it over her asshole. “You want to get fucked here?”
“No,” she says immediately, her anus squeezing beneath my finger.
“You might like it,” I tell her and slap the place where ass meets thigh. I grab a pillow and shove it beneath her hips. “Lie flat, malyshka.”
She slides forward to her belly and opens her thighs. I stroke again, putting my thumb over her anus as my two fingers glide over her lubricated slit. It feels so dirty. So right. I give her ass another slap then murmur, “don’t move.”
I get a condom out of my wallet and return. She hasn’t moved an inch. Kateryna is obedient as hell when she wants something.
“I’m putting on condom.” My accent sounds thick.
“I have an IUD,” she tells me.
I slap her ass. “You should still demand protection.” I’m pissed off all over again about those mudaks who wanted to take advantage of her at the rave. Kateryna needs to raise her standards.
I take off my pants and shove down my boxer briefs, roll on the condom and position myself at her entrance. There’s a voice nagging in the back of my head, trying to get control of me. It’s telling me this is a mistake. This is the moment where I go too far. To a place I can’t take back.
But I’m drunk on hormones now. I need Kateryna as badly as she needs me, and pulling back or pulling away has become an impossibility. I press into her slowly, easing in because I’m big, and she’s tight. Inch by inch, I feed my cock into her until I’m fully seated.
I stroke her hair back from her face then fist and release it, giving her a firm scalp massage. “You good?”
She presses back against me. “Yes.” She sounds breathless.
I ease back then slam in again. The pillow lifting her hips gives me a good angle. I can get deep inside her and hit her G-spot on the way.
“Tak…tak,” she moans, apparently already on the way to satisfaction.
The pleasure is mutual. I haven’t had a girlfriend since I left Russia to find Nadia over a year ago. I’ve had a few hookups but nothing hot like this. Nothing so unapologetically kinky, so over-the-top sexy.
And Kateryna is by far the hottest girl I’ve been with.
I play with grabbing fistfuls of her hair and releasing it, sometimes tugging her head up to make her arch her back for a few strokes, then letting her back down to recover. I hold her nape down like she’s pinned to the bed. I play with one nipple while bending her backward with a hair tug.
She’s pliant. Enthusiastic. Every time I do something forceful or dominant, her pussy gushes for me. She apparently loves being mistreated.
I apparently enjoy being her abuser. The thought disturbs me, but I push it away. I can feel my own pleasure coming to a head. Surging forward to claim victory.
I ride Kat, slapping in harder and faster. I hook my hand in front of her neck to bow her backward while I fuck her. “You like it when I give it to you hard, malyshka? Hmm?”
“Tak,” she cries.
“You take it like a good girl, don’t you?”
She lets out a sobbing breath and squeezes my dick with her internal muscles. I can’t hold back any longer. I rock into her with hard, forceful strokes, shaking the bed and making it bang against the wall.
“Yes!” Kat cries.
My vision turns hazy. The room swims and spins.
I give a shout and come, plunging deep inside her to fill the condom. She gives over in perfect tandem, her muscles milking my cum as she flutters and spasms her own release.
“That’s it,” I murmur, slowly rocking in and out to wring the last aftershocks from her. “Good girl.”