I sucked her clit into my mouth rhythmically. Her body trembled, her orgasm right at the surface. I could feel it, sense it surrounding us.
And when I made a deep, vibrating sound around her clit, pushing my finger deeper into her ass until she exploded for me. My face got soaked from her orgasm and turned me the fuck on.
I let her ride it out until she stopped grinding her cunt on my face and almost slid off and onto the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer.
I flipped her onto her back, gripped her inner thighs and spread her wide, and looked down at her pussy. She was so fucking pink and drenched. I’d never seen anything more perfect or feminine than what Anastasia had between her thighs.
“Kostya,” she whispered my name in this dreamlike tone, and I trailed my gaze leisurely up her body. When our eyes locked, I ran a hand over my cheeks, mouth, and jaw, wiping away her juices, then dragged my tongue up the center of my palm, not wasting a drop.
“I want to be gentle, good fucking lord, baby, I want to. But I can’t.” I gripped my cock and stroked myself. Just one more taste.
I moved down her body, sucking a berry-pink nipple into my mouth. I did the same with the other until both stood hard and red.
I licked around her little belly button, then spread her pussy lips apart, stared at her cunt for a second, and let a string of saliva drip from my mouth to her slit. She gasped and I glanced up at her. Oh… my girl fucking liked this nastiness.
I spit on her pussy once more before groaning and dragging my tongue from her hole to her clit.
Enough fucking around. I had to claim her.
I gripped myself once more, notched the head at her entrance, and braced my other hand on the bed beside her head. We were both panting, the scent of our combined sweat and sex filling the room and making me feel drunk.
In one hard thrust, I pushed all my cock into her, hearing her cry out, feeling her nails dig into my flesh, and groaning at how tight she was as her inner muscles clamped down.
My penetration had been rough for her first time, but fuck me, I couldn’t help it.
The sound that came out of me was gruff, a harsh bark of noise as my balls drew up impossibly tighter and pressed against the curve of her ass.
“Oh, God,” she whined. “It’s too much. You’re too big.”
I grunted and pulled back before sliding in deep once more. “Take all of me. Open up that fucking pussy and take every single inch.”
She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she shook her head back and forth. Not a denial, but more like she couldn’t control herself as the sensations were too much.
“It hurts,” she breathed and when I ground my pelvis against her, hitting her clit in the process. She moaned.
“I don’t care if it hurts. I want to split you in two until you’re clinging to me because I’m the only thing keeping you anchored.”
I moved the hand by her head closer, tangled my fingers in her hair, and jerked her head back so her throat was bare and her mouth was wide as she gasped.
I grabbed her hip with my other hand and snarled as I pulled out and slammed back in.
“You’re mine,” I said harshly.
Over and over I did this, my thrusting roughly. She’d be so sore after I was done.
“You’ve always been mine.” I knew I’d leave bruises on her body, marks of my brand, of my ownership. “I’ll never let you go.”
I leaned down and ran my tongue over the side of her neck, tasting her before I bit her, not breaking the skin but knowing my teeth dug in hard enough it hurt.
“Oh, God.” She cried and I pulled out only to slam back home.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “So right. So fucking right I can’t breathe without you.” I looked down at where we were connected.
I was stretching her so wide, her skin tight around my cock, my shaft glossy, her inner thighs slick.
“Say it. Tell me what I what to fucking hear.”
Her breath hitched when I thrust my hips forward, burying myself deep in her.
“Be my good girl.”
Her nails dug into my forearms, crescent shapes breaking my skin. “I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the beginning.”
I snarled. “Yeah, you fucking have.” She started sliding her hips to meet my thrusts. “Jesus Christ, baby. Yeah, that’s it. You’re doing so good,” I grunted. “Fuck yourself on me. Work for my cum by grinding that tight cunt on my cock and getting me off.”
She started moving her hips faster, her clit rubbing on my pelvis, my cock stretching her wide and hitting her deep.