Smacksmacksmack.
He spanked me over and over again as he continued to bite and lick at the side of my throat, sinking his teeth deep but not breaking the skin, and then dragging his tongue over the sensitive spot that he gave me.
“I’m so close.” Those words spilled out of me almost incoherently and I felt a tear track out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the side of my face, licking away the tears.
When his mouth was by my ear, he whispered, “Be my good girl and come for me, sweetheart.”
I came so powerfully stars danced in front of my eyes. The world exploding around me in shapes and colors and sensations.
And then the world was turning upside down, and I made a surprised noise as he stood suddenly and moved us to the bed. He set me on the center of the mattress and my body bounced once, twice, my legs falling open as he stood in front of me, his massive cock now in his hand, the length so glossy from being inside of me.
And then he was on me again, using his big body to shove my thighs open even more before he slid his hands up and curled them around the back of my knees. He forced the tops of my thighs to my chest.
He leaned down and gently—God, so sweetly—kissed my bruised and injured ankle.
That was where his gentleness started and stopped because a second later, he slammed his mouth against mine, thrust his tongue past my lips and forced me to kiss him in the best way. While he mouth-fucked me, he notched the tip of his cock back at my entrance and pushed in deep. Brutally.
He broke the kiss but left his lips pressed against mine as he made an animalistic sound, “Say my name as I fuck you.”
He was throwing his hips back and forth between mine, fucking me so hard I was moving up the bed. The only thing keeping me stationary was his hand on my shoulder, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
“Kostya,” I moaned and tipped my head back, the pleasure rising higher and higher so I knew I wouldn’t be able to chase it. I’d be left in its wake.
He licked at my mouth, dragging his tongue over my lips before plunging in and out and then moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth. He alternated between the tips, biting them roughly before soothing away the sting with his tongue. And all the while he never stopped fucking me.
“Again, give it to me again,” he demanded.
I came for my roughened fighter, my inner muscles milking him until he was leaning that big, male body back, gripping my inner thighs, and watching as he sank in and out of me.
“I’m going to fill you up, make you take every single drop of my cum.” A low rumble left him, sweat dripping off his face. I noticed he still wore his jeans, that he’d been so frantic for me he hadn’t even bothered getting fully undressed.
“I’m going to bathe you from the inside out.”
One thrust. Two. Three. He stilled, burying himself deep in my cunt as he slammed his hands on either side of my head and came.
He stared into my eyes the entire time as he came. I felt his cock jerk inside of me, felt the hot, thick jets of his cum fill me until it was slipping out from where we were connected.
When he came down from his climax, he sagged his head and breathed in and out harshly. He pulled out of me so suddenly a soft cry of disappointment left me.
But it was the feeling of his fingers smoothing over my sore pussy that had me opening my eyes and watching as he smeared his cum along my lips before pushing his fingers back into me, making sure every drop of him stayed inside of me.
“Hold me,” I whispered. Kostya only moved away long enough to take off his jeans, and then he was lying beside me and pulling the blanket over us.
“Everything is going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”
And then he held me until I fell asleep.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Anastasia
Kostya had been speaking the truth when he’d told me everything would be okay.
It was only a few days after our motel encounter where he’d marked up my neck and waist to the point I got high when I saw them in the mirror.
Maybe there was something wrong with me to get pleasure in seeing physical aspects of his dominance littering my body, but if it was wrong I didn’t want to be right.
He’d gotten a phone call from Timur twenty minutes ago, and ever since then Kostya had done more listening than talking.