Yelena
I’m truly going to hell now. His fingers are heaven, the man knows how to please a woman. But we shouldn’t be doing this, he’s married to my mother—he’s my stepfather.
The grip he has on my jaw is punishing. He’s angry because I’ve denied him. Did he really expect me to jump on him? The man is freaking married.
He pushes his cock into my mouth, the thickness of it almost choking me as it hits the back of my throat. I gag, but push through it, breathing through my nose, I relax my jaw and let him take control.
“That’s it, horoshaya malenkaya shlyushka, don’t stop,” he praises me. My nipples pebble at his words. Never did I think I would enjoy being called a good little whore, but his words send tingles throughout my body.
His hand tangles into my hair and he begins to fuck my mouth. He’s taking everything he wants his way. I’m merely here for the ride. His other hand goes to my neck, his fingers caressing my skin. The possessive gleam in his eyes is a far cry from the tender way that he’s caressing my neck. Within seconds, the tenderness is gone as he wraps his calloused fingers around my neck, thrusting his cock deep into my throat.
“I can feel my cock here,” he growls. “Keep going, moya prekrasnaya malenkaya shlyushka.” (My beautiful little slut.)
His grip on my hair tightens, becoming incredibly painful and tears spring from my eyes, but the pain only heightens my pleasure. His thrusts become even harder, punishing, his cock batting against the back of my throat. I can’t stop the moan that bursts from me.
His eyes darken, going from the warm brown that stole my breath when I first laid eyes on him to almost black. “That’s it malenkaya, moan for me.” His fingers flex around my neck, causing me to release yet another moan.
I’m soaked. I’ve never been this turned on, my juices are running down my thighs. I want more. I need some relief. As sick as it is, I know that Nikolai is the only man that can elicit this type of response from me. At twenty-five I’m not inexperienced. I’ve been in a few relationships and I enjoy sex, but nothing compares to this.
“Release me,” he commands.
The authority in his voice has me releasing his cock instantly. I sit back on my knees and look up at him. He’s an opposing figure with his tall muscular frame, chiseled looks, and the dangerous gleam in his eyes; he’s the ultimate bad boy. The one that ha me a quivering mess with just a smoldering look. Not that I’d ever show him that.
His hands go to my arms, and he effortlessly lifts me in the air and pushes me down on the table. The moment I’m on my back he grips my thighs and thrusts into me with the same brutality as he’s been treating me this evening. My back arches as his cock pierces me, filling me so much that I’m crying from the pain. “Niko—“
“No,” he snarls, cutting my words off. He pistons in and out of me like a man on a mission. The grip he has on my thighs is painful and will no doubt leave bruises tomorrow. Even with the brutal thrusts, my body is once again climbing, this man is taking me to new heights. He’s completely wrecking me for anyone else. How am I supposed to pretend that this hasn't happened?
I gasp when he slows his movements, pulling out of me until all that’s left is just his thick mushroomed head. He glides slowly back into me, his cock filling me inch by inch. Allowing me to feel everything, every rib of his cock.
“Condom,” I cry as he slams into me once again.
“Never, Lena,” he growls, his eyes narrowing on me. “Never with you.”
I glare at him. He’s such an ass. “Bastard,” I hiss. “This is the only time this will happen.” I tell him adamantly. I've made mistakes in my life. Who hasn’t? But this—this is beyond belief.
He pulls out of me, and I hold back the whimper, hating that I miss the connection.
The anger is pouring off him in waves. Something I’ve come to realize with Nikolai is that the man hates to be told no. I’m pulled off the table, his eyes once again almost black. Even though he looks like the devil, he’s still by far the sexiest man that I have ever laid eyes on.
He bends me over the table, my ass in the air, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Lena,” he growls against my ear as he savagely thrusts into me. “You are mine.” He withdraws only to harshly plow into me again. “I will fuck you whenever I want and, malenkaya, as much as you pretend that you don’t want it, your pussy and your body tell me otherwise.”
Oh, he’s a bastard.
“Kanchay Alya menya, moya malenkaya Shlyushka.” (come for me, my little whore.)
His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls, my back arching so that I’m flush against him. His fingers find my clit, he strums at the puckered nub like a skilled musician.
I detonate. Utterly shatter at his command. My thighs quiver, my breath comes out in pants. I'm utter mush. Nikolai doesn't care that I’m unable to form a coherent thought. He continues to fuck me into oblivion losing himself in me. He's searching for his release.
“This isn’t a one-time thing,” he growls, his hips pistoning as he pulls tighter on my hair. “You are mine.”
My spine straightens. God no. I try to move but he’s too strong. “Mine, malenkaya, you are mine.”
“No,” I hiss. “My mother is yours.”
His laughter is humorless. “No, Lena, she is not. Marrying her was a mistake.” He slams into me. “This however is not. So, yes. Lena, you are mine.” He pushes into me, burying himself to the hilt. Unloading string after string of cum inside of me.
I collapse onto the table. My body completely spent. He presses a kiss against the outer shell of my ear. “My beautiful Lena,” he whispers as he pulls out of me, I wince at the movement.