“Oh, God,” I said, feeling my legs trembling. I didn’t think I could hold myself up any longer.
“Answer me,” he said, moving back to play with my pussy. He moved his palm back and forth against me. “Answer me, and I’ll let you come.”
My hands splayed flat on his chest, and I tried to move my hips against the rhythm of his touch, wanting more friction.
He stopped moving and cupped me completely with his hand.
“No,” I said, letting out a desperate mewl. I was so close … so fucking close. “Please, Mikhail.”
“Answer me, my pretty girl. Tell me how wet I make you. Tell me how much I turn you on. Don’t be shy. I can fucking feel you drenching my palm.”
As if to prove his point, Mikhail squeezed me. I closed my eyes, feeling the tremors work their way up my body.
He pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy viciously three times. My leg muscles clenched, and I closed my eyes.
“Oh, God,” I cried out.
A pool of wet heat moved through me.
“Answer me,” he said, his fingers sifting through the lips of my pussy.
“Yes, Mikhail,” I said, feeling another bout of arousal coming out of me. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on by him. And there was no use in hiding it. He could feel it … feel me. “It’s all for you. Please. Let me come. I need to come so bad.”
“Fuck, kotyonok. Do you know how pretty you look when you beg me? Do you know how hard I am just watching you like this?”
He moved his hand against me once more, this time quickly and roughly. I let out a scream, closing my eyes and trying to force myself to remain upright. He kept up his pace, and it wasn’t long before I felt those familiar tremors working at the small of my back.
I was so close.
So close.
Just a little more.
Mikhail pressed his thumb down my clit, and I shot off, unable to hold back.
I felt him move me over him.
My eyes opened in small slits as I watched him adjust us, so we were lined up perfectly. I leaned down and bit his shoulder when Mikhail drove his hips up, his cock ramming up inside me.
He stilled when he was in all the way, and I buried my face in his neck.
I braced on my knees, and then he moved.
I cried out, my voice muffled in his neck as he fucked me hard, fucked me fast.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh … fuck,” I chanted against him.
I didn’t think I could handle this, but the alternative was to ask him to stop, and I thought I might die right now if he stopped.
I needed more, and not at all, and I didn’t know what I wanted.
“Fuck, kotyonok. Do you know how good you feel around me? That’s right, baby girl—Clench around me. Let me feel you,” he gritted out, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I might bruise there later, and I didn’t even care.
I just needed him.
“Mikhail,” I cried.
“I got you,” he cooed in my ears, moving faster against me.