I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Vasilije Markovic was my first, and if things went terribly wrong, he’d be my last, too.
He only gave me ten seconds of stillness before he began to move. His hips drew back and I scrunched my face in displeasure. His expression was unchanged. It was just as intense as it’d been throughout this whole thing. He studied me like a teacher watching a piano student’s fingers, ready at any moment to correct a mistake.
A deep thrust rocked my body, and my mouth rounded into a silent scream as his hard chest pressed against mine. I wanted to sink into the soft fabric of the robe beneath me, melt away from the pain his thrust delivered.
His next one was worse, and I couldn’t stay quiet. I whimpered and slapped my hands on his broad shoulders, pushing at him. His eyes tightened on mine, and he paused. “Slower?” His uneven question threw me even more off balance. So far, he’d given me nothing but orders. He didn’t take requests or ask for permission.
I swallowed thickly and nodded.
His eyes flooded with heat as he retreated and advanced on me, moving at a fraction of his previous speed and with less aggression. He was probably making his best attempt at being gentle. His shallow thrusts came at an adagio tempo I could handle, and then his lips were on mine, muting the discomfort. His skin and heart were cold, but his mouth was fire. It was addicting. I was thirsty for his heat.
He maintained the slow rhythm while his lips were sealed over mine, and I focused on that. I enjoyed his kiss. He hadn’t rejected me this time when I’d instigated it. His open mouth moved against mine, letting our tongues meet and stroke, and I moaned with satisfaction.
It was another pull of a trigger.
That was when Vasilije really began to fuck me.
20
Vasilije
Oksana’s pussy squeezed me like a fist, and I clenched my jaw against the pleasure. Something strange was happening to me, though. Whenever I fucked, I didn’t care much about the girl attached to the pussy I was balls-deep in. I wanted them to come, but not because I wanted them to have pleasure, but because it made me feel powerful. And listening to a girl scream was sexy, and there was nothing better than feeling them coming on my cock.
Right up until the moment I slid inside her virgin pussy, I’d . . . fuck me. I liked giving her a dose of pain to go along with the pleasure. A few girls had tolerated me when I’d gone rough, but it was amateur hour in comparison to what I’d done to Oksana. The Russian had taken whatever I dished out and barely said a goddamn thing.
The sick fucker inside me whispered she liked it rough. She got off on the pain I inflicted. My blood rushed loudly in my ears, whooshing along with excitement. But then I’d shoved my cock inside her, and saw agony in her eyes, and I went cold. It was only fun when she liked it.
The slow pace I fucked her at was a nightmare of pleasure. She was wet but tight, and her muscles were tense, which probably made it hurt more. I distracted us both by kissing her. Got her to loosen up, and when she moaned, it broke the wall holding back the asshole I was.
I lifted onto my hands, gazed down at her pussy, and my cock pumping in and out of her. The thick muscle glistened with her juices, and there was the trophy I’d wanted. A smear of blood. Fucked up satisfaction overtook me. I’d been first to plant my flag. Oksana was all mine.
“It’s so hot,” I said between two tight breaths, “watching my cock fuck you.” And it felt even better.
She said nothing. Her face was blank, and I didn’t like it. She’d come alive when I’d had my tongue all up in her pussy, and I was greedy. I wanted more of that. “Does it still hurt?”
Oksana’s lips pressed together. She didn’t use words, but it was enough of an answer.
“How bad? Does it just hurt, or does it hurt but feel good, too?”
“It feels good, too,” she whispered.
A current jolted through me and my cock flexed, liking the sound of that. I dialed back the urge to drive into her. We weren’t there yet. I kept at the same pace, easing my dick in and out of her soaking body, watching the glide and how I disappeared inside her.
I thought of all the ways I was going to fuck her. Doggie style. Reverse cowgirl. Maybe bent over the back of the couch downstairs where I could watch us onscreen again. Definitely on the piano bench. We’d be on fire.
Oksana’s tense body beneath me began to relax one muscle at a time. Her clipped pants for air were interrupted by moans, and these were sounds of pleasure. The soft, sexy cries shot straight to my dick. I slammed my mouth over hers, giving her a kiss that was how I liked to fuck. Hard. Rough. Dirty.