“I was just saying—”
He wrenched my panties down. “Do you know what I’m going to do, Ava?”
“What, mad man?”
“I’m going to fuck you right now. Then you’ll know how big it is, and even your grandmother too. She’ll hear you screaming all about it.”
I opened my mouth in shock.
He shoved the panties down some more.
“Misha, we are not fucking—”
“We are.” He spread my legs apart. “I knew it the moment I laid down in bed with you.”
“Everyone is up.”
“Excellent. They’ll hear how much you love it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I?” He toyed with my clit just the way I liked it. Softy twirls and tender brushes.
Moaning, I arched toward him. “Misha.”
“Hmmm.” He stopped playing with my clit and massaged the folds of my pussy, triggering more arousal. Surely, his hands went moist with my desire. “Yes, Ava. Look at that. You’re so wet. You know you want it.”
“I do, but. . .”
He nipped at my bottom lip. “But?”
“You always make me scream.”
So wicked, he whispered, “Then don’t scream.”
“That’s easy to say, but difficult when you’re fucking the scream out of me.”
“That’s right, Ava.” He gave me a devilish smile. “You lose control with my cock. Say it.”
“Oh my God. Can I talk to Humble Misha for a few seconds?”
“My cock is hard. Humble Misha is asleep.”
“Is that how it works?”
“I’m a man after all.”
Seconds later, he was deep inside of me, thrusting in and out.
I moaned.
“Shh.” He thrust harder. “You’re being loud.”
Breathless, I panted, “Fuck you, Misha.”
“Fuck me?” He lifted me off the bed.
Stunned, I held onto him. My breasts bobbed against his chest. He buried his face in my cleavage and licked at my nipples. I dug my nails into his back, loving his tongue and cock. “Oh, Misha.”
“No.” He pumped harder. “Fuck me?”
“Oh!” I covered my mouth with my hand.
“That’s right.” He squeezed my ass and bounced me on his cock. “You unnecessarily tease my cock and then you wonder why you’re full of it right now.”
I did my best to keep my voice down. “Oh, Misha.”
“No. Don’t say, ‘Oh, Misha’ now.” He thrust harder. “Say those naughty words from earlier.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop fucking you?” He pulled his cock out and held me above the tip. “No more fucking, baby?”
“Damn it.” I hit his back. “I told you to stop teasing me.”
He rammed his cock back in me. “You’re mine to do with what I want.”
“Oh.” I cried into his shoulder.
“Say it.”
“I won’t.”
“Say it or you’ll get more teasing.”
“Fuck you, Misha.”
He grunted and pulled out.
“Misha, stop playing—”
He flipped me over. I landed on my hands and knees. He was inside of me again, pumping from behind and driving me crazy.
“Oh!”
Someone knocked on the door.
He didn’t stop thrusting.
I gripped the pillow, not wanting him to stop.
My grandmother’s voice came next. “Ava, are you okay?”
Misha smacked my ass and whispered. “Tell her.”
I arched up as Misha drove deeper. “Yes!”
Grandma knocked again. “Ava?”
I put my hand behind me, trying to slow him down. “I-I’m fine, Grandma.”
Her voice sounded unsure. “O-kay, baby.”
I hoped to God she walked away.
Misha showed no chance of stopping. “You see what you did? Talking all that shit.”
I giggled.
Pumping some more, he smacked my ass.
My orgasm bloomed at my core and threatened to explode. “Oh, Misha!”
He gripped my hips and kept a steady rhythm. “Bite the pillow. You’re being too loud.”
Asshole, you’re making me loud.
I grabbed the pillow and bit on it, letting my moans fall into the softness. I clenched my pussy around his cock.
Grunting, he smacked my ass again. “Stop that.”
Still biting the pillow, I hugged his cock with my pussy again.
“Fuck, Ava.” His cock jerked inside of me. Because he couldn’t have me in control, he reached around and tenderly tugged at my clit. I moaned into the pillow. He returned to dominating me. His grip was hard on my hips. He moved me with ease, pumping into me like he owned my pussy. And he did. Every wet inch was his.
I moaned in my pillow again.
“Damn it, Ava.” His cock jerked inside of me. His pumping slowed. With a low grunt, he squeezed my ass hard.
“Shit.” So much pleasure fell around me, drowning my body. I climaxed right there, experiencing a toe-curling, pussy-hypnotizing orgasm. My legs trembled. I fell forward, unable to keep my balance. He held me to him, not letting me go.
In the pillow, I cried out his name.
And then he came with me, spilling into my pussy and coating every inch. Misha groaned as he pulled out of me.
My heart boomed in my ear.
“Why did you make me do that, Ava?”
I laughed.
He fell next to me on the bed. “That wasn’t right.”
“You’re the one who had me making so much noise my grandmother came to the door.”
He shook his head. “And now she knows I was fucking you because you couldn’t keep it down.”
“What?” I widened my eyes. “That’s not my fault.”