Gavriil (Stepanov Mafia)

Her lips pressed together into a hard line, and her eyes went glassy. She looked away towards the wall, trying to hide the fact that she was crying. I grabbed her chin in my hand and brought her face back to mine. I tipped my head forward until our eyes were level and she had no choice but to look at me.

“Don’t weep for someone as worthless as your brother,” I said, my voice firm.

She swallowed back emotion and shook her head, lower lip trembling. “You already beat him once. I didn’t expect you to do it again.”

“He stole from me, and I can’t allow that to go unpunished. But more than that, your brother allowed you to come to me and pay his debts. Any man who would willingly let his own sister fuck off the money he owes is not a man worthy of being cried over. Especially by you.”

Before I could stop myself, I reached up and brushed an escaping tear from her cheek. I watched as the surprise registered in her face. What was she surprised about? The tender gesture? My soft words? Samantha was standing naked in front of me, yet I found myself feeling vulnerable.

I stepped forward and shoved my knee between her legs, widening her stance. Then, just as I had that morning, I cupped her sex in my palm and slid my finger across her opening. Her lips eased apart once more, and her eyes fluttered.

We stumbled backward until her back was pressed against the wall, pinned in by my body and my hand. I slipped a finger inside of her and her back arched, her breasts pushing towards my face, impossible to resist. I leaned forward and sucked one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the hardened nub.

“You should stop worrying about your brother,” I mumbled against her skin while I slid a second finger inside of her. She tensed around the sudden pressure and then relaxed down onto me.

“I can’t,” she said, breathing the words out, eyes squeezed shut.

I stretched my thumb up to circle over her nub, and her body straightened and lengthened at once, both trying to get away from my touch and sinking into it further. She seemed to be at war with herself, and I loved watching the fight. Samantha couldn’t deny the way she reacted to me, couldn’t ignore how I made her feel.

“Then allow me to help you forget about him.” I breathed against her neck.

I slipped my fingers out of her, and there was a moment of emptiness, of longing, and then I pressed myself against her opening and thrust up. Samantha gasped, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. She was barely ready for me. I felt her body adjusting, but I didn’t give her time. I thrust upwards over and over. Her hips slammed against the wall, no doubt leaving a bruise.

I was pummeling into her hard enough that each thrust lifted her feet from the floor, so I hooked my arm under her knee and lifted one leg and then the other. The entirety of her weight was held up by me and my cock. As I pulsed up, I dropped her weight slightly, our bodies slamming together.

“Have you ever had it this way before?” I asked between grunts.

Samantha shook her head, eyes squeezed shut again.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She opened her eyes with visible effort. Her pupils were blown wide, nearly blotting out the green.

“Tell me. Have you ever had it this way before?”

“No,” she moaned, a puff of warm air hitting my face.

I dropped one of her legs, letting it dangle as my fingers found her sex again. I circled my thumb across her, and she cried out, throwing her head back so hard it smacked against the wall. I felt her trying to arch against me, but because she wasn’t touching the floor, she couldn’t get the leverage. Instead, she just hung there, helpless against my onslaught.

I pulled my finger from her center, flattened my palm, and slapped it against the ample skin of her backside. She yelped out in pain. I worked a rhythm on her body, my thrusting alternated with a spank. Pleasure and pain mingling together in a confusing cocktail.

She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut yet again.

“Look at me,” I said again.

She obeyed me, though I could tell it was difficult. Her eyelids were heavy.

I slowed my thrusts, sliding out of her almost all the way before inching back in. Soft moans escaped her lips, and I felt myself edging closer to finishing as well. Her eyes on me made every sensation seemed heightened. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked a woman in the eyes while I fucked her. In fact, I didn’t know if it had ever happened before. I slapped her once more and then moved my hand back to her front.