Page 125 of Alexei

It made me part my thighs and rub my pulsing core against him. Alexei licked my lips but he didn’t kiss me. It was so damn erotic. He trailed his mouth down my neck, licking and nipping. Marking me.

The bed shifted under his weight. “Spread your legs.”

I did without delay. I physically ached to feel him there. His hand slid between my legs, his rough palms marking my soft skin. When he slid his two fingers inside me, I arched my head back and my eyes fluttered shut.

“Alexei,” I breathed.

His lips nipped the skin where my shoulders and neck met. “You’re so soaked,” he rasped, slipping his fingers in and out of me, spreading my arousal around. I shivered with need, each breath I took labored.

“I missed your taste,” he murmured. “You’re the only dessert I can stomach, kroshka.” I whimpered underneath him, grinding against his hand. “Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never,” I vowed, as his mouth trailed kisses down my stomach. In a smooth, sudden move, he grabbed the backs of my thighs and hooked them over his shoulder, then pressed his face between my legs.

“Ah, fuck,” I breathed as pleasure tore through me as he licked and sucked my folds, teasing me. He was drawing it out, his tongue never touching my clit. I writhed and grinded against his face, desperate for him to hitthatspot.

“You’re greedy, kroshka,” he purred. I watched him through the heavy eyelids, his eyes on me as he ate me out.

“Only for you,” I breathed.

It must have been the right thing to say because his mouth latched onto my clit and sucked hard. The orgasm exploded through my body and rocked through every fiber of me hard as light shot behind my eyes.

I moaned, my fingers clutching the bars on the headboard as they dug into the palm of my hands. My hips grinding against his mouth, riding the wave of pleasure and milking it for all it would give me.

My body went limp and he pulled back, his eyes meeting mine. There was satisfaction in his blue gaze and I watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. A shudder ran through me and I was ready for round two. Or was it three?

He climbed up my body, then he dragged the hot tip of his shaft over my sensitive flesh. He pushed against my entrance, and my pussy clenched greedily for him.

“I love you too, kroshka,” he murmured, nipping at my jaw and neck.

My pulse sped up at his words, his mouth closed on my pulse and sucked as my heart fluttered up into the clouds. He thrust all the way to the hilt, filling me, and happy tears pricked at my eyes.

He started to thrust. I pressed my mouth against his neck, licking his flesh, whispering love words against his skin as he thrust into me over and over again.

“This pussy is mine,” he growled as he pounded me into the mattress. My shameless moans soaked the air. He was rough, the headboard slammed against the wall. “Say it, kroshka,” he demanded, his voice guttural.

“Y-yours,” I moaned. “Please don’t fucking stop.”

My breaths came out in short pants as he pushed deeper inside me, his pelvis grinding against my clit. A tingling sensation blossomed in the pit of my stomach. I was so close.

Alexei grunted with every stroke, grinding me into the mattress. Our grunts and moans filled the bedroom, our bodies slick with sweat, flesh smacking against flesh. He slammed into me hard and ruthlessly, the flames of desire burned and licked my skin. My sensitive nipples scraped against his chest as he fucked me as viciously as he killed.

And I fucking loved it.

He was the only thing that filled my mind and my body. My soul and heart. I was so lost into him, in this fog of lust.

A scream shattered through the air as he hit a spot and my back arched. He pounded into me mercilessly, as if he wanted to punish me for withholding my body from him for the past two months.

“Say you’ll never leave,” he demanded.

“Never,” I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of another hot wave of pleasure that crashed through my veins. “Oh God. Never,” I repeated. “Please. Give me more.Oh God, oh God.”

He fucked me harder and deeper, right through my orgasm. His strokes were long and short, fast and slow. Deep and shallow. I screamed his name as he continued to ride me mercilessly, extending my orgasm until I thought I’d die from the immense pleasure.

Both of our bodies were sweat-drenched, his cock driving brutally into me.

“Fuck,” he growled, plunged into me with a last punishing thrust and finished inside me with a shudder and his face buried into the crook of my neck.

Our heavy breaths filled the silence, his mouth skimming the crook of his neck. He reached above my head, then loosened the ropes and brought my wrists to his mouth. His lips showered the red marks.