Page 45 of The Pakhan's Kidnapped Bride

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently as my tongue continues to tease her. Pushing her thighs apart, I thrust my tongue deep inside her and begin to fuck her with my mouth. She lifts her ass off the counter, squatting on her heels as she rocks back and forth with urgency, the pleasure building, her beautiful moans becoming louder.

“I’m close,” she whispers, remembering the rule we made years ago.

I like to have my cock inside her when she comes. I like to feel every twitch and spasm of her body as it pulses over me.

I tug my pants open and free my cock while I continue to dance my tongue over her.

Grabbing my cock in my hand, I stand up and pull her hips towards me.

I thrust a rock-hard, swollen monster into her tight, wet little pussy.

The pleasure is indescribable. Her body presses over my cock, the pressure of it giving such intense relief.

To be inside her again.

To be this close to her.

To claim her.

She screams and tilts her head back. Her pussy is soaking over me, throbbing and pulsing. I start to fuck her, moving in smooth, steady, deep motions, pushing myself harder and harder into her.

“Now,” she gasps again.

“Then open your eyes and look at me,” I command.

She does so as I press my thumb over her clit.

Her pupils dilate, her eyes shining black, then brown, then black again.

Her lips part, and she stops breathing. Wave after wave of her orgasm slams into her, and I continue to fuck her. My cock is in heaven, my body is flooded with ecstasy at the sight of her pleasure.

She takes in a sharp breath as her orgasm ends, and I continue to fuck her.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her body tight against mine, wanting to feel more, everything, to possess every inch of her.

Knotting my hand in her long, wavy curls, I tug her head back and grip her tightly.

The sweet sounds of her moans are right against my ear.

We move together until my legs feel weak.

I lift her off the kitchen counter and pull out. She whimpers in disappointment.

“Kneel on the counter with your back to me,” I demand.

She immediately obeys me, climbing onto the counter, kneeling, facing away from me. She grabs the back of her dress and pulls it up away from her ass.She’s perfect.I trace my fingers down her spine, into the groove of her ass.

The heat of the moment is growing more intense by the second.

“Bow,” I snarl, and she lowers her chest against the counter, her knees spreading and her perfect little ass arching up towards me. I grab her hips and pull her closer to the edge. She squeals when I plunge into her again.

I watch my cock slide into her pussy and slide out again. I watch how her body moves with mine, how her wetness caresses my cock.

I love the sight of her tiny pussy stretching open every time I thrust into her.

I love the sounds she’s making, gasping, moaning, little cries of pleasure.

Anya stretches her hands out in front of herself, clawing at the counter, her body starting to shake.