Page 44 of Twisted Fate
I can’t imagine letting any other man talk to me like this and enjoying it.
But every word, growled in his thick Russian accent, sends arousal flooding through me.
I nod, whimpering as he rocks his hand against me.
“I’m already close,” I whisper, and it’s true.
Konstantin knows exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to the edge faster than anyone else ever has.
I whimper as he moves his fingers faster, in those quick strokes and tight circles that make every muscle in my body go tight, and I feel myself clenching around his fingers.
My eyes flutter shut, and he jerks sharply on the fistful of my hair that he’s still holding.
“Eyes on me, volchitsa ,” he growls. “I want you to look into my eyes when you come.”
Does he suspect something? Even in this moment of utter bliss, as I teeter on the edge of an explosive climax, I can’t help but wonder if he’s digging for something, searching for some admission of guilt that would lead him to the truth of who I am.
But when I look into his eyes, I don’t see anything like that. All I see is pure, unbridled lust, the barely-held-back need of a man who wants me beyond description. And it’s the look in his eyes, dark and hungry, that sends me over the edge as much as anything else.
“Konstantin!” My hands fly up out of the water, splashing us both as I grab onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as my hips rock against his hand and I come hard on his fingers.
I grind myself down onto him, crying out his name again as I hold his gaze with my own, the orgasm tearing through me like a wave.
The water laps around us, slapping at our skin as I clench and ripple around his thrusting fingers, until he finally pulls them free and picks me up.
My legs go around his waist without thinking, and he angles his cock to brush against my slick opening, his hips spearing me with one hard thrust that has my head falling back as my arms wind around his neck.
I gasp as his arm goes around my waist, holding me tightly against him as he backs up to the edge of the pool, facing the deck, leaning me back against it as he starts to thrust.
His hand stays wrapped in my hair, forcing me to look at him as he sinks his cock into me again and again, as deeply as he can every time, until I’m gasping and shuddering with pleasure.
He feels so good, long and thick and almost too big, big enough that every hard thrust brings a spark of pain with the endless waves of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Konstantin—” I moan his name, arching my back as I roll my hips against him. “I need to come again, please?—”
“ Fuck ,” he hisses, thrusting hard and holding himself there, his pelvis rocking against me in a way that makes me see stars. “God, you sound so pretty when you beg, volchitsa .”
He rolls his hips against me again. “Beg for me, Sophia. Beg for this cock. Beg for me to make you come.”
I’ve never begged a man for anything in my life. But in that moment, on the brink of another shattering orgasm, my body wound tight and every part of me aching for more , I hear the pleas spilling from my lips.
“Please,” I gasp, bucking against him, desperate for all the friction I can get. “Make me come, Konstantin. Make me come as many times as I can take it. Please, please ?—”
His hand slips between us, into the tight space between our bodies, and his fingers find my clit. “Come on my cock, Sophia. My pretty little wife. Come all over me.”
His head drops then, his mouth finding my nipple as his hand tugs my head back, still tangled in my hair.
My mouth drops open on a cry as I feel his teeth scrape the sensitive peak, his tongue swirling, lips sucking as his other hand works my clit, his hips picking up the relentless pace once more as he fucks me with his thick, hard length.
I feel myself tighten around him as the orgasm hits me, and Konstantin groans, his mouth finding mine again as he thrusts harder, his hips shuddering against me as he sinks into me as deeply as he can.
He holds himself there for a moment, and then, to my surprise, he pulls out, his arm going around my waist.
He flips me over as easily as if I weighed nothing at all, putting me on my knees on the low, raised ledge at the edge of the pool.
He pushes me forward with his hand between my shoulder blades, so that my breasts brush against the rough surface of the deck, his other hand tilting my hips up so that only my knees and thighs are in the water.
The warm breeze feels cool now, over my wet skin. I feel Konstantin moving behind me, shifting so that I feel his cock slide between my folds, gathering the slick wetness there. He slides the blunt head back and forth, and when I feel him angle himself higher, I know what he’s about to do.
“Konstantin—” I breathe his name, half in anticipation, half in fear. He’s too big, I can’t help but think, as I feel the blunt tip of his cock brush against my tight hole, pressing there as he shifts his hips upward.
“You can take it, volchitsa ,” he murmurs, gripping my hip with one hand to steady me.
“You can’t get me pregnant this way,” I joke in a shaky whisper, pressing my lips together as I feel his hips try to push forward. “It won’t work.”
“I know.” His fingers dig into my hip. “I don’t care, dorogoy . I want every part of you. I want every part of this perfect fucking body to take my cock, to come for me while I fuck you in every hole. You’re mine ? —”
His hips snap forward, and I let out a cry as he sinks into me, his swollen tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle as my ass is suddenly full of his cock.
He pushes into me, inch after inch, filling me until I’m sure I can’t take any more.
Not until he’s fully seated inside of me does his hand slide around to stroke my clit, and his hips start to move as he circles the swollen flesh with his fingertips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice raspy with lust as he starts to thrust. “You take my cock so well, volchitsa . You look so beautiful with my cock buried in your ass. You’re going to be even prettier when you come on it, aren’t you, Sophia?
My perfect wife. Take it—” his voice trails off into a rough growl as he thrusts into me again, hips pressing against the full curve of my ass as he starts to fuck me harder.
I gasp, my body awash with sensation. His cock buried in my ass, pain and pleasure arcing out through my body from that point, his fingers rolling over my clit, the scrape of the rough pool deck across my belly and breasts with every thrust. Konstantin groans, and I can feel the pleasure building, feel my body tensing for another climax as I moan and gasp his name, the sensory overload threatening to send me over the edge.
“That’s it, volchitsa , come for me, come with my cock in your ass?—”
It’s those last, filthy words that tip me over completely.
I cry out, arching back as Konstantin buries himself in my ass one last time, hips rocking erratically against me as I grind down onto his fingers, his hand still tangled in my hair as I hear him groan my name.
I feel him come with me, hot spurts of cum filling my ass as I come hard on his fingers, hear him panting for breath as he fucks me through it, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure as we come together.
The water splashes at my legs, cool against my hot skin, as I moan his name one last time and collapse onto the pool deck.
I feel Konstantin ease out of my ass, feel him climb up out of the pool next to me, and then he’s lifting me into his arms, cradling my naked body against his as he carries me toward an elevator at the end of the pool deck.
I curl against him without thinking, exhausted from the flight home, the sex… and everything else. I know it’s wrong in so many different ways to let myself take comfort in this, to let him care for me, but in this moment, I can’t bring myself to resist.
I breathe in his scent, woods and salt and chlorine and sweat, and I let my cheek rest against his chest as the elevator takes us down to his penthouse. I’m dimly aware of him carrying me upstairs, wrapping me in a towel before laying me down on the bed—and then nothing else, for a long time.
I fall asleep in Konstantin’s bed, and for the first time in years, I don’t dream at all.