Page 64 of Twisted Pact

“Tell me what you want,” I say as I continue stroking him.

“I want you on my cock. Right now.”

“Not specific enough.”

I increase my pace. My other hand cups his balls, and he nearly comes off the chair.

“I want—” He cuts off with a groan when I twist my wrist on the upstroke. “I want to watch you sink onto me. To feel you take every inch and see your face when I fill you.”

“Better.”

I position myself above him, lowering until just the tip breaches me. The stretch makes me gasp. Even after everything we’ve done, he still feels huge.

I sink another inch, but his hands come up to grip my hips, stopping me from going any lower.

Before I can ask what he’s doing, he tells me, “If you want my dick, you’re going to need to tell me whatyouwant. In explicit detail. Every single thing. I need to hear you say it. Step by step. Leave nothing out.”

Heat scalds my face. It’s one thing to show him with my body, but it’s another thing to describe what I want him to do to me.

“I don’t?—”

“Yes, you do. You know what you want. Now tell me.”

I bite my lip and look down at where we’re connected. The tip of his cock has disappeared inside of me. I feel so full.

But he’s not going to move or give me what I need until I ask for it. Until I admit exactly what I want from him.

“Tell me, Mila,” he prompts again, “what do you want me to do to you?”

18

Alexei

Watching Mila struggle to form words might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

She’s hovering above me with just the tip of my cock inside her. Her face is flushed, her pupils are dark with desire, and she’s biting her bottom lip like she’s trying to decide if she can say what she wants.

“I’m waiting,” I tell her.

“This is embarrassing.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

She takes a shaky breath. “I want you to fill me. All the way. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”

“Keep going.”

“I want—” She cuts off and looks away.

I bring my hand to her chin and force her to look at me. “Eyes on me, Zaika. Tell me everything.”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard. Like you did that first night. I want you to make me forget everything except how good you feel.”

I lick my lips and ask, “What else?”

“I want your hands on me. Everywhere. I want you to touch me like I’m yours.”

“Youaremine.”