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THIRTY-FOUR

Inessa

N o thoughts.

There is nothing inside of my head but Vlad and his beautiful tongue stroking against mine. Cradling his head so I can get more, he swallows my moans and squeezes my tits through my dress. I need more, everything. I lift the hem, knocking his hands away and I hate the moment our connection breaks as I throw the annoying fabric behind me.

We both move at the same time, and he chases everything else away. There are only strong arms and a sinful mouth promising pleasure. His huge, rough hands scrape up my back and undo my bra as I blindly try to get his shirt off. I need to feel his skin on mine, especially his biceps.I just want to bite them once, then feel his back and explore it with my tongue.

It’s taking too long and I’m impatient and needy. I grab the parts I’ve managed to unbutton and pull with strength I didn’t know I possessed. The sound of fabric tearing has me smiling against his lips. He shrugs out of his useless shirt, and I groan at the feeling of his biceps and score my nails down as he flexes. Fucking beautiful asshole.

He’s making me do all the work, but I don’t care as long as his lips stay on mine and I slowly trace his body. There’s something about feeling without sight that has me an even bigger mess. Or maybe it’s because he got me on the brink of release multiple times and never allowed my release that I’d willingly sell him my soul in exchange for his dick. Undoing his belt, I gasp at the feeling of the cool buckle touching my inner thigh.

My head falls back, and Vlad fists my hair so I’m looking up at the ceiling. He kisses a path down my neck as he helps me undo his fly and we both race to get his dick out. I’m trying to put him in while he hesitates, and I beg without saying please.

“Just the tip?”

Air brushes my neck and he lets me have his dick.

His skin is soft, and I use him like a toy, stroking his dick through my slit and circling my clit as I sit up on my knees, lifting higher because he obviously couldn’t have a small dick. Warmth engulfs my nipple. The groan leaving me is full of relief and I sink down, getting more. He lets me go with a wet pop and I grind my hips down as his stubble scrapes along my chest and he does the same to the other side. Cool air brushes against my wet skin as the deep voice makes me clench.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Sucking on my skin, he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive spot, working back up my neck and I circle my hips without taking more when I need it. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

“You’re dripping down my dick, meelaya.”

I taunt him back, not wanting to be the only one lost.

“And you’re throbbing in my pussy.”

The fingers in my hair flex and my head is turned to the icy stare. Looking between my eyes and my mouth, the usual comment comes out filled with pride.

“Such a dirty fucking mouth.”

I can feel how wet I am and slide down another inch as my mouth opens on a silent moan. I’m going to be ruined, my only wish is to pull him with me on my downward spiral into hell laced with pleasure.

I stretch back, holding his knee for support and flatten my palm on his back. I’m fucking drooling. The divots and valleys of muscle have me dropping my hips and my mouth opens, wanting him to let that power out.

“Don’t you want to shut me up?” I taunt.

His jaw tics as I clench my inner muscle and a hand wraps around my throat. He doesn’t cut off my air as he pulls my face closer. Then his brutal lips are against mine. Every order for me to shut my mouth is being pushed into me and the hand on my back is softly stroking down my spine.

Pushing further down, Vlad curls his arm around my lower back and cups my ass, stopping me taking any more. The noise leaving me is pure frustration. I want more and bite his lip, pulling it back until he gives me it. He squeezes the sides of my neck in warning. It doesn’t work and my eyes snap open, full of murder if he tries to deny me again. He should look like an idiot or less threatening with his lip being pulled out, but it doesn’t stop the beautiful bastard ordering, “Let. Go.”

Shaking my head as I keep trying to get more, he slaps my ass, letting me gain a fraction.

“I’ll tie you up for a fucking week and use your cunt until it’s swollen and you’re crying, needing to come.”

Nodding my head because that sounds perfect, he groans and pulls his hips back. My jaw relaxes at the softness coming from the brutal man.

“Don’t make me, moya koroleva.”

He’s never vulnerable, but the openness in his eyes has me softening and I let his lip go. I cup his stubbled cheeks in both hands, and he leans his forehead on mine. The hesitance in his eyes is choking me.

“Go slow, meelaya, I won’t hurt you like this.”

Nothing else is said and I’m cut off from examining my devil as he softly kisses me.

He slowly thrusts up into me without giving me more of his dick until I’m squirming. His touch turns even gentler when I clench around the extra inch, but he doesn’t push all the way in. Flattening his palm on the center of my back, I move across his jaw and relax when his intoxicating smell fills my senses. It’s even more heady when I bury my nose in the crook of his neck, and he holds my hip, giving me a warning.

“Breathe out for me, malysh.”

I push all the air out of my lungs, and he slowly pulls me down at the same time. My ass touches his thighs, causing a moan to get trapped in my throat.

There’s no pain, a dull burning as I stretch around his dick, but no unbearable pain. He kisses a path across my shoulder and grinds me into him.

“Good girl, you finally listened.”

My laugh is air and no sound and the prod against his bicep loses all heat. There’s a thick vein going across it and my tongue pokes out wanting to trace it. There needs to be a way to remain in the comfort of his neck and have that muscle under my lips.

It’s torturing me as the man attached to it slowly does the same, lifting me off his dick until the tip is left in, the asshole comes out.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Rolling my neck on his shoulder, I look up, pouting, hoping he feels bad enough to give in. It doesn’t have the intended impact, and he laughs lightly as he fucks me with just the tip of his dick.

Frustration builds inside me. Now that I’ve had more, I can’t go without and spit out, “If you can’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will.”

I smile into his anger. It doesn’t stay on my face when I’m dropped, and a scream is forced down my throat as he holds his hand over my mouth. Keeping us attached, he stands up and my back hits his desk. The cushioned leather blotter dulls the impact and Vlad angrily pulls my heels off. He throws them across the room. Twin dull thuds hit the wall then the wooden floor. A moan stops my threat being intimidating.

“Don’t throw my things.”

Hard eyes try to pin me in place as he hooks my knees over his elbows, and I smile, feeling powerful. He thrusts into me hard enough to shake his desk and my smile gets wider. Gripping my throat, his angry voice adds to my pleasure.

“Don’t try any give mine away then I fucking won’t.”

I stretch my arms above my head and hold on to the edge of his desk knowing he’s going to rage as I slowly sing-song.

“ My pussy is friendly, unlike you .”

I’m playing chicken with the devil hoping I lose and wood creaks at the force of his thrusts. Holding on to the edge of the desk tighter, it cuts any blood flow into my fingers, but I can’t stop. I want rough Vlad and a beautiful soreness is going to make me remember this. I need his brutality and the bastard pauses, slowing his strokes. He looks between my thighs with a smirk and flicks up to my face. His thumb brushes my bottom lip as he says, “Those lips? Filthy.”

Slowly trailing down my body with his finger, we both follow it, and he lightly slaps the sides of my tits. The angle doesn’t let me see between my thighs and his voice is a deep rumble.

“But those lips? Heavenly.”

My entire body flushes and I’m knocked off balance as he slaps my clit and I scream his name. Making it two letters in, a hand curls around the bottom half of my face and he leans over me.

“No one fucking hears you.”

He peels one of my hands off the edge of the desk and threads his fingers through mine. His warm palm engulfs the back of my other hand and tears spring to my eyes with my climax being dragged longer.

Stars burst on my neck as he presses his lips to my skin, and they fill my vision with the sinister voice in my ear.

“You are mine.”

Shaking my head despite loving the claim, he bites my shoulder.

“Mine to fuck.”

I keep shaking my head when I agree with everything.

“This cunt is mine.”

Burying himself inside me, he grinds his hips into my clit as more tears escape.

“To fill with my cum.”

Moaning into his palm, he fucks me harder, and it feels like the room is moving.The desk shakes and I hold the edge tighter.

He lets go of the back of my hand and holds himself with his palm above my head. My voice sounds weak with the way he’s playing my body.

“I’ll share if your dick is mine.”

I don’t think I can be heard over the wood scraping against the floor or his brutal thrusts, but he nods once.One nod and his fingers squeeze my hand.

Curling his hand around the desk beside mine, he hooks his little finger in mine, and I stretch my neck, latching on to his bicep. The beautiful vein is between my teeth and my body erupts when I finally get to feel it with my tongue. I tighten my fingers around his, cutting off both of our blood circulation and my legs shake as black spots dance in my vision.He teeth dig into the side of my neck, and he alternates between bites and sucking as he continues fucking me in punishing strokes.

It’s an out-of-body experience, I can feel him in me, around me, but I can see it too. My mouth falls open letting go of his arm and it’s replaced with soft lips against mine. Vlad is pulling me into my own body while dragging me away with every thrust. He flexes his shoulders as he holds my legs tighter and the wood scrapes in one long line as he buries himself inside me and fills me with liquid heat.

He grinds into me, forcing a whimper out of my mouth and I climax pathetically without any energy. He doesn’t move back and there’s emotion being passed from his tongue to mine. Letting my hands go, he strokes any part of my body he can reach, and my thighs drop with a thud without his arms supporting them.

“Little bit longer, meelaya, you feel too good,” he whispers into my mouth as I clench around him.

I’m fucked at the soft declaration and hug his shoulders not wanting him to leave. My lips are tingling, a good burn from use and I stroke across his broad back.

There’s not only lust in my blood, making my fingers pick up on all the scars littering his body. I don’t make it more than two inches without meeting another one. Stroking around his ribs is the same, and it doesn’t change when I reach his chest and abs. I can’t stop my tongue from moving when he moves his lips to my cheek.

“What have you survived?”

His smile is slow, and he fills my vision with the closest thing to sadness in his blue eyes.

“Everything that should have killed me.”

The cryptic answers are usually said with a stupid smirk, this is deeper, and emotion chokes me.

He cups my face with both hands and presses the tip of his nose against mine. His thumbs gently stroke my cheeks, and he gives me an insight to what made him.

“Little deaths are the countdown until a mortal one.”

Wrapping my arms around the monster, I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, refusing to let go.

Whatever the fuck he’s lived through turned him into this and if this monstrous man thinks it’s bad, I know there’s no one else who would survive it.