Page 6 of Endless Love

“Ivan!” She cries out as I thrust into her to the hilt, her nails sinking into my shoulders as I thrust so hard that I push her a little further up on the bed. I slide one arm under her, liftingher a little so that there’s enough room for me to kneel on the mattress between her legs, holding her up on my cock for a moment before I lay her back down, thrusting hard again. I don’t want to slip out of her for even a second. I don’t want to lose the feeling of her wrapped around me. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life, so good that I have to cling to what little bit of self-control I have to keep from coming in her too soon.

“Tell me you’re on birth control,” I growl as I thrust again, hard, moaning as I draw out to the very tip and then push myself back inside, reveling in the hot, velvet feeling of her wet pussy clenching around my bare cock. I don’t know how I’m ever going to stop. I don’t know how I’m going to do what I promised myself I’d do to keep her safe. I don’t know how I’m going to fucking give her up.

“Wh—what?” she gasps, her nails still digging into my shoulders, her hips arching with every thrust to meet mine. There’s no question about her eagerness; as wrung out as she was after those first two orgasms, her body is still responding to mine, meeting me with every rock of my hips against hers. Whether she’d admit it out loud or not, she wants this every bit as much as I do. Including the fact that I’m fucking her without a condom.

“I’m going to come inside of you.” I thrust again, moaning as my hands flex against the bed, my cock throbbing dangerously close to the edge. I want it to last, to keep going, but she feels too good. Too perfect, as if she were made just for me. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold on. “Tell me you’re on birth control, before I fill you up with my cum, Charlotte.”

Her mouth drops open, her eyes so wide that for a moment, I think she’s going to tell me she’s not.I’d stop if she said that. I would.I tell myself that, that I’d pull out, that I wouldn’t come inside of her with no safety net, leave her with another potential problem that I caused. But even as I think it, I don’t know if Icould. Only the tortuous pleasure of feeling her rubbing along the length of my cock has me thrusting at all, when part of me just wants to bury myself as deeply inside of her heat as I can, and stay there.

“Yes,” she manages, her voice a hushed whisper. “I am.”

Her legs wrap around mine, pulling me deeper, an unspoken permission to let me come inside of her, to fill her up. I want to tell her that I’ve never done this with anyone else, that she’s the first woman I’ll ever come inside of like this, the first one to ever have my cum dripping down her thighs after we’re done, but I can’t speak. I’m too close to the edge, her acquiescence pushing me there even faster, the thought of her swollen, pink pussy dripping my cum making my head spin with the need to do just that.

Just a little longer. God, I don’t want it to stop.I rock my hips against hers as I sink into her again, reducing the friction, grinding against her in an effort to get her there a third time. I want to feel her come, to feel her rippling along my length, and then?—

“Oh god, Ivan, I—” Her nails bite into my skin, her voice trailing off into a gasp, a high-pitched sound following it as her hips buck upwards and her mouth opens on a cry. “Keep doing that, please, I’m going to come, oh god, please?—”

I feel her clench around me, hear her moan that turns to a shriek as the orgasm shatters her, and I lose all semblance of control. I’ve felt plenty of women come on my cock, but never likethis, never when there’s nothing between us but skin, andgod,it’s indescribable. I feel my hips jerk, my cock throb, my body take over, and I have a split second to be grateful that she told me itissafe to come inside of her, because there’s no fucking way I could have pulled out.

Not when it feels like this.

Charlotte’s nails rake down my back, stinging hotly as she screams my name, and I feel my cock go stiffer than I ever have in my life, throbbing as I manage one more thrust before the first hot spurts of my cum start to spurt, my balls tight and aching, my entire body rigid as pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known jolts through me.

I said I was going to ruin her for any other man. But she’s ruinedme. Nothing else will compare after this. There’s nothing in the world that could feel as good as this does, and I bury my face in her throat, breathing her in as my cock throbs and jerks inside of her, twitching as the last of my cum spurts into her. “You’remine,” I breathe into her skin, so quietly that I don’t think she hears me, but it’s the truth. She is mine. And even though I can’t keep her, nothing will ever change that.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. I can feel my cock softening inside of her, but I’m still large enough that even soft, I don’t slip out. I want to stay inside of her as long as I can, sweat-slicked and breathing each other’s air, and I don’t want to let her go.

We have a little time before we have to leave, before it is too dangerous to stay here any longer. I ditched my phone, anything that might allow my brothers to easily track us, and made a few purchases on my credit card to confuse them. Airline tickets to the wrong places, a trip on a Greyhound bus going to New York, things like that. It will take them a little while to realize that all of those are dead ends, and by the time they do, we will have already left here. I paid for the room in cash, and there are burner phones in the car for any calls I need to make. I intend to make both Charlotte and I as difficult for them to track as possible.

But they’ll manage, eventually. My father is intelligent and resourceful, and he won’t let me go so easily, especially now that it’s clear I haven’t been dealing truthfully with him all this time.All that matters, though, is that I get Charlotte to safety before they catch up. I’ll lead them on a merry chase after me for the rest of my life if I have to, but I need to be sure that Charlotte is out of their reach.

And I know how to do that.

I feel Charlotte shift underneath me, and I reluctantly move away from her, letting myself slip out of her soft warmth as I roll to one side. A shiver of pleasure runs through me at that last bit of contact between us, and I can’t help but hope that maybe we’ll get to do that at least once more before we get on the road again. That maybe she won’t come to her senses so quickly.

One look at her face tells me that she already is. She looks away from me, biting her lip, and she closes her legs just as I get one glimpse of my cum dripping out of her, pearling white in the slick folds of her pussy. It’s enough to make my cock twitch again, swelling until I’m half-hard, and I have to stop myself from reaching for her and spilling her back onto the bed.

Her gaze flicks down to my cock, and her eyes widen. “Already?” she whispers, and I have to bite back a laugh.

“Charlotte, I could fuck you for the rest of the afternoon, take a nap, and then fuck you all night if that’s what you wanted me to do.” I roll towards her, unable to stop myself from pinning her wrists to the bed as I lean over her, and I feel myself hardening, as if I didn’t just come. “There’s so many fucking things I want to do with you.”

“Like what?” she whispers, her voice small, and I groan, clenching my teeth against the urge to thrust into her right now while I tell her.

“I want to pin you down and tell you to lick my cock clean, so I can slide into you and fuck you until I’m covered in your cum and mine again. I want to fill you up a second time, so that you’re dripping down your thighs while I’m still inside of you.” I shift, pushing her legs apart with my knee as I hover over her,my cock angled between us. I tighten my grip on her wrists, and she moans, making me throb as I lean down.

My shaft is pinned against her clit, wet with both her arousal and mine. I rock my hips, grinding against that oversensitive spot, and Charlotte lets out a gasping moan.

“Tell me to stop.” I rock my hips again. “Tell me to stop, and I won’t make you come a fourth time. Tell me you weren’t thinking when you let me fuck you before. Tell me you didn’t realize until it was too late that I was fucking you raw.” With every sentence, I slide my hips against her, rubbing her clit with the shaft of my cock. “Tell me, and I won’t fuck you and fill you up again after you come on my cock.”

The only sound she makes is another breathless, helpless moan. I pull her hands up, pinning her wrists above her head, and start to grind against her in earnest, rubbing my slick length over her as I feel her hips move and her breathing turn to eager pants. “That’s right, Charlotte,” I growl. “Come for me again. Let me see what a dirty little slut you are. Begging for more of my cum. You want this cock so badly you can’t even tell me to stop after I’ve fucked you once. You want to come again. Greedy girl.”

She’s so close. I can feel her trembling, and I can see the guilt on her face, theknowledgethat she’s doing something she shouldn’t, and it’s turning her on. With every thrust, every wash of pleasure, every orgasm, she knows she should tell me no. That she should tell me to stop.

She knows half the truth now. She knows she’s fucking a criminal. A son of a Bratva patriarch. She might not understand exactly what that means, but she gets enough to know that she shouldn’t let me inside of her. And she’s doing it anyway, so lost to pleasure that she can’t make herself stop.

Just the thought has me dripping pre-cum, slick and hot against her, so turned on that I know it won’t take me long to come inside her a second time.

“Ivan.” She half-sobs my name, writhing under me as her hips arch up greedily. “I—I’m?—”

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