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CHAPTER 25

ANASTASIA

Song- FEEL, Beneld, BURY

Jesus.Fucking. Christ.

This man.

I’m glad I waited for him. I could lay here for hours and let him eat me out. I’m still buzzed from that. But feeling his enormous dick pressing against my throbbing pussy, I don’t know how much more I can take.

“Fuck me, Miki. Please.” I exaggerate the “please” hoping it will get him to act faster.

“You’re learning. I love it when you beg for my cock.”

My cheeks burn from his praise. I want to be good enough for him. I know I can be. The more time I spend with him, the more that makes me want to stay by his side and in his bed.

His fingers tighten around my throat, and I suck in a breath. It’s still loose enough to inhale. Everything is extreme. Every slight touch sends my heart racing.

I feel the head of his cock push against my entrance, and I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath.

“Baby, breathe. You’ve taken all of me before. I’ll go nice and slow to start. I won’t hurt you.”

He starts kissing along my cheek and I tilt my head to the side, allowing him to work along my jaw and down my neck.

I let out a moan as he slides inside. The pressure he’s putting on my clit distracts away from the slight burn as I adjust to the size of him.

“Fuck,” I pant out.

“Almost there, baby. You’re doing such a good job. Your pussy is taking me just perfectly. God, you’re so tight.” He lets out a groan and his hips slam against mine. I can’t help but scream.

He leans back over me and presses his lips against mine. They’re soft. He tastes like mint and me. That’s sexy as hell.

“I bet any pussy feels tight when you’ve got a dick that fucking huge, Mikhail.”

He chuckles against my lips.

“Don’t make me spank you. My hand is itching to make that fine ass red.”

I swallow hard, and his hand tightens around my neck.

He pulls out slowly and then pushes back inside me. Each time, I get closer to the edge of release. As he ups the pace, he keeps circling my clit and kissing me. Every unfamiliar sensation is consuming every part of me.

The harder he thrusts, his fingers tight around my neck and his lips over mine.

I can’t fucking breathe.

Blood pounds in my ears, all I can focus on is him fucking me, the way he’s grunting in my ear. It’s all too much. I’m ready to explode.

“Color?”

I can’t even reply.

Is he squeezing my throat on purpose? Is it to shut me up or kill me? Because I probably shouldn’t want to come all over his dick while he’s doing it?

But he’d never hurt me, I don’t think…

He releases his grip and stops, keeping his dick inside me.

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