Page 15 of Kings of Violence

“Did you clean yourself up?” I ask her. I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I want to hear it from her.

“N-no,” she gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets.

She whimpers as I drive in farther into her, until I’m completely seated. Her cunt convulses around me, creating the most pleasurable sensation.

Yeah, there’s some things you can only get from chicks. Nothing like the feel of a warm pussy doing what it’s made to do.

I pull out and slam back into her, and she cries out, moving forward just enough that it almost seems like she’s trying to escape me.

I tighten my grip on her hips. “You’re not trying to avoid me, are you,zaya?”

She bows her head so that her forehead is touching the bed, still holding on tight to the sheets. “No,” she says again, but I know better.

“You’re too smart for that,” I chide her. “Remember what you agreed to. Anything we want. Whenever we want…” I lean in and whisper with a laugh, “wherever we want.”

She tenses more at that, and I grin. Yeah, it’s been too long since I’ve fucked around somewhere new and different. It’s like something has been reawakened inside of me now that we have her, something dark and hungry, and I can’t wait to doeverythingto her.

Her cunt is starting to get wet, whether she wants it to or not, and I grunt in approval.

“What a great way to wake up,” I say conversationally. “Nothing like a morning fuck to get rid of morning wood, right?” I pull out entirely and drag my wet cock over her ass and pussy before lining up again.

“I… I wouldn’t know,” she says with a shudder, swallowing hard. “Please, just… I’ll give you a handjob.”

I snort. “Why the fuck would I want a handjob when I have a nice soaked cunt to play with?” I knead her hips, digging my fingersinto her skin so I can leave marks. I can’t wait to leave them all over her gorgeous body.

Konstantin will be jealous.

Yuri…

I don’t know what he’ll think.

The thought gives me pause for a moment because I truly don’t know what my friend will think of us picking up a Winters girl as a whore. Still, she’s worth it for this much, at least, and he’ll get used to the idea.

Eventually.

“Beg for it,” I tell her as I slam into her. “Beg me to come inside you, to fill you up. Tobreedyou.”

“No!” she says with a jerky shake of her head.

The idea, of course, horrifies her—but I laugh. “Do you get to tell me no?” I mock her in a sing-song. “I don’t think so,zaya. So hurry up and beg before I decide to take your disobedience out of your hide.”

“Fuck you,” she says, choking back a pained noise as I fuck into her harder.

“That’s not what I told you to say,” I chide her, slapping her ass hard. “The sooner you beg, the sooner we’re finished. And you want to be finished, don’t you?”

She’s silent for a moment, then she finally swallows hard and whispers raggedly, “Come in me. Fill me up.”

I tsk at her. “You think that’s good enough? Maybe I need to go get your mother?—”

“Breed me!” she cries out, shaking her head. “God, you’re a dick! Come in me, fuck me, breed me, do whatever makes your little black heart happy.”

“Oh,zaya,” I say breathlessly as her words drive me that much closer to climax. Fake or not, I like the sound of them. “I will. I absolutely will. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

When I shoot into her, it’s utter bliss. She’s still so tight — but so very, very wet, too — and that forced plea just went straight to my groin. How could I not come when I have a beautiful woman begging me to breed her?

I wait until I’m completely spent before I pull out, collapsing next to her. She tries to roll away, but I wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my chest. I get one hand on the left breast and start massaging it.

“We aren’t done yet,” I say, although I’m breathing heavily. “What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t help you come, too?”

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