Page 83 of Claimed By Desire

My mouth falls opens in outrage. “Selfish? How dare you.”

“You are a selfish girl, Natalya. Look at the way you touch yourself while I watch.”

I start to protest—I’m definitely not touching myself—but the words die on my lips, because that red light’s still staring, and excitement sizzles in my core.

Not only can he watch me this time, but he can hear me too.

“You say I’m the selfish one, but I think we both know you like this too.” I adjust myself on the couch so I’m facing the camera. I’m wearing a light cropped t-shirt and a pair of loose black satin sweats. Slowly, one hand moves down my body, cupping mybreast slightly. I lay it on a little thick and play it up, but I’m only faking a tiny bit when I let out a soft whimper as I tweak one of my own nipples.

“I only do what I have to. You make me this way, Natalya. If you weren’t such a bad fucking girl and worthy of punishment, I wouldn’t have to watch you all the time.”

A thrill runs down my spine. Watching me all the time? Any normal person would be disturbed by that idea.

But it only drives me wild with excitement.

“If I’m such a bad girl, why aren’t you here punishing me yourself?”

“I’m on my way, but first you need to prove that you deserve my firm hand. Show me what a bad girl does. Tell me a fantasy of yours while you slide a hand down between your legs.”

I’m breathing fast as I slowly obey him. This is crazy, but it’s so fucking hot that I can’t help myself. My core’s pulsing as my fingers slowly glide up and down my pussy over my underwear, and I am absolutely soaking through already.

“Tell me something. Something dark. Something you’ve never admitted to before.”

I lick my lips, chest rising and falling quickly. “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me back home. Somewhere we could get caught. You’d come into my room and I’d pretend to be surprised and pretend to get away, but you’d hold me down and push me down and fuck me from behind. You’d have to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming as you filled me over and over again, fucking me into submission while everyone else is asleep.”

I slip my fingers down below the waistband of my underwear and slide them up and down my wet lips. God, I’m so fucking soaked. I’ve never admitted that little piece of fantasy to anyone before, and now saying it to him, to the guy very much involved in that twisted piece of sexy theater, it’s so revealing but also an insane turn on. I like sharing with him—I like letting him see me for who I really am.

“You are a bad fucking girl, printsessa. You wanted me to defile you in your childhood home while your brothers were sleeping. You really do want to be punished.”

“God, yes,” I moan, sinking my fingers inside of myself. I lift up my thin top with my other hand and tease my breast. I know he’s watching, and I know he likes this.

“Look at you, messy girl. Touching yourself. Thinking about my thick cock between your legs. Do you know how much we’ve given up for this? How wrong it is to want each other? And there you are on my couch, moaning for me, like a dirty fucking girl.”

“Alex,” I whimper, fingers gliding in and out faster. “IF you’re on the way, you better hurry.”

“Hurry? I’m taking my sweet time and watching you touch yourself. You fucking like it too. You love that I might be right outside the door waiting for the right moment to come inside and shove my thick cock in your mouth while you come in your own fingers. You love the thought that I’ve already snuck into the apartment and right as you’re close, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you until your scream my name. Go deep, my darling wife, and tell me how much you love it when your husband makes you nice and messy on his big dick.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, back arching as a series of filthy images flit through my mind. My core’s pulsing wildly and pleasure bursts into my veins as I keep going, faster and deeper, stroking in and out as I moan and gasp his name. “I’m a bad girl, I’m so fucking bad. I need you, Alex.”

The front door bangs open. I yelp and sit up straight in shock as he strides into the room. He stripes off his shirt, throws it aside, and storms over to me like a god striding through a city and smiting all the sinners. I moan as he grabs my hair, pulls my chin back, and buries his mouth on mine.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls and my god, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

My fingers keep going as he takes off his pants. I slide them in and out, soaking wet and slick and making the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard as he watches me. I feel exposed, totally vulnerable, with no possible way to hide from his intense gaze. Finally, as I’m close to coming, he grabs my hair again and slides his cock into my mouth as promised.

“Suck,” he commands. “Moan on my big dick while you make yourself come, you filthy fucking girl, and if you make me nice and wet and you don’t stop, I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

That kills me. I’m thrown over the edge as I suck him like a greedy slut, gliding up and down his shaft, not caring is my spit’s rolling down him. I come on my fingers in an explosion of bliss, my body twitching and aching as my fingers dive in dive before rubbing my soaking wet clit.

Then he’s dragging me into the bedroom. His hands are on my body. He strips off my top and sucks my nipples, yanks downmy pants and palms my ass. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my shoulders, before shoving me down on the bed.

“Don’t be loud, you messy girl,” he says as he presses his dick against my entrance. “If you so much as moan, we’re going to be caught, and you won’t kike the consequences.”

I bite down on the comforter as he fills me from behind. Bliss rips into my core, and he fucks me slow at fist. He puts his fingers in my mouth and I suck them as he fucks me faster, in and out and stretching me wide.

“That’s right, you feel so fucking good. You grip me like you were born to hold onto my big dick. I could fill you to the brim for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. I’ve needed you for so fucking long, and now that you’re mine, I’m going to use you until you’re a moaning puddle of bliss on my fucking floor, begging for more.”

Holy shit, this man’s got amouthon him.

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