Page 95 of Beautiful Cruelty

I'm helpless to do anything but surrender to it until he's buried to the hilt. He stretches me beyond what I thought I could take, and still, I want more. I want to scream for him to go harder, faster, to never stop. But each thrust leaves me fighting for breath. Helpless, I squeeze, relishing in the bursts of pleasure rushing through my body at how perfect it feels to have him inside.

It's like I've been waiting for this my entire life, and now that he's here, I never want to let him go.

"You're so tight,zvyozdochka," he breathes, his voice thick with need as he starts to move. "So fucking wet. So fucking perfect. Like you were made for me."

"Yes," I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as he starts to move. "Oh God, yes."

He groans, his hips setting a steady rhythm as he thrusts into me. "That's it,zvyozdochka. Take it all."

I cry out, my body arching to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me! Harder!"

He grips my hips tighter and starts to speed up, his cock spearing into me with relentless force and driving the air out of my lungs with every thrust. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes…" I cry out, half a whimper and half a scream, my body trembling with need. "Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop! Make me take that dick like the cock-hungry whore that I am."

He growls, his hips snapping forward as he pounds into me. Thick fingers interlock with mine, and his powerful inked arms frame me like twin pillars. The sound of sex fills the room. Ragged cries tumble from our lips and twist into an incoherent litany of need and desire. The sound of flesh on flesh echoes off the walls, a perfectly unrestrained counterpoint to the rhythm of the desk shaking beneath us.

My cries tangle with his growls. I'm aware of the wetness leaking from my pussy, coating my thighs, my ass, and the surface of the desk. His skin is hot against mine, and his muscles bunch and flex as he moves within me.

"Who do you belong to?" he whispers with every thrust.

"You!" I cry out, my body shaking and my voice hoarse from our passion

"What are you to me?"

"Your wife." I pant.

"What else?"

I feel the tension building inside me, a sweet ache that demands release, and I know, I know I'm close. So close. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, his hands gripping my hips, his words—oh, those wicked, wicked words—spinning a web of desire around me.

"Your star." I cry. "Your queen."

"What else?" He demands, his motion growing faster and more erratic. His cock is getting harder.

He's close. And so am I.

"Your whore!" I scream.

"That's right,zvyozdochka." His cock is a relentless piston, ravaging me and reshaping me forever with every thrust. "Now be a good girl, look me in the eyes, and come like the filthy whore that you are."

And I do.

I cry out, my body shaking as pleasure overwhelms me like a wave breaking against the rocks. Vadim growls, his lips closing around my mouth to devour my screams and swallow my moans.

And then, with one final ragged cry, he cums inside of me, his strong hands pushing me into the desk as his cock twitches. My screams are muffled against his searing kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. His body crushes against mine, and hot semen floods my cunt and my womb to possess me.

To mark me as his.

No-one has ever done that to me before. So raw, so primal, and so damn good. And as my pussy continue to milk him, I know that no-one will ever do that to me but him.

I feel branded and owned by his cum. The thought of it sends a thrill through my body, and another orgasm races to the surface, trailing in the wake of the first one that's still reverberating through my body.

He drains the air from my lungs as he deepens the kiss. His cock continues to move even as it twitches inside of me. All I can do is whimper helplessly underneath him as the pleasure ripples between us.

Then, and only then, does he break the kiss and both of us pant, gasping for air like we've just run a marathon.

His eyes find me, and he reaches up to caress my face as he slowly retreats from me, leaving me aching with emptiness and a need to be filled again. My heart flutters in my chest. I feel him dripping down silently to the floor but I don't move.

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