Page 32 of Stalk Me

“Come for me,” I growl. “Let me taste all of you.”

Her thighs clamp tight around my head, and her cries fill the gallery as she comes. The sweet pulse of her orgasm against my tongue sends a primal thrill through me. I lap at her slowly, milking every last drop of pleasure from her sensitive body.

Satisfied, I stand, seizing her mouth in another kiss. She sags against me, boneless, her breath coming in short gasps. My hands glide down her back to cup her ass, lifting her against my straining erection.

“I want you,” she whispers against my lips.

“I know,malishka.” The need to claim her has me trembling with restraint. “Soon.”

I slide one hand between us, stroking myself as I nuzzle her throat. “But I’m not finished tasting you yet.”

My fingers find her sensitive core again, slipping inside her with ease. She’s so wet, so ready for me. Her eyes flutter closed as I work her toward another peak, her soft moans of pleasure filling the room.

But something’s missing. I want more.

I want to hear her cry my name. I want to brand myself on her skin so deeply that she can’t ever forget me.

My thumb finds her entrance, joining my fingers. Her eyes snap open, pupils dilated with desire as I stretch her, preparing her for what’s to come.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

She claws at my arms, her breathing harsh. “More, Daddy. Please.”

My thumb brushes that spot inside her, the one that has her crying out. “This what you want,malishka? Do you need Daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes!”

I curl my fingers just right, and she shatters, crying out my name. The sound goes straight to my cock, making me throb with need.

“That’s it,” I growl, pulling her tighter against me. “Come all over Daddy’s hand.”

Her keening wail shatters the last of my restraint.

With a growl, I spin her around, pressing her against the wall. I yank her lace panties down her thighs, bending her forward.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I position myself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I’m buried deep inside her. She’s so tight, hotter than I imagined.

“Nikolai!” She braces herself against the wall, head thrown back. “Oh God, it’s been so long.”

I grab a handful of her hair, angling her head back.

“No one touches what’s mine.” I pull out slowly, then thrust hard, claiming her fully. “Only me,malishka. Only Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy!” She pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts with abandon. “Harder. Take me harder.”

Her words urge me on, the primal need to claim and protect my woman taking over. I grip her hips, slamming into her withall the force of my desire. The smack of our bodies resonates through the gallery, mingling with her cries of pleasure. My control is gone, surrendered to the need to mark her as mine.

“That’s it, baby, take it.” I pull out almost all the way, then thrust deep, hitting that spot that has her crying my name. “This what you needed,malishka? Wanted my cock deep inside you?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” She pushes back, meeting my savage rhythm. “Harder. I can take it.”

She wants to play with fire, and I’m happy to oblige. I lean over her, one hand on the wall beside her head, the other gripping her hip. My breath fans her neck, my lips brushing her ear.

“Such a good girl.” I bite her earlobe, then whisper, “Take Daddy’s cock like the sweet slut you are.”

She whimpers, her walls clenching around me. “I’m your slut, Daddy. Only yours.”

My body responds instantly, my cock swelling within her. I thrust harder, my own release building. Her body is made for me, her heat drawing me in like a siren’s song. I could worship at this altar forever, drowning in her.

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