Page 36 of Brutal Promise

His lips are rough when they cover mine. It’s as if I’m feeding a demon inside him that can’t be filled. I want to remain cold and indifferent to thwart his control over me, but my resolve doesn’t last. I submit to him, hating myself for my weakness.

He’s the most virile man I’ve ever known, and I buckle under his warm lips as his tongue explores my mouth. I kiss him back; our tongues fight for control. It manifests the unspoken battle of wills that neither of us wants to lose.

He tugs my jeans off, and I remembered last night and how we fit together perfectly even though he has a porn star-sized cock. I rub my hand over the bulge in his tight jeans, slipping my hand under his balls, where I gently massage him through the denim fabric.

“You keep that up, and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Fuck me.” I’m not sure what’s stronger, my desire to challenge him or for his cock to be inside me.

He mutters something in Russian before lifting me to the counter, ripping my panties off along the way. My ass smacks the cold granite, and he pushes his fingers inside me without warning. I gasp.Goddamn, it feels good. He moves his fingers, touching areas of pleasure. I tilt my pelvis to get more friction. I’m on the brink of climaxing when he pulls them out. When I open my eyes, he’s tugging his shirt off, and then he takes mine off, tossing them on the floor.

“Spread your legs.”

I move my legs as far as they will go and place my hands on the hard surface behind me, bracing myself. He wraps one arm around my waist and slides me to the counter's edge. His fingers thrust into me, going deeper than before, and when he pulls them out, our eyes meet as he places them inside his mouth.

“I could eat you for days,” he murmurs as he licks his fingers with a salacious look on his face.

Then, he drops to his knees and burrows his head in my pussy, and begins sucking. He’s a thirsty man with a talented tongue. He licks around my outer folds slowly and deliberately, like he ate his steak. I ball up my fists, then put one in my mouth to avoid moaning. The pleasure keeps me in limbo, and I yearn for the release I crave.

He works his way up my body, kissing and nipping at me. I grip the counter’s edge, not knowing what he will do to me next as he works up my body. He gently kisses me on the lips. His breath is warm, like a tropical breeze.

My bra falls away with one flick of his wrists, and my well-proportioned breasts tumble into his hands. He bends, squeezing my breasts with one hand, and his lips pull a nipple into his mouth. I hear his zipper and, by his movement, assume his jeans are off.

I arch backward. I need him. I want him to fill me with his huge cock.

His other hand is on my firm butt cheek, pulling me into his pelvis. My head tilts back, urging him to continue the pressure. He plays with my nipples, and they harden under his touch. I push my breasts into his capable hands. Hands that not only kill but hands that know how to deliver pleasure.

He nips at my nipple, and a flicker of pain shoots through my body. My nerve endings react as if they’ve received a jolt of electricity. He’s driving me mad with desire.

“I don’t have any more condoms,” he murmurs.

“I’m on the pill.”

The words leave my mouth no sooner than he firmly squeezes my breast, and I lean into it, pressing harder.

I wilt under him. The raging fire inside of me has been stoked. Now I need him to deliver the remedy to put it out before I incinerate.

His veined cock lays between my legs, the tip against my opening. I want to scream at him for delaying my gratification.

“I want to feel all of you,” he concedes. “And I’m going to fuck you hard. You’ll never look at another man.”

And with that, he plunges into me, my insides part making room for him. He fills me. My muscles tighten around him. He’s so large that I gulp as he reaches places inside me no man has ever touched. I use my arms to support me as he pulls out, preparing for another long thrust he delays on purpose.

“Fuck me,” I beg, breathless and dizzy with desire. All I want is for him to fuck me hard. I need to feel him in me and know he’s committed to me and only me.

He plunges into me again, and my head jerks under the force of it.

My wetness squirts on his head. He moans. As I bathe him with my orgasm, my sexual appetite ramps to an all-time high.

His huge cock strokes my clit. I grasp his biceps, digging my nails into his flesh as pleasure engulfs me. He buries himself deeper into me. I’m afraid he’ll split me in half. And when I don’t think I can take any more pleasure, he holds my ass steady with two hands, and with one last thrust, I shatter like a million stars.

He moans and shudders against me, his fingers digging into my ass. He groans again, and I wonder if he came twice. His hands relax when his body is satiated, but he still holds me.

I’m a goner. I’m addicted to him, to his cock, to him taking control.

“Time for a bath,” he says in a gruff voice.

I know better than to argue. With his cock still inside me, he carries me to his bedroom. I grip his shoulders for support and allow him to carry me because my legs are weak. My arms are spent. I never knew I could become so exhausted after sex. We pass through the bedroom and enter a spacious bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub. He sets me down, and I slide off his cock. Wow, it’s still hard.

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