Page 122 of Unhinged

"Say it again," he growls.

"I missed you, Matvei."

"Beg for my cock."

"I want you inside me. I want you to fill me. I want you to make me come." My voice is shaky, trembling—I want him so badly.

Break me. Ruin me. Put me all back together again. Make me whole.

Then the blessed relief of the sound of his zipper. His hot cock at my entrance. I whimper in need, unashamed, holding my breath. A gasp of relief as he pushes in.

He slams into me hard, and I take him. He stretches me, fills me. My need climbs higher and higher. His mouth is at my ear, his body pressing down on mine, skin to skin. I feel his heartbeat against my back, and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.

He whispers filthy, sweet nothings in my ear. "You’re so fucking wet. Give me that cunt. Give me that dirty little cunt. I wanna fill you. I want you dripping with my cum. I want you to know this is you and me. This is me making you have my baby."

I whimper, my body arching, opening for him, my nails digging into the wood beneath me.

"Is this what you wanted? Did you want my cock?"

"Yes," I breathe out.

He pulls almost all the way out of me.

I sob with need. “Matvei!”

I want him in me so badly.

Then he slides back in slowly, stretching me, filling me. I’m so full, and my pussy clenches around his cock. It feels so right, pressed up against the desk, and my ass is on fire. My pussy clenches as he slams in and out, the rhythm and tempo of his thrusts harder than ever before.

As if, somehow, he’s trying to brand me. To make me never forget him.

As if ramping this up—pushing deeper, fucking me harder—will make me his forever.

It’s wrong and primal, and I’m so fucking here for it.

My orgasm takes me by surprise with its intensity. I cry out.

"Are you coming without permission?" he says in a deadly voice.

I couldn't stop myself now if I tried. My words tumble over each other.

"Please. Please, can I come?"

"Come, my sweet little witch. Come on my dick. Take me. All of me," he growls in my ear.

I start to come, and then, his hand, tangled in my hair, finds the back of my neck.

He squeezes, and I cry out.

His thumb circles my throbbing clit, and I come so hard I scream. I’m blinded, breathless, as he pulses inside me.

In that moment, when we're unraveling together, pleasure consuming us, a little part of me thinks—I love you.

He’s ruined me for any other. He’s my one and only.

I slump against the desk, boneless. We breathe in the quiet for long minutes. He gently tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses the side of my temple. I melt.

I sigh when he slides out of me. He turns me and picks me up. His hot cum trails down my thighs, and I don’t care. I’m a dirty mess, but I’m happy.

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