Page 125 of Porcelain Lies

She whimpers, back arching as I begin to thrust my fingers, undulating against me like a wild thing. I lean over her, teeth grazing her shoulder as she mewls and moans beneath me.

“God!” she gasps. “Aleksei, don’t—”

I graze my fingertip over her clit, and she cries out, her fingers curling into the bedsheets.

“Takaya golodnaya kiska.” I pinch her nipple, then keep working her with my fingers, thrusting deep while rubbing my thumb over her clit.

“Oh! Oh! Shit!” she chokes out, her body stiffening. And then she goes wild, back arching as she comes, juices coating my fingers.

I give her a moment to catch her breath, then pull my fingers free. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”

She shudders, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes, heavy with lust and defiance, meet mine.

“I hate you,” she hisses.

“I’m not convinced. You come too easily for me.” I lick my fingers, and she looks away.

“It’s… it’s the pregnancy hormones,” she mumbles.

I chuckle at her half-hearted attempt to push me away. “Oh? Is that so?”

She growls, squirming against me, but I have her trapped, my weight holding her down, my knees pinning her in place. With a swift motion, I unfasten my belt, then shove my pants and boxers down to mid-thigh. My cock, hard and heavy, springs free.

She tenses beneath me, a soft gasp escaping as she feels my length. I reach down, gripping my cock and positioning myself at her slick entrance. With a sharp thrust, I slide into her.

She cries out, breathless, her body yielding despite her struggle. I groan at the tightness of her, the heat making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Ty takaya zharkaya,” I groan. I pull out halfway, then thrust back in, relishing the feel of her wet heat. “Take it,zaychik.”

She whimpers, hips moving involuntarily as I begin to piston into her, each hard thrust making her gasp. I spank her ass as I drive into her, each slap of skin on skin blending with the slap of my body against hers.

She mewls, pushing her ass toward me for more. I fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her, one hand grasping her hip possessively while the other proves over her ass between slaps.

“Oh, fuck…” she breathes. “Aleksei…”

“Ty takaya krasivaya, zayka.” I angle myself deeper, kissing her earlobe. “You take my punishment so well.”

“Punish… ment?” Her voice is shaky.

I thrust in deep, making her moan, and then I pull out almost all the way before slamming back in again. “You’ll learn your place, little one. You will.”

I land another sharp slap on her ass, then pull her hair back, baring her throat. “Prosha, scream for me,zayka.”

My mouth finds the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, teeth grazing her skin. She gasps, body bucking wildly as I bite down lightly, sucking a spot just below her ear.

“Tak, tak, zaychik.” I slide my hand down over her mound, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts. “That’s it,kisa. Come for me again.”

“No… No, I…” She sucks in a sharp breath as I vibrate my fingertip faster. “Fuck!” She keens, head thrown back as she shudders and jerks against me.

“Good girl.” I kiss her shoulder, then nip gently, leaving a slight bruise. “So responsive.”

I’m still hard, nowhere close to finishing. Holding her in place with my body, I raise her hips high, getting just the right angle. I don’t give her time to recover, thrusting back into her with a sharp push that makes her cry out.

“Too much?” I grin, thrusting again, and then again. “Voz’mite vse eto.”

“Oh. My. God!” She yells, taking my length like she was made for it. “I… hate you!”

“So, you keep saying. And yet your pussy tells me different.” I laugh, pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back into her wet heat.

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