Page 136 of Voracious

“You’re pretty when you’re angry,” she mumbles under her breath.

Never has anyone described me as pretty and it would be laughable coming from any other voice but my sweet hellion.

She shuffles forward, erasing any distance between our bodies and my lips are on hers. Whoever packed a dress in the hospital bag has my thanks because I don’t have to move her off me to get where I want. Vanya moans into my mouth as I massage her ass, grinding her against me. The pads of her fingers trail against the sides of my neck and she goes lower, gripping my t-shirt in her fists to pull it off.

I’m only ever wearing shirts from now on, so I never have to take my lips away from hers. She kisses down my neck with urgency and rushes out, “Don’t torture me today, please.”

So fucking polite. I don’t torture her; I just push her to the brink of total bliss. Stroking over her panties, I can feel her wet for me already and a groan rumbles in my throat.

“You missed me, lisichka?”

Her lips brush my ear as she nods and her voice drips with sex as she asks, “Why do you think I wore a dress?”

She is going to kill me.

My apology is muted with us both reaching for my belt, and it rushes together.

“I won’t last but I’ll make it up to you, krasotka.”

I don’t know who does what, but my dick is out, and I push her panties to the side as she lifts up on her knees. She moansinto me at the feeling of my dick brushing her clit and lightly nips my bottom lip with her teeth.

“Fast is good, no torturing me.”

The first touch is something I’d die for, and she wraps her arm around my shoulders, slowly sinking down as she rests her forehead on mine and stares so deeply into my eyes she must see her name written on my soul.

Moans ring out, filtering through her claim.

“Better every time.”

Fuck. I’ve officially lost control and snap my hips up as I swallow down every sound out of my woman. Every thrust is met with her grinding against me. Fucking me back and wrecking me in the process. When she clenches around me I can’t take it, cupping the back of her head, I band my arm around her lower back, keeping her in place so she can’t take more.

Fucking her with just the tip of my dick doesn’t do shit to stop the urge to come. And she makes it harder to ignore as she moans my name in my ear.

“Dima, more. I want to feel all of you.”

She bounces on me as I drop my hold on her, to grab the front of her dress in my fists.

“Fuck, keep riding me,” I moan. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her tits spring free as I pull her bra down. Nipples pointed, begging for my mouth which I easily obey.

I hold her tits in my hands as I flick her nipple with my tongue and suck it between my teeth as she pushes against my wrist. My beautiful confident woman guides my hand between her legs, but I don’t give her the pressure she wants, I only allow my fingertips to graze her clit as she gets even more worked up. Letting her nipple go with a wet pop, I kiss up her chest and write my name on her neck with my tongue.

My movements are gentler, avoiding the stitches until I pass her jaw and she blindly turns, chasing my lips.

“You want to come, lisichka?”

She doesn’t give me what I want and makes me ask for it.

“Use your words, Vanya.”

Her teeth come out, digging into my bottom lip as she bites out the words in frustration.

“Make. Me. Come. Please.”

I circle her clit with my thumb, rewarding her for doing as she’s told, and her teeth leave my bottom lip.

Her back arches, taking those mesmerizing eyes away and I cup her nape, keeping them in view. I speed up, loving the sight of my woman’s climax. It’s fucking art, everything about the way her body contorts, and her chest shakes is the epitome of beauty. Vanya presses her fingers into my cheek as she tries to stop her climax and grinds down into me, chasing it at the same time.

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