Page 61 of Volatile

“I like your shower, it’s bigger than mine.”

If I wasn’t already hard my dick would come to life imagining her under the spray. I nearly trip over my own feet as I rush towards her and wrap one arm around her with my hand between her thighs. She moans as I pick her up, and it turns into the most beautiful sound leaving her lips. An excited giggle. Fuck, this woman is going to kill me, and I’ll die happy. I kiss her shoulder and need confirmation of who she wants to be tonight, but my voice comes out strained, knowing I’ll be denying myself alongside her.

“Good girl or my slut?”

Turning the game on me, she drops her weight down when we reach the bathroom and flattens her palms on my chest, slowly moving up until they’re curled around my shoulders as she huskily asks, “Why not both, Vartanov?”

The husky voice should be a sin, but it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever fucking encountered.I’m focused on Stasi rather than getting undressed as I blindly hit the control for the shower. My girl takes care of that for me, and my hands are on every part of her body, the right is jealous of the left and vice versa. She’s fucking perfect, smiling up at me as she slowly peels my boxers down my thighs. She wraps her hand around my length and strokes me from base to tip as I walk us under the spray. She turns into a vixen and drops to her knees. Her hands are worshipping, matching the reverent licks against my sensitive tip as she sucks me into her mouth.

Combing the wet strands out of her face, I angle my body so she’s not getting hit with the spray and I can see my favorite color.

“Eyes on me while you suck me down, Anastasia.”

When she moans around the tip of my dick, I have to clench every muscle so I don’t come. I separate her hair into two so I can hold something other than my release and she hugs my leg, one hand on the outside of my thigh, the other gently making circles on my fucked-up knee. She lets me go with a wet pop and a wide smile.

“Fuck my face, I can’t come, but you will.”

There’s a threat of destruction hidden behind beautifully filthy words.My girl is on her knees, the stone turning them red while she has full control of me. I use the handlebars I’ve created to pull her forward and she opens her mouth with her tongue sticking out. My dick twitches and my tone turns rough, matching my thrusts into her wet mouth as she tries to suck me deeper.

“That’s my girl, you love sucking my dick, don’t you?”

I give her more as she nods around me, and gags mix with the sounds being dulled with the running water.Her hand on my thigh twitches and she rubs her thighs together.

“You soaked for me, sweetness?” She nods.

“Want my dick in that tight cunt?” She moans and pushes her head forward, taking me into her throat.

“Fuck, Stasi, so good for me aren’t you, malysh?”

Her eyes roll back as she swallows around me, and I fuck her face as my control snaps. I’m going to get a mold made of my dick, have her fucking filled with me and her pussy will always be ready for my dick it’s inside her so often.

My words rush together with urgency, needing her on my tongue while I fill her mouth.

“Two fingers, get them nice and fucking wet for me.”

She moans around me and sits up on her knees. The movement has my dick deeper in her throat and we can both feel me pulsing on the verge of release. A shaky hand goes between her thighs, and she rides her fingers before pulling them free and holding them up to me. As soon as I can taste her I can’t hold back and mumble a warning while pulling her closer so she can’t escape.

Threading my fingers through the hair above her nape, I hold her to me as she swallows every last drop. My girl doesn’t let me go; she grabs my thighs, wanting this as much as me if not more. She’s perfection, a literal dream and meets everything inside me. There’s not another half, Stasi is my matching half. Opposite ends of the same thing that you can only see are the same from a distance, but I will never allow an inch of space between us never mind enough for her to escape.

Her nose is touching my skin directly between my hips as I shallowly thrust into her throat and groan, “That’s my fucking girl, take everything I give you.”

TWENTY-ONE

Anastasia

have a vague memory of being excited on my tenth birthday. The type of excitement that made my eyes close while my senses remained alert counting down the seconds until I could get out of bed. It’s the same now with the promise of something a lot better than cake. There’s no light filtering through my eyelids but the sheets rustle and Vitali lets me out of his possessive hold. His arms have been wrapped around me from the moment I couldn’t take it anymore and I was on the verge of tears from him edging me. Sleeping with his hand wrapped around my throat is the most comfort I’ve ever felt, and I miss it as soon as he gently lifts up, pulling the sheets away from my prone form.

Does he know I’m aware of him? Or is he just talking to himself? It’s a 50/50 chance considering he loves the sound of his own voice.

“I should mark your ass as an IOU.”

He holds my hips, pushing my ass back until it’s on the edge of the bed and I’m hiding the smile on my face. Massaging across my ass, he pulls my cheeks apart and groans to himself, “Still soaked for me.”

Vitali spent hours building me up then denying me. The only thing on my mind is him and there’s no memory haunting me.

He strokes his two middle fingers through my slit from behind so gently that I give myself away as I rock my hips. It’s involuntary and we both freeze. I’ve been caught but he plays the part I need him to as he leans over me, softly kisses my shoulder and whispers, “My girl is going to wake up with my dick buried inside this tight cunt.”

I clench as he thrusts two fingers into me with his order while massaging up my back with his other hand.

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