Page 97 of Brutal Reign
PAVEL
Feeling Hope convulsearound my cock is the most addictive thing in the world. Her tight little cunt grips me like a vise, milking me with every spasm of her climax. I have to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from emptying myself inside her.
This is what I’ve been starving for. Not just any woman—her. Hope. The addiction I’ve been feeding with fantasies for five years. The only woman who has ever made me lose control.
And right now, I’m hanging on by a thread. Every pulse of her orgasm pushes me closer to the edge I’ve been fighting since the moment she walked into this shower. Every instinct I have roars for me to pump her full of my cum and mark her as mine in the most primal way possible.
But I told her I’d pull out, and even if it kills me, I’ll do it.
This time.
“Hope,” I manage through gritted teeth. “I’m about to explode.”
She’s still panting, her eyes glazed. I pull out of her slowly, letting her feet touch the floor, resting her back against the tilefor balance. I wrap my fist around myself, ready to stroke out my release onto her skin, when she sinks to her knees.
The sight nearly stops my heart. Hope, naked and flushed, kneeling before me. Water runs down her hair and over her bare shoulders as she looks up through damp, clinging lashes. I’ve never seen anything more devastating in my life.
“I want to taste you,” she says, her voice husky. Her tongue flicks out to trace the head of my cock, and I hiss out a sharp breath, holding myself back from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth the way I want to.
I’ve already used her hard. She took everything I gave her without breaking, and she’s still here, offering me more.
My knuckles go white against the slick tile. I’m so on edge that the wet heat of her mouth could finish me in seconds.
I groan, my fingers tangling in her wet locks, and give in to the pull of her mouth. “Just like that. So perfect.”
Nothing—no fantasy, no memory—compares to the reality of Hope on her knees in front of me. Her beautiful plump lips are stretched around my dick, and the raw suction of her mouth feels like a claim all its own. Water beads along the curve of her cheek as I slip my fingers into her hair, urging her closer.
“Come on, angel moy,” I rasp. “Show me how much you can take.”
She swirls her tongue over the head before sliding down again. Her jaw flexes, throat working, and I can feel every small tremor as she tries to take me deeper. My hips make the decision for her, pressing forward until she gags around me. Her eyes squeeze shut, but I don’t let her hide from me.
“Eyes on me.”
She breathes hard through her nose, water and spit slicking her chin. I could watch this forever.
When I ease back, a line of saliva stretches from her lips to the tip, breaking only when she leans in to take me again. I can’tstop staring; every second of it feeds something deep, dark, and primitive in me.
My thumb brushes her cheek. “You’re getting wet while you suck me, aren’t you?”
She moans, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. When her eyes, brimming with tears, flick up to meet mine, the feeling of pure possession rolls through me.
Mine.
“I’m going to come hard,” I warn her, my grip tightening on her hair. “And you’re going to swallow every last drop, aren’t you?”
She gives a small, breathless nod, and that silent yes detonates the control I’ve been clinging to.
My orgasm hits hard, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I empty myself down her throat, and she swallows it, her throat working around me, proving how much she wants this.
All I can do after is slump back against the shower wall, breathing hard, watching the water run down her body in rivulets. She looks thoroughly fucked and absolutely beautiful.
When I can finally see straight again, I haul her up against me and kiss her, pouring every ounce of possession into the contact. The taste of myself on her tongue is intoxicating, proof that she’s mine in every way that matters. She melts against me, arms twining around my neck as if she never wants to let go.
Good. That’s my intention.
I turn off the water and reach for a towel to dry her off. I work my way down her body with deliberate care. When I reach her hips, I drop to my knees, drying her thighs and calves, before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on her pussy, breathing in her scent.
“Did I hurt you?”
