Page 46 of Best Man
They stepped inside, but Sasha didn’t even let Paulina flick on the lights before he made his move. Without any promises holding him back, he pushed Paulina up against the door and conquered her mouth. His dominant kisses told the story—he’d been holding this side of himself backallnight long.
“Where’s the bed?” he growled, pawing at her breasts over her sweater.
“Over there,” she panted, pointing at the little bed through the darkness.
His lips stayed on hers as he turned her around and forced her over to the bed. He pushed her just like he had earlier in the barn, with ease and authority. She’d never had a lover so forceful, but already she realized she’dalwayswanted this: a guy who was sweet and caring on the surface, but rough and dominant in the bedroom. Her pussy, already soaking wet, clenched with anticipation of what he’d do to her.
The back of her knees touched the mattress. Before she could sit, Sasha swiped her cropped sweater over her head. Her tits spilled free, her nipples taut and aching for his touch.
“Perfect fucking tits,” he snarled in his thick accent as he fondled and squeezed and jiggled her boobs. He bent down to ravenously suck on her hard little nipples, going from one to the other as if he couldn’t decide which one he wanted more.
She tugged at his t-shirt. “Takeyoursoff already,” she said, eager to see his bare chest again.
Sasha pulled his shirt overhead and tossed it aside.
“Wow.” Paulina greedily squeezed and clawed and ran her nails over his glorious muscles, just like she’d wanted to do earlier in the barn. “You’re so fucking manly.”
He gave her a small push and she tumbled over backward onto the mattress. He pounced on her a second later, on all fours, and mashed his mouth against hers.
“We can’t tellanyone,” he said, his hand going to her neck. He lightly clamped down on her throat, limiting her air. “Understand?”
A newer, hotter wildfire blazed in Paulina’s belly as their tongues passionately tussled. She gasped, “yes!” encouraging him to takemore, more, more.
Not that he needed any encouragement. With one big hand tight on her throat, the other hand traipsed down her tummy and burrowed under her shorts and panties. He touched his fingers to her folds and a surprised gasp escaped him.
“So wet already?” he teased, his fingers gliding up and down her moist slit.
She nodded. “I’ve been wet all night.”
His eyes narrowed with delight. “Tell me—for who?”
“Foryou, Sasha,” she said. “Who else?”
“Good girl,” he said, and rewarded her with a deep and fiery kiss. “You made me hard all night long, too, you know. These little shorts?” He yanked her short shorts off her hips and down her legs. “I wanted to peel them off of you the moment I saw you,” he said, and impatiently flung them over his shoulder.
“Why didn’t you?” she teased.
He chuckled. “You are so fucking bad.”
“We’rebothbad.”
He tugged her panties off next. “Oh, wow. Look. You soaked them.”
He was right. She’d soaked the crotch of her panties completely through. She was shamefully wet.
“That’s how bad I want you,” she said.
“God,” he growled, and her panties disappeared into his balled up fist. “I can’t take it any longer.”
He dragged Paulina’s bottom to the edge of the bed. He crouched at the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She was completely bare before him, and he began to lean in, his breath warm against her mound.
“But Sasha,” she mewled, “I wanted to suck your dick.”
“Nyet,” he whispered, his head between her thighs. “I want to taste your pretty pussy first.”
There was nothing sexierthan a guywhowantedto go down on her. She relaxed, letting her body melt into the mattress.
Sasha started slow, only giving her the very tip of his tongue as he traced her folds. Slowly, gently, he broadened his tongue and licked higher, lavishing her vulva with short and soft tongue strokes. Her pussy began to blossom open for him, a wetness already dribbling out of her hole and down her inner thighs.
