Page 65 of Russian Roulette
“You’re so fucking wet and hot. And goddamntight,” he groans as he slides a finger deep into my pussy.
Dazed, I arch up against him. “Oh my God!” I cry out, squirming against his hand. I’m slowly losing it.
He slides another finger in, and I moan softly, my pussy muscles clenching tight around his fingers. I buck up against his hand as he fingers me hard, driving in and out. Moving his hand slightly, he touches my clit with his thumb.
“Tell me what you want,” he urges. “I’ll make you come over and over until you scream. This?” He strokes my clit harder.
“Yes, oh yes,” I pant as he increases the pressure.
“I’m dying to taste you.” He removes his hand and pushes my thighs wider apart. “To discover if you taste as goddamn delicious as I suspect you will.”
He settles in between my legs, his soft hair touching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The erotic sensation makes me wetter. His tongue replaces his finger, gently biting and licking at my clit. He’s intentionally driving me insane.
I need Seven inside me now, fucking me hard and fast. My desire for him overpowers everything, blacking out every other conscious thought. He understands what I need even when I can’t spell it out.
I tug him upwards and reach for his belt buckle. Quickly, I pull the belt loose and then tug on his zipper. In a flash, he removes his clothes and tosses them on the floor. He stretches back over my body while gazing at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Part of me believes this is a crazy dream. It must be because it can’t be real.
I slide my hands slowly over his broad shoulders and along the hardened muscles of his back. The need to explore and touch him everywhere is overwhelming. His back, his muscular biceps, the tight tautness of his ass.
Damn…how delicious this man’s body feels beneath my hands. I reach between us to touch his hard cock. He groans deeply and strains into my palm. I circle his cock firmly and stroke him down to his balls. He’s thick, long and hard as steel. My only thought is how amazing it will be for him to be inside me, stretching me wide. His cock hardens and lengthens in my hand until he’s throbbing. I stroke faster, wanting him to experience the same desperate need as mine.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, his lips trailing along my collarbone. We’re both breathing fast. “It’s not too late to back out. If you want this, I need to hear you say the words. Say it.”
“I want you,” I tell him without hesitation, staring into the deep pools of his eyes. “Deep inside me. Now.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.” He moves at lightning speed, retrieving a condom from the bedside table and donning it. Settling his lower body between my thighs, he tugs my naked hips closer.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he whispers against the side of my mouth. “I’m going to slide my cock into your hot pussy and fuck you now.”
Yes, please.
My fingernails dig into his broad shoulders as he braces his tattooed, muscular arms on either side of me. Breathless with anticipation, I brace myself. He flexes his hips and takes me in one body-splintering power thrust.
“Fuck!” he says hoarsely. A single shudder sweeps through his frame. Every muscle is standing out in his arms and shoulders as he fights to maintain control. Not trusting my voice to tell him what I need, I speak with my body. My legs lock around his sides while my hips move underneath him, urging him on.
“More?” he grunts, his voice almost unrecognizable.
“Oh, yes…”
Seven draws out slightly, then pushes in again hard, stretching me to my limit. I grab his ass with both hands, clenching the firm muscles and pulling him deeper. His pumps come rough and fast.
“God! You’re unbelievable,” he groans. “So fucking tight.”
He leans closer, his bare chest muscles rubbing against my aching breasts. His large biceps are tight and straining. Slowing, he moves in long, powerful strokes, filling me completely and satisfyingly. He draws out inch by tortuous inch before thrusting back inside me at an increasing pace, drawing uncontrollable moans from my lips.
My primal sounds urge him on.
He increases his pace, slamming into me so hard the head of the bed is hitting the wall. Sweat glistens on his forehead. “Come for me,” he urges. “I want to feel your sweet pussy coming around my cock. You’re close, I can tell.”
His dirty talk pushes me over the edge. He thrusts in deeper and harder, not taking his eyes from mine. Knowing that he’s watching my every expression makes it more intense. He covers my mouth with another deep kiss as my orgasm hits, exploding and rippling inside me. I gasp against his mouth as I begin to spasm and contract around his cock.
His thrusts grow choppy, erratic, and then he strains against me, coming powerfully in a rush. “Fuck!” he curses as he climaxes, his face intense and inches from mine. I love that he’s losing control too, with no restraint or limits. Just wild unleashed passion for me. He buries his face in my throat and bites my neck while his body shudders uncontrollably in release.
After a moment, he collapses onto my body and nestles his face into the curve of my neck. His heartbeat races wildly against my chest, the same as my own. We both lie there without speaking, with neither one of us wanting to break the intense connection.
After a few minutes, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back wearing a white bathrobe and holds another out for me to step into. “Come with me,” he says, after helping me into the robe and tying it at my waist. “I want to show you something out on the patio.”
“What are you showing me?” I ask as he slides back the glass door, and we step outside on the chilly balcony.
