Page 42 of The Russian's Innocent Prey
When I arched beneath him, pulling him deeper, it felt like coming alive. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “You’re so big. So deep.”
“You feel incredible,” he groaned. “So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for me.”
This wasn’t just sex. This was two people who’d been fighting against gravity, finally giving in and letting themselves fall.
“Move,” I demanded. “Please move.”
“Bossy,” he teased, but he pulled back and thrust deep, making us both moan.
“Harder.”
“Like this?” He slammed into me, and I cried out.
“Yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it.” His pace was relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside me. “You feel too good. I could fuck you forever.”
“Then do it,” I challenged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Careful what you wish for.” He grabbed my hips, angling them up, and the new position made me see stars.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Right there, fuck, right there—”
“Here?” He did it again, harder.
“Yes! Don’t you dare stop.”
“Never.” His voice was strained with the effort of holding back. “I could listen to you moan for me all night.”
“Then make me moan louder.”
He did, his hand sliding between us to rub my clit while he fucked me. It was messy and beautiful and terrifying and perfect all at once.
“I’m going to come again,” I warned him, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh fuck, I’m going to—”
“Do it,” he urged. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
I came with a scream, my whole body convulsing around him. The sensation must have pushed him over the edge because he groaned my name and buried himself deep, coming inside me with shuddering thrusts.
“Holy fuck,” he panted against my neck.
“Yeah,” I agreed, still trembling. “Holy fuck.”
We lay there for a moment, both breathing hard, still connected.
“That was—” I started.
“Not nearly enough,” he finished, and I felt him hardening inside me again.
“Already?”
“What can I say?” He rolled us over so I was on top, still impaled on his cock. “You have that effect on me.”
I sat up, taking him even deeper, and we both groaned. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yes, like that.” His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements. “Ride me. Use me however you want.”
I started moving, slow at first, then faster. “You feel so good inside me.”
