Page 13 of Claimed By The Russian

My hips thrust into his face and my thighs squeeze against his skull.

“More,” he demands. “Grind your cunt into my face. Give it to me.”

I do as I’m told only to feel the vibrations in my whole body as he snarls, “More!”

It’s more than I can handle and I feel a wave wash over me just before my hips buck wildly and my hands give out.

His hand comes out of nowhere, catching my fall and easing my back and head onto the desk as my body spasms and he drinks from my fountain…every last drop.

“Oh my god. What just happened?” I say as my chest heaves and the ceiling spins. I swear my arms are numb.

“What happened is…you’re mine, or at least that’s just a small preview of you being mine. There’s so much more to come, more than you can handle.”

“I’m ready to try,” I whimper, still completely gassed.

Slowly he straightens his legs and leans in, his cock pressing against my body showing me just how long, thick, and needy he is in the moment.

“Good, because there’s a whole lot more I have to give you.”

My skin is covered in goosebumps and I feel a bead of sweat fall from my forehead and onto the table.

“I’m ready,” I say.

“What do you say then?” he asks, his head moving back as he stares down at me through narrow slits. His eyelids so stressed, so tight, that he looks like a wild cat stalking its victim.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me right now,” I demand.

Without wasting one more second he grabs his zipper and yanks it down, his bulge protruding out through the hole, but it’s not enough. He jerks his belt buckle open and then off. “For later,” he says as the leather and platinum hit the floor.

He shoves his hand inside his underwear and yanks out his massive member. “I’ve been saving this all my life for you and only you.”

His eyes move down to my still exposed pussy. I can feel my slit half covered and half not by my panties. But a second later it’s bare, as his hand darts in, grabs the fabric and yanks it clean down my thighs and off my legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He stares at me. “And I know my tongue cleaned you until you were bone dry.”

“Yes, this is new. This is for you. This is my body welcoming you, inviting you to take me. To stick that in me so we’re connected as one.”

“So it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins,” we say in unison, but there are no smiles or laughs at the synchronized timing of our words. Only hunger, and the promise of forever.

He fists his bulging erection, bringing the crown right to my entrance. “I want to go slow. I want to open you slowly, and give you a chance to adjust, but I know I can’t.”

“Good, because everything about you is so dominant it’s clear that the world needs to adjust to your presence, not the other way around.”

He smirks and I almost lose it.

“Adjust to our presence now,” he corrects me. “Time to get used to it.”

“I’ll never get used to you, to the feelings you give me.”

We hold each other’s gazes for a long moment, knowing this is the final time we’re in this world as individuals. Once he claims me we’re one. There’s no going back.

“I want to tear you to pieces.”

“I know. I want it too.”

I feel myself dripping with need for him as he scissors his cock through my folds, my hips trying to flex up to will him inside me, but he’s too strong, too powerful.

“You ready to become one?”

I nod. “Yes, forever.”

He leans in, his lips stopping a hairsbreadth from mine as his other hand finds the desk, steadying himself.

“Forever starts, right…now!” he says as he pushes inside me in one thrust.

Everything, every part of me changes forever.

I can’t breathe. I see a white light flash in front of my eyes, and as it peels back I see his face. And then his lips touch mine, but I can’t kiss him back.

I’m paralyzed, filled, complete.

“You okay?” he asks, with sincere empathy in his voice.

“Uh huh,” I moan.

“I’m not,” he says.

“What?” I question with anger.

“Because I’m fucking perfect for the first time in my life.”

My worry and anger quickly slide into bliss, but as he slides his cock slowly out of my channel the vacuum that’s created pisses me off like nothing ever has before.

I reach for his hips, trying to pull him back inside me but he’s much, much too strong.

“You want more, my woman?” he growls possessively.

“Always.”

“And always is exactly how often my woman will get what she wants,” he says through gritted teeth, sliding back inside me.

The discomfort slowly melts away, the sensation of him opening my walls, the nerve endings experiencing something completely foreign to them taking over, takes hold.

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