Page 19 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

My hands hungrily touched him everywhere, wanting to feel all of him. I leaned my forehead against his shoulder, closing my eyes, this intense feeling rising inside me was the only thing I focused on. My breathing hitched, the pleasure just within my grasp.

“Oh, God. Yes,” my voice was raspy and needy. “Please, Sergei. I need more.”

His finger slid inside me and a loud moan left my lips. My legs tightened the grip around him, as I held on to him for dear life, rubbing myself against him, his finger sliding in and out of me.

“Look at me, solnce,” he groaned against my neck, nibbling at my sensitive skin. I was lost to him, to his expert touch. Nobody and nothing mattered but him.

In a daze, I lifted my head and our gazes met. There was such dark desire in his eyes, it was invigorating. His mouth took mine into a possessive kiss, and I gave it all. I wanted to give him everything I had. He pushed a second finger, powering into me, and I clenched at his fingers inside me. I never knew a pleasure so intense was possible.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Sergei,” the words escaped me on a scream. He took my mouth, swallowing my screams.

He honed in on that sweet spot with persistence, while his finger inside of me pressed upward. Pleasure ignited, embers burning through my bloodstream.

“God. Yes.” My fingers gripped his thick hair, my body coiled so tightly. He worked me like an instrument, every fiber of me in tune with him.

I tensed, strained, and then I snapped. My back arched and my hips bucked into his touch as the intense pleasure rolled down my body. A cry tore through me. The intense feelings shook me to my core. The pleasure was too much and not enough. As I shuddered in his arms and before I had a chance to come down from my heights, he thrusted inside me, driving hard and deep.

His cock thrusted through my hymen and his mouth caught my gasp. He instantly stilled, confusion in his brown eyes. I held his gaze and the realization hit him. The confusion was replaced by wonderment and something else… reverence?

A shaky breath escaped me, he was all the way inside me and nothing felt so right. I held on tight to him and I knew he had me. He would always have me.

I liked that he didn’t make a fuss but he remained still. “You okay?” He bit my lip, and followed up brushing his tongue over the sting.

“Yes,” I rasped. “Don’t stop now.”

Even with the pain, I wanted him. I was throbbing for him to bring me new pleasures. He started moving, his movements hard and powerful.

“Fuuuuck.” I wasn’t sure if he said it or I did. All my senses were muted with the exception of this extreme pleasure he was giving me.

I bit my lip and hung tight onto his shoulders as he glided in and out, my inner muscles clenching onto him. My eyes fluttered shut. He was the only one that mattered. He was the center of all my senses. Our bodies slick from the sea, we both reached for the heights. With each hard thrust, he brought me closer and closer to another peak. His hands dug into my thighs as he pounded into me, bringing me intense pleasure with each thrust. It felt right having him inside me. He owned my body, knew what I needed better than me.

The orgasm burst through me, and I saw stars behind my eyelids as it flooded all my other senses, and my pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for all he would give me. Sergei followed me over the edge and he grunted his release, both of us shuddering.

His grip lessened but his arms still held me tightly to him. He made me feel so cherished and realization hit me that he was the one for me. He was the one I had been waiting for, the reason I held on to my virginity till now. His mouth took my lips into a gentle kiss and my heart shattered with the knowledge I’d have to lose him. Sergei was my other half I had been searching for. All those words my mother spoke, they finally made sense.

It was fast and hard falling in love.

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