Page 105 of Bound by Love
She held her breath as he pressed the length of his body against hers, his cock between her legs. Whispering in her ear, he murmured, “You are beautiful,radost moya.”
His intense blue eyes were mesmerizing as Rytsar slowly rubbed his hard cock on her pussy, coating it with her juices. She held her breath as he pushed the head of his shaft into her. Rytsar began kissing her deeply, claiming her lips as he claimed her body with his manhood.
Sir lay back against the headboard, watching them—a satisfied look on his face.
Brie had expected Rytsar to play hard and rough with her, but he was gentle. Taking her deep, demanding her body conform to him, but stroking her slowly as he nibbled and kissed her skin.
This unexpected lovemaking left her curious. She smiled, running her fingers over his bald head. “You are sweet for a sadist.”
He chuckled, biting down on her shoulder as he gave her a couple of spirited thrusts. Brie loved his response and purred with delight.
Rytsar went back to his leisurely pace, stroking her G-spot, but not quite taking her to the edge. Instead, he made her climax build upon itself over and over again. His knowledge of her body, and his natural desire to make her suffer, meant that he soon had her body tormented with need.
“Please…” she begged.
“Nyet,” he murmured, biting her again.
He knew what his teeth did to her, and she cried out in painfully delicious frustration.
“This feeling? That is what you do to me,radost moya. You simply being near me makes my cock ache like this for you.”
She shook her head, moaning with passion, both loving and hating having to ride this intense edge.
“Still yourself,” he commanded her.
Brie immediately stopped moving and looked up into his eyes.
“Feel my need for you,” he murmured huskily.
Brie readied herself, longing to feel the strength of his orgasm.
“But do not come yourself,” he added with an evil twinkle in his eye.
He covered her lips with his, plunging his cock into her, rubbing against her G-spot with calculated expertise.
Brie stared into his blue eyes as he pumped his seed into her, her body trembling in excitement and in need for her own release. When he was done, he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
All her nerve endings were twitching, needing to climax.
He propped himself up and stared at her, smiling. “Radost moya…”
“Yes?” she gasped.
“This Russian loves you.”
She whimpered, her pussy still pulsing with need, having nearly come.
He leaned over and whispered the word she’d been desperate to hear. “Da…”
Her orgasm crescendoed, finally reaching the top of the precipice. His lips smashed against hers as every muscle in her body seemed to join in her climax. She was like a woman possessed, shaking uncontrollably as she came.
Brie lay with her head on Sir’s lap, listening to the pleasant drone of puddle jumper as they headed to the island. She was still pleasantly weak from the hours of play on the jet.
“Babygirl.”
She turned to look up at him and said with adoration, “My Master…”
“Did you enjoy your erotic trip?”
