Page 111 of Pretty Little Princess

“Yes!” I moan. “I’m so close.”

I rock my hips more deliberately now, absorbing the intoxicating feel of his hard length sliding in and out, his silky skin setting my nerves on fire. And with every roll of my hips, my clit presses deliciously against his thumb.

“God, I want to fill you with my cum,” he groans, and goosebumps erupt across my flesh.

My breaths start to come in pants at the thought of it. Somehow, thinking of it intentionally makes the act that much more arousing.

“Come inside me, Pyotr,” I beg, and it feels so good and right and deliciously tantalizing to want it.

“I fucking love you,sokrovishche,” he rasps with such urgency that it makes my walls tighten around him.

“I love you,” I whimper, closing the distance to slant my lips over his.

Pyotr moans, his arms wrapping around my body and hugging me close as he hoists his hips in rhythm with my rocking motion.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he groans into my mouth.

I kiss him more desperately now, as my clit starts to throb with my impending orgasm. I’ve been hovering on the brink for an extended period now, the slow pace seeming to build my arousal to impossible heights without allowing me to topple over.

But one word from Pyotr, and I’m confident I’ll fall apart around him. I’m that turned on by the slow, sensual way we’re making love.

I fucking love having Pyotr inside me, but this is on another level entirely. My body buzzes with awareness of him surrounding me, filling me, and consuming me with a passion that takes my breath away. It feels so perfect and right that I never want it to end.

Pyotr’s muscles tighten with the strain to hold on a little longer, to draw out the pleasure, and a tremor ripples through me from the anticipation of coming with him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he rasps, his deep, masculine voice vibrating through me.

And my pussy clenches around him.

“Yes!” I gasp as I hit that moment right at the same time.

Tingling euphoria blasts through me the moment I feel him swell and burst inside me. And my walls grip him tightly, pulling him deeper into my depths. Nipples taut and agonizingly sensitive against his warm chest, I gasp with the intensity of my orgasm.

It overwhelms me like a tidal wave, washing away all conscious thought as I plunge into spine-tingling ecstasy. My clit throbs against Pyotr’s groin. My pussy pulses forcefully, and my hips rock forward until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fucking Christ,” Pyotr groans as we still together.

His breaths wash across my face in warm bursts, and I breathe in time with him, sharing the same air.

“Now that might just be the best sex I’ve ever had,” I state playfully.

Pyotr chuckles, then lifts his head off the pillow to brush a soft kiss across my lips. “I think it might be mine too.”

The admission sends excitement sparking up my spine, and I shiver deliciously.

“Pyotr?” I ask after several moments of silence.

“Hmm?” he hums contentedly.

“What doessokrovishchemean? I keep intending to ask.”

His fingers stroke through my hair, and I let my eyes flutter closed as I wait for his answer.

“It means ‘treasure’ in Russian,” he murmurs.

And my heart aches with the power behind one word. I snuggle closer against his chest, nuzzling his skin as I revel in the fact that he would consider me so special–and has for a long time.

We stay like that for a long time, me straddling Pyotr, his cock filling me even after we’re both done. I’m content to listen to the powerful beat of his heart beneath my ear. I came so close to losing him tonight that the sound is wonderfully reassuring. And Pyotr’s fingers trace soft lines up and down my back as he strokes me lightly.

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