Page 23 of Delicious Prey

“Kirill,” I moan, feeling almost lightheaded.

“I think you can do better than that.” He takes me in his mouth again, running his tongue over my soaked nipple while he grinds against my pussy even harder.

“Oh god!” I scream as the orgasm hits me.

“That’s better,” I hear him growl before giving me another bite, working me through my release with each thrust of his hips.

I feel drunk on pure ecstasy. My pussy clenches with the force of the pleasure, desperate to be filled by his thick length as I soak my panties and shake beneath him. He gives my breast one last suck before lifting up. His stormy grey eyes run over me, and the raw hunger in them sends another rush of pleasure ripping through me. God, that look alone could probably get me off. It’s the look of a man who would tear the whole world down just to get inside me.

His hands run down my body before he slides them under my shirt so he can grip my waist, digging his fingers into my flesh. He brings a thumb to my clit, rubbing me through my pajama bottoms until I’m panting and squirming beneath his touch.

With one hand, he pulls his cock free of his boxer briefs, and when I see him, my mouth drops open. He’s huge. I can’t take my eyes off the thick, long shaft, the line of veins, or the way pre-cum is already coating him. The man is fucking magnificent.

I’m so hypnotized by his dick that it takes me a second to realize he’s snaking a hand down my pants. When his fingers meet my bare pussy, the sound that comes out of me is nothing short of feral. He runs his thumb over my soaking wet clit, and I hiss out a breath.

“Look at me,” he growls, his accent thick and his voice strained.

I meet his eyes, seeing the need and want in them. His whole body is tense, coiled tight and shaking softly with the effort of keeping himself in check. He starts to stroke himself, watching me as he does it.

“Please,” I beg as he swipes his thumb over my swollen clit again. “Please, I need you.”

He gives me a sexy smirk and speeds up his hand, jerking himself off in an almost brutal rhythm while he slides his thumb lower, dipping into my slit. Even though his thumb is way smaller than his dick, it’s still the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me, and the feel of it pulls a throaty moan from deep within me.

“Goddamn,” he groans, sliding his thumb back out to hit my clit again. He keeps up the slow, steady motion until I’m shaking and whimpering and completely lost to the moment. He could ask me to do anything right now, and I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d give him anything he wanted, and I know he sees the truth of it in my eyes.

“Lift your shirt.”

I pull my tank top up without a second thought, exposing my bare breasts to him, loving the sound of his deep groan when he sees me for the first time. I’m small chested, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. There are a lot of emotions running through his eyes right now, but disappointment isn’t one of them.

“Keep your eyes on mine, zaika,” he growls, and I know he’s close. I watch him, unable to look away as he brings us both to the edge. We topple over together, each of us moaning the other’s name. The wet heat of him hits my skin, covering my stomach and breasts as I clench around his thumb, pulling him in deeper as he growls something in Russian.

Slowly the world comes back to me. My heart rate slows down, my ears stop ringing, and my whole body goes limp. With a sigh, he slides his thumb out of me, giving my clit one last soft stroke before bringing his hand to his mouth. He watches me as he licks my release off his skin. When he’s satisfied, he runs his eyes over my body. Dragging his fingers through his seed, he brings them to my lips and raises a brow at me.

I open my mouth for him. He slides in, groaning when I run my tongue between his fingers, lapping up the taste of him. I suck harder as he runs his other hand over my chest, rubbing his seed into my tits and stomach until I’m covered in him.

“Mine,” he growls, tracing his fingers along the faint letters written on my skin.

When he slides out of my mouth, I grab his hand and kiss the palm before bringing it to my cheek. He lowers his body over mine, bracing his forearm next to my head. I can’t resist reaching up to touch him. My fingers graze the dark stubble that now covers his cheeks and jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

He smiles and runs his thumb over my lips. “I think that might just be the orgasms talking.”

“I bet you’ve been with a lot of women,” I blurt out, surprised by how much the idea bothers me. When he doesn’t confirm or deny, I ask, “Were any of them serious? Have you ever been married?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing even remotely serious, and the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry is you.”

“Why didn’t you fuck me?”

He raises a dark brow at me.

“I begged,” I add, feeling like an idiot.

His lips quirk up a tiny bit before he says, “You call that begging? You have so much to learn, zaika.”

He laughs again at the confused look I give him, because I really feel like I most definitely begged. Bringing his face closer, his lips barely brush mine as he whispers, “I’ll fuck you when you’re so desperate for my cock that you’ll do anything to get it. I’ll know when you reach that point, little bunny.”

“I kinda feel like I was there a few minutes ago,” I whisper back.

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