Page 34 of Delicious Prey

“Yes,” I whimper, because fuck trying to be coy. I’m dick hungry, and we both know it.

“Beg me, little bunny.”

One more swipe of his finger over my clit has me opening my mouth. “Please fuck me, Kirill,” I say in a breathy rush. “Oh god, please,” I whimper when he slips a finger under the lace of my panties and slowly parts my lips, sliding in deep.

“What do you need?” he taunts while he finger fucks me at an excruciatingly slow pace. My hips rock, meeting the thrusts of his finger as I clench around him, desperate for more.

“You,” I moan. “I need you, Kirill.”

“What part of me?”

He adds in a second finger, and my mind goes blank. It takes me several seconds before I can sputter, “Your cock.” He keeps going until I’m so frustrated I lose my temper. “Fuck, I need your cock inside me right fucking now,” I yell, slamming my hand down on the table hard enough to make the plates jump.

He laughs and pulls his fingers out while I give a pained whimper at the loss of contact. I hear his chair being pushed back before both his hands are on my hips, holding me in place as he presses against me, letting me feel how hard he is. I try to rock against him like a fucking dog in heat, desperate for release, but all he does is take a step back.

“Hands and knees, zaika.”

“Huh?” I manage to say, looking over my shoulder at him.

“Hands and knees, little bunny. Don’t make me ask again.”

His grey eyes meet mine, brow raised and jaw tense. My eyes run down his body, and when I see the outline of his hard length pressing against his jeans, I drop to the ground without a second thought and look up at him. The proud look he gives me probably shouldn’t make me as wet as it does, but there’s no denying how much I enjoy it. I stay on my hands and knees, not knowing what I’m supposed to be doing. The hard floor digs into my knees, but I don’t move. I do look back up at him when he just turns and walks away, though. Before I can ask what the hell is going on, he turns his head to the side, not even bothering to fully turn around.

“Follow me, zaika.”

He walks off without another word, leaving me confused and feeling stupid, but also more turned on than I’ve ever been. Grateful that at least Peanut is outside playing so I won’t have him scampering around me thinking it’s playtime, I start the slow process of crawling behind Kirill. When I leave the dining room, he’s waiting for me, and as soon as I’m next to his legs, he squats down and hooks a finger under my chin, lifting my face up to him while his other hand strokes my hair. I realize it’s like I’m being petted, and I definitely realize that I should probably be offended and pissed about this, but all it does is send a shiver of pleasure straight down my spine until it lands right between my legs. He smiles at the soft moan I give.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, running his hand along the top of head. “Keep crawling, baby. You look sexy as fuck.”

His thumb caresses my cheek and then drifts lower to circle one of my nipples. He cups my bare breast, giving me a squeeze before he stands and starts walking again. I follow him through the kitchen, letting out a sigh of relief when we hit the carpeted stairs. I’m all set to follow him up when he stops by the bottom step. I look up at him, waiting for him to go up. He reaches down and pulls my dress up until my entire lower body is exposed.

“Crawl, little bunny.” His fingers trail along my spine and my bare ass. “Show me what’s about to be mine.”

I give a soft nod and rest my hands on the next step before lifting one knee. It’s a slow process, and as I maneuver the stairs, it’s his soft groans that have me slowing down even more. The sound of his pleasure make me feel wanted and beautiful and sexy. It makes me want to do more, to take my time and really give him a show. When I arch my hips even more, giving him a better view of the lace-covered pussy that’s dripping for him, he lets out a string of Russian in a strained, rough voice. I keep going, teasing him with each slow step, and when I’m almost at the top, he surprises the hell out of me by giving one of my ass cheeks a hard spank. The sharp sting of it has me letting out a surprised yelp as I turn back to look at him. I suck in a quick breath when I see the feral look in his eyes.

He drags his fingers over my stinging cheek before lowering himself down behind me. My fingers dig into the stair I’m clinging to when I feel the wet heat of his tongue run over the skin he just spanked. His teeth nip at me gently, and when he palms my cheeks, spreading them wide, I let out a mewling sound as soon as he pushes my panties aside and licks a line from my clit to my asshole.

“Fuck,” I gasp, barely clinging to my sanity as his tongue rims the one place I thought for sure was off-limits, lighting up every single nerve ending that I’d been completely ignorant about until this very moment. I never thought I’d be into anything anal, but I get it now. I’m a believer, a full-on convert. He gives me one more lick before pulling away, letting my panties fall back into place and then spanking my other cheek hard enough to send a mix of pain and pleasure straight through me.

“Keep going, zaika,” he groans, giving my ass one last kiss before standing back up.

I crawl up the last few stairs and start down the hallway. I’m back on hardwood floors now, but the pain in my knees is worth hearing the heavy sound of his breathing behind me. Once I cross into our room, he walks ahead of me, sitting in one of the leather chairs by the French doors. His thighs are spread, elbows resting on the arms of the chair as he steeples his fingers and watches me with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Crawl to me, little bunny.”

The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like I’m the most important thing in the world to him and like I’m about to be ravaged in the best possible way, especially with the way his grey eyes are locked on my bare breasts and the way they lightly bounce with each step I take.

When I’m right between his legs, he says, “Take out what you want, sweetheart.”

I smile and sit up on my knees, reaching forward to undo his jeans. I make quick work of the button and then slowly unzip his pants, the anticipation making my heart race and my palms sweat. His eyes never leave mine as I reach in and wrap my hand around his thick shaft, carefully pulling him free. He’s covered in pre-cum, and he’s rock-hard, veins standing out, the lines of them easily visible along the length of him. He’s fucking perfect.

“You crawled for me, zaika,” he says, cupping my cheek with one hand. “You got on your hands and knees and crawled for me, so fucking desperate for my cock.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Now you know how I feel about you. I’d do anything for you. I’d do anything to get to you. The hungry need you feel right now, that willingness to do anything as long as it gets me inside you, I’ve felt nothing but that since I first saw you. You are everything to me, and you consume every goddamn part of me.”

His words send a rush of warmth through me, a slow burn that’s about to light me on fire. Leaning forward, he runs his hands down my body, gripping my dress and pulling it slowly off. He tosses it aside, leaving me in nothing but the lingerie he bought.

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