32. Chapter 32

32

Leonid

T he third fucking mistake?

More like the best goddamn decision I ever made. She’s a wildcat, a fucking temptress, and I’m a goddamn junkie, hooked on her pussy like it’s pure adrenaline.

But it’s not just about fucking her. It’s about how much I want to keep fucking her over and over.

Blyat, she’s fucking insane .

She’s cumming again, her body spasming, her cunt squeezing my fingers like a goddamn vise.

I pull my fingers out, her pussy still pulsating, and I bring my hand to her neck, pressing it against her skin, my fingers curling into a fist. I kiss it, suck it, and bite it, my teeth sinking into her flesh just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Mmm…” Her moan is like music to my ears, the vibrations of her voice traveling through my hand on her neck, down to my cock, which aches with need. The warm water pummels my back, and I know I can’t hold back any longer.

Instead of spinning her around to face the shower wall so I can fuck her so hard from the back, my lips crash against hers, rough, ravenous, devouring her mouth like a starved beast. Our tongues wrestle, a heated battle of lust, our moans and gasps blending into one carnal chorus. We’re fucking with our mouths, my lips dominating hers, her tongue hungrily seeking more of me.

I grind my rock-hard cock against the seam of her pussy and against her clit, my fingers pinching and twisting her hard, sensitive nipples.

I pull her closer, backing her under the hot spray of the shower, her body slick with water and desire.

“Fuck me,” she gasps.

“ Say please, krasotka,” I hiss, leaning in close to her ear, my voice dark and commanding. I tug at her nipple, flicking it with a sadistic glee that makes her cry out. “Say it.”

She gasps, her body writhing with need. “Please, Leonid,” she begs, her voice a desperate plea, “Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please.”

I smirk, my cock pulsing with desire.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, krasotka ,” I growl, the hot water sluicing over my shoulder like a baptism of lust. I turn her and push her against the wall, her hands splayed against the cold tile, her ass arched up and presented to me like a goddamn offering.

“ Yes, ” she moans, pressing her hips back, her wet, swollen pussy glistening with desire. “Please, fuck me. I need you inside me, Leonid.”

I clench my jaw, veins popping in my neck as she begs and writhes for me.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight, krasotka ,” I growl. With one hand gripping her hip, I slide inside her wetness slowly but forcefully.

I bottom out in her tightness, my cock stretching her walls, a low growl rumbling from my chest.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. I grip her hip, my other hand tangling in her hair as I begin to move, my hips a rhythmic piston, pumping into her with a steady force that’s merciless, relentless, and goddamn savage.

She turns, our eyes locking, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. She licks her lips, her chest heaving with each breath, her body taut and tensing around me. I’m lost in the heat of her, in the wetness of her, in the sheer fucking power of this moment.

“Blyat, kotenok,” I growl, my hand slipping below her, my thumb finding her swollen clit. I rub it in slow, maddening circles, my hips hammering into her with relentless precision.

“ Fuuck, yes,” she gasps, her body shuddering, her pussy walls clenching around my cock. But I’m not done with her, not even close. I slow my pace, the thrusts becoming deliberate, measured, each stroke designed to draw out her pleasure, to prolong her ecstasy.

“Not yet,” I whisper, my voice a low, dangerous hum.

Not until I’ve had my fill of you.

“ Harder! ” she demands, her face flushed with heat, her eyes wild with lust.

SMACK! My hand connects with her ass, the sound echoing through the tiny space like a gunshot. Her cheeks bounce, jiggling with the impact, the skin reddening with each slap. She gasps, her face a mask of anger, but before she can react, I thrust into her hard and fast, my cock pounding into her tight, wet heat.

“ Fuck, yes, ” she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I’m riding the edge of ecstasy, my body burning with the effort of holding back, but I’m determined to keep going. I want to feel her, taste her, consume her, but my body has other plans. With a growl of frustration, I pull out, leaving her empty and panting.

She turns, her eyes blazing, her mouth opening to protest, but I silence her with a searing kiss, my tongue tangling with hers.

Her words are hot against my lips, a hiss of protest as our tongues continue to battle. “What the hell?” she demands, her body tensing, her voice strained with frustration. “I was so fucking close!”

I pull back, my gaze intense, my lips curving into a wicked grin. “And that’s exactly why I stopped, kotenok . You’re not allowed to come yet. Not until I say so,” I whisper.

With the shower shut off, the air in the room is thick with steam, droplets of water beading on her glistening skin. She stands before me, a goddess of lust, her hair damp and clinging to her body, her face radiant.

“You look like a goddamn nymph, kotenok,” I rumble, my voice low and hungry. “So fucking beautiful, it hurts.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, that smart-ass smirk playing at her lips. “You… think I’m… beautiful?” She’s still riding the high of orgasms and vodka.

“Blyat, of course I think so,” I growl, tugging her toward the bed. “You’re fucking irresistible, kotenok, and I’m not finished with you yet.”