Page 113 of Born into Chaos

I grip his ankles tighter and look over my shoulder. “This is embarrassing,” I groan.

“Nothing is embarrassing between us, and no part of your body is off limits to me. You’re mine,pcholka,every part of you.”

“And if I hate it?” I ask.

“Then we stop. I don’t think you understand.” Strong hands grip my hips, tilting me so my most intimate parts are on full display for him. He lets out a masculine groan and cups my cheeks, spreading me open so nothing is hidden from view. My fingers tighten around his ankles as I feel the heat of his breath right before I feel his lips kissing a line up my right cheek.

“Even though I’ve never taken this ass, sweetheart, it’s still mine.” His teeth graze my skin in a soft, teasing bite. “And if you decide you hate this, then I’ll stop, but this ass will still be mine. Every part of you is.”

“And you won’t be disappointed?” I can’t help but ask.

“Never.” He nips at my skin again. “Like I said, every part of you already belongs to me.”

“Jesus,” I gasp when he keeps my cheeks spread wide and runs his tongue over my asshole in a long, slow lick.

He gives an amused laugh. “I know you’re worried, but I’m not. You’re going to fucking love this, baby.”

As if on a mission to prove himself right, he licks me again, circlinghis tongue and teasing me in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. His fingers had felt good, damn good, but this? This is earth shattering. He licks and sucks and kisses the delicate, sensitive skin of my ass until I’m moaning his name and rocking my hips while my pussy drips onto his lap. He feels my arousal hit his cock, and he groans in response, sending another shiver through my body as goose bumps pepper my skin.

I moan his name, begging for more. As good as his mouth feels, I want more. I feel empty, painfully empty, and I need him to fill me. I want the spread and the burn and the sensation of it being too much. I needhim.

“More,” I beg, not caring that I sound desperate and ravenous and not at all like a woman who just had an amazing orgasm a few minutes ago. Vitya has that effect on me. The more he gives, the more I want. It’s his fault, really. He makes it feel too good. How could I not want more?

I feel the heat of his breath as he gives a soft laugh. “I love how hungry you always are, baby.” He gives me another lick and then kisses a line along my cheek, nipping softly as he goes. “Reach into the nightstand and get me the bottle of lube.”

“What bottle of lube?”

“The bottle I ordered as soon as we left Dominic’s house,” he says, giving another soft laugh. “Thinking about fucking this sweet ass is what kept me sane while I was stuck there.”

I lean over and open the drawer, grabbing the bottle that’s sitting next to my old sketchpad. When I hand it to him, he rips off the plastic and then pours a generous amount onto his cock before gently pushing me back down again. With my ass in the air, he runs his lubed-up fingers over my back hole, getting me ready for him.

“Sit back up,” he tells me, and when I do, he grips my hips and guides me down until the head of his cock is pressing against my tight hole. “Go as slow as you need to, baby.”

The sensation of him pressing against me is foreign but nice. It feels deliciously naughty and taboo, and I’m surprised by how much I likethat. It doesn’t mean I’m ready to just sit back and impale myself on him, though. I want this, but I’m also still scared of it.

“I need your help,” I tell him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I feel his mouth on my back, kissing and licking a path up my spine. “Relax,pcholka,” he whispers against my skin. “Just relax and let me in.”

Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I try like hell to not clench up when he very gently pulls me down. The head of his cock presses into my ass, and there’s no way my body can resist tightening. He hisses out a breath at the sensation.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groans, sliding me down even more. “You look so fucking good like this. Your tight little ass is spreading so goddamn good for me.”

My breaths are ragged as I dig my fingers into his legs, using him for leverage as my thighs shake and my body works to accommodate his size. He always feels impossibly big, but he feels twice as large in my ass.

“Vitya, I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper. “You’re too goddamn big.”

“But I’m almost halfway in, sweetheart, and look how good you’re doing.”

“Jesus fuck,” I groan, remembering I’d felt the exact same way when he’d taken my virginity. The pain had turned into pleasure then, and I have to trust that this will too. If not, then it can be that crazy thing we tried once and then never do again.

This position may put me in control, but he’s the one guiding me now. He raises me up before slowly sliding back down, fucking me with half his cock while my body relaxes and stretches even more for him. I feel the scales tip, edging me closer to pleasure than the slight burn I’ve been feeling. He notices the difference in me and gives my shoulder a soft bite.

“Ready for more, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I whisper and then add a quick, “Slowly.”

I feel him smile against my shoulder as he gently lowers me downagain. He’s keeping his body still, resisting the urge to slam up into me. Vitya has always taken care of me, and now is no different. He guides me down, easing up when I need him to, until I’m moaning with pleasure, so caught up in the moment that I let out a surprised gasp when my ass hits his pelvis.

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