Page 44 of Owned By the Russian

“I hope you don’t think we’re finished,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.”

He yanked her forward into a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting the remnants of himself on her lips. It made his cock throb even more painfully than it already was. With one effortless pull, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the room in a few powerful strides. Just as he had promised, they didn’t make it far before he was tossing her onto the bed like a rag doll.

And from the wild gleam in her eyes, he could tell she fucking loved it.

Valentina was desperate, her hands tearing at her clothes with feverish urgency, a frenzy he matched as he yanked his shirt over his head and kicked off his pants. In seconds, they were both bare, chests rising and falling in unison.

The sight of her on the bed stole his breath. She was a goddamned masterpiece bathed in the golden glow of the room, her soft curves glowing, her skin flushed with desire. Her chest heaved, full breasts bouncing slightly as she toyed with her hardened pink nipples, a silent temptation he couldn’t resist.

His eyes drifted lower to the slick heat between her parted thighs, her glistening pussy begging for his touch. His jaw clenched. Fuck, he so badly wanted to taste her?ruin her with his tongue until she was sobbing his name.

Slowly, he crawled over her, his body a shadow above hers, like a predator looming over its prey. Valentina watched him with hooded, desperate eyes, her lips parted, her breath uneven. He claimed her mouth again, deep and all-consuming, devouring her with tongue and teeth, like he wanted to leave a permanent imprint of himself on her tongue.

Breaking away just enough to brush his lips against hers, he murmured, “Touch yourself.”

His voice was low, demanding, dripping with raw hunger. He pulled back slightly, enough to watch every flicker of pleasure on her face.

“I want to see how you fuck yourself to thoughts of me.”

Valentina whimpered, her lashes fluttering as she slid her fingers down the smooth plane of her stomach, her skin burning under Ilya’s burning gaze.

His eyes tracked her every movement, hunger evident in the way he loomed over her, his heavy cock resting against her abdomen, smearing precum across her skin.

She circled her aching clit, slow and deliberate at first, before pressing down harder, her breath hitching as she writhed beneath him. Ilya’s mouth was on her, dragging wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across the swell of her breasts, before his tongue flicked over a hardened nipple. He sucked harshly just as she slid two fingers inside herself, her thighs instinctively squeezing around her wrist as she thrust deep.

A broken moan left her lips, her back arching against the sheets. The slick squelch of her fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy filled the space between them, and Ilya groaned, wrapping a hand around his thick length, stroking himself as he watched her stretch herself open.

“Look at you,” he murmured darkly, thick with desire. “Fucking yourself so well for me. You wish those were my fingers inside you, don’t you? You wish it was my tongue or my cock fucking you so good?”

Valentina gasped, her body tightening in response to his filthy words, pleasure mounting faster than she could control.

“Ilya,” she moaned his name breathlessly, her face pressing into the pillow as she fucked herself harder, her fingers curling inside her dripping heat.

“That’s it, Baby,” he encouraged, his grip tightening around his cock as he watched her come undone. “But those fingers aren’t nearly enough, are they? You need something bigger?something thicker to fill that greedy, leaking pussy.”

The words sent her spiraling, her orgasm crashing over her in hot, pulsing waves.

Ilya barely gave her time to recover before he flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A rough hand pressed down between her shoulder blades, forcing her to arch her back deeper, her ass high in the air.

“Stay just like that,” he commanded, his voice dark and unyielding. He dragged the tip of his cock over her sopping slit, slicking himself even more with her juices.

“You’re mine now, Valentina,” he promised, nudging her open with his head. His grip on her tightened as he rolled his hips, dragging his engorged tip against her slick entrance before sinking in just enough for her to greedily suck him in.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his chest heaving as he pulled back only to press in again, fucking her with just the head, reveling in the way she clenched around him. The teasing was as much torture for him as it was for her, but he wanted to hear her break?wanted to hear her beg.

“Stop?” Valentina’s voice was muffled into the pillow as she rocked back against him, frustration laced in every movement. “Stop fucking teasing and just fuck me already.”

Ilya smirked, his hands kneading the soft swells of her ass. “Beg for it, Valentina,” he murmured, continuing his slow, tormenting thrusts. “Beg for my cock.”

She whimpered, her pride warring with her need, but the ache between her thighs was unbearable. She bit her lip, fingers gripping the sheets in desperation as her last shred of restraint crumbled beneath them.

“Please,” she gasped, voice breathless and raw. “Please, Ilya?fuck me so good. I need you.”

A guttural growl tore from his throat, his control snapping at the sound of her surrender. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, and in one ruthless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

The force pushed her up against the bed, a broken cry spilling from her throat.

“More,” she pleaded, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “I want more.”

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