Page 75 of Voracious

She’s my perfect dream and holds her breath, without realizing, forcing her climax back as I massage her tits and watch those unique eyes sparkle, but my beauty tries to run away from pleasure. Her muscles twitch around my head, feet planted against my back as she searches for purchase.

I let her go when she’s right on the edge of release and lay on my back before gently lifting her so she’s covering my chest. My sweetheart limply lifts her head, searching for me as her legs drop open and I seal our lips together. Swallowing her moans is like ecstasy to my system and I circle her entrance without pushing my fingers in.

“I want you to come for me like this, the first time, okay, malyshka?” She nods against me and relaxes as I slowly push two fingers into her.

Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and I brush her hair out of her face, careful only to use my palm as she rocks back.

“Good girl, fuck yourself on my fingers, then we’ll see if you still think aliens are better than me.”

Ana doesn’t come violently as she keeps the same slow pace, it’s soft and she tenses, her eyes are even more alive as the lighter swirls of blue mix together and she bites into my chest. I hold her head in place and groan, “That’s my woman, mark me, lisichka.”

Her hand pushes against my jaw as I speed up my fingers and pull more from her and softly kiss her crown.

“Keep going, and you’ll stay on my planet.”

It turns more forceful, nearly pushing me away, but the ache in my jaw will be a reminder of this moment. My dick twitches at the feeling of her cum against my fingers, brushing against her clit, and she lets out a whimper as she falls against me. Her eyes are huge and watery as she begs, “Dima, too much.”

Her fingers delicately trace my features as she breathes life into me and kisses my chest. I’ve already given her the test results when she wasn’t consumed with lust, but I still ask, “Will you let me feel your tight pussy squeeze my dick raw, lisichka?”

Her lips turn more urgent, and she finds energy as she lifts up, slamming her lips over mine and moaning into me.When she nods against me, I switch my fingers with my dick. She’s sowarm and tight, threatening to rob me of the little senses I have left and I’m only an inch inside her. I cup the back of her head so she can’t break our connection and hold her ass in my other hand, stopping her hips from pushing down. My hellion doesn’t stop trying and bites my lip.

Grabbing her nape, I pull her back so she can’t do it again.

“Do not move, you’re going to come on my dick.” My tone is commanding, and I soften it, adding, “Get it ready so that sleeve fits on easily.”

Her soft question has me tensing, holding back my release. “Are you going to come in me?”

There’s no hesitance, it’s desire wrapping itself around the words.What she couldn’t do physically, Ana does verbally, and I flip her on her back, burying myself inside her. Wrapping my hand around her neck, the smug little hellion smirks up at me and my voice is rough from all my control being sent into my hips.

“I’m going to fill you up, get started on the little army of hellions that will take over our house.”

Giving myself relief, I allow three slow, hard strokes before leaving paradise and sitting up with her across my thighs. It’s not possible for my dick to be in her in this position, that’s the only way I can fucking stop myself.

She whines and throws her head back. “Stop teasing me.”

I position her legs how I need them so her knees are up and lightly tap my fingers off her clit as I tell her the only thing I will ever deny her.

“No. If you close your legs I won’t let you come, keep them open for me.”

She nods and I find the spiky grinder first. Her lips part as I wear it like a ring over my two middle fingers with the soft spikes sticking out from the inside of my palm, then lightly test it on herinner thigh, making sure it’s not painful. My voice is lower as she moans, and I hold her waist tighter, keeping her ear by my lips.

“Are you beautiful, lisichka?”

She hesitates and I increase the pressure as I stay on her thigh.

“Dima, more please.”

I repeat myself, adding an edge to my tone. “Answer me. Are you beautiful?”

There’s silence other than her moans and I move further down, making her groan, “Wrong way.”

I stroke her hair back and the gentle movement doesn’t match the rough tone leaving me.

“You didn’t answer me, you get one more chance or you’ll come once a minute for the next three hours, do you understand?”

Her jaw physically drops, and she looks up at me wide eyed. She slowly blinks, seeing the sincerity on my face and nods once. I have to repeat myself for the third time and I keep stroking her hair back, allowing the gentleness as my voice deepens.

“Are you beautiful, B?”

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