Page 11 of Volatile

Squeezing the sides of my neck, he thrusts up and tilts my head to the side.

“I’d pump you so full of my fucking cum that she’d drown sucking it out.”

I grab his hair to pull him away and seal our lips together, so he shuts the fuck up.

“You talk too much,” I moan against his lips.

He nods, agreeing with me and fucking up into me harder.

My release is so close, but he’s been bearing weight on his injured knee too long, and I reluctantly unwrap my legs from his waist. Dropping to my feet, I pull my dress over my head and hold his nape to stop him talking again. He doesn’t stop me walking him backwards and kicks off his jeans as I tug on his T-shirt. Once he’s free, the stubborn bastard picks me up again and makes it the two steps to the sofa.He collapses, dragging me with him and moans as he bites into my shoulder.

“You make a lot of noise,” I say, breathless, half in awe.

It doesn’t matter how long we do this, or how many times I hear him moaning for me, it’s always a surprise.

Vitali nods, his stubble scraping against my skin as he kisses a path up my neck and his moans are louder as I lift up on my knees and slowly sink down on his dick.

“You love my noises,” he groans. “Fuck, you love knowing you’re in charge, that I’m addicted to your sweet cunt.”

He pushes his palms flat against the top of my thighs, forcing me down so I can’t move. It’s a threat as much as if he were to hold a knife to my throat, this is somehow more dangerous because he softly kisses my cheek and looks into my eyes while his dick is inside me. We don’t do intimacy, or slow fucking, we get what we need and that’s it.

Yet he continues staring at me, his eyes imploring while his lips remain closed. The silence is only broken up by the sounds of a crazed maniac chasing after their prey on the screen behind us and I watch Vitali back, attempting to unnerve him like he is me.

“Fuck me like this,” he whispers, “and hear the prayers you create.”

His lips are soft as he maps my face with equally gentle kisses until there’s no part of my skin left untouched. I can’t run from him because he’s invaded my space, the one place I have in the world to hide, so I curl my fingers around his nape and pull his head away from my jaw to seal my lips over his. The arrogant idiot smiles and I lightly nip the edge of his tongue with my teeth to get him to stop, but he fucking laughs.

“There’s my fucking girl.”

“Not yours,” I shake my head as I fight his hands on my thighs. “Fuck me, Vartanov.”

He leans back, lazily watching me despite the way his eyes heat as he slowly rakes his gaze down my naked body.

“Say you’re mine,” he says slowly. “I’m not a slut who’s giving my dick away to just anyone.”

“Shame, I am.”

I peel his hands off me and watch his eyes darken. The violence he hides behind laughter is slowly rising to the front and I stupidly want more of it to prove he’s just like everyone else while I hate the thought of the happy, puppy-like Vitali disappearing.

He doesn’t stop me or say anything as I slowly ride him, and I’m fueled by the wildness in his eyes. I speed up, dropping my hips down hard enough for the back of my thighs to sting while he clenches his teeth and his fingers flex on my thighs.

THREE

Vitali

Fuck me, she’s perfect. Stasi balances herself holding my good joint as I stretch my leg, so it doesn’t let locked up; her other goes to the edge of the sofa, but she’s more open in her own space. Awe wraps itself around my words as I press my hand flat against her sternum so I can watch her as she rides me.

“You’re working so hard for my dick, my perfect little slut.” Widening my legs for the best view, I stroke up her chest and massage everything but her nipples as she rolls her hips. “One day I’m going to fuck you bare, feel this tight cunt dripping for me.”

Her growl is cute as fuck when she tells me to shut the fuck up but we both know it has her soaked.

She wraps her arms around my neck and rewards me for talking by giving me her lips. My hands automatically go to her ass, slapping and pulling her cheeks apart while she moans into my mouth.

“Fuck, fuuuuucck, Tali, I’m going to come.”

The best part of fucking my girl is both lips opening for me. There’s nothing within reach I can use for lube, so I settle for thrusting up into her as my hand leaves a mark on her perfect ass. When she tightens around me, her head falling back and nails scoring against my shoulder, I push her ass down and grind up into her.I know my girl, physically anyway, and I increase the pressure against her clit.

“Come for me, sweetness,” I beg while I work for her climax like I should. Her moans are fucking perfection as she presses her chest against mine. Her nipples are always sensitive, and she digs her nails into my skin even harder at the friction.

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