Page 12 of Volatile

She’s close and she clumsily pulls her lips away as she presses her forehead to my temple, moaning directly into my ear.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

I slouch to get the perfect angle, and my thumbs push against her hips as I grind her against me with a promise. “Never, malyshka.”

There’s no refusal so I take the win and bite into her shoulder, a spot she can cover when I want my marks on her face, so everyone knows she’s mine. But I compromise for her comfort as she tenses, muting those beautiful moans I’ve worked so hard for, and she slowly shatters. Stasi fights her release like she’s afraid of it and I softly kiss across her collarbones as I hum, “Let go for me.”

Her nails score down my neck, making me wince at the thin burns but I’m awestruck as she wraps in on herself and comes with my name on her lips.

“Tali, fuck, Tali.”

I think I moan, who fucking knows when the formidable Anastasia is saying my name. I hate fucking her wrapped, I deserve to feel what I do to her, and she presses a sweet kiss to my lips before shakily sliding off me and going to her knees. She doesn’t need any instructions and removes the condom, replacing it with her mouth. I comb her hair away from her face and hold it at her crown as she rolls her eyes, knowing I’m about to give her my speech.

“Make me come with your mouth only and I’ll give you an hour of no talking.”

The offer is genuine, she always struggles to fully take me, so I know I’m going to win. I’ve underestimated how much she hates conversation as she pushes her hands behind her back and gives me the best head of my fucking life. Spit flows from the sides of her mouth and her eyes are hard in determination as she makes herself choke on me. Wrapping her hair around my fist to slow her down doesn’t work and she pushes her face forward, gagging around me.

I’m thankful for the drugs buying me time as I tense every single muscle in my body to stop from blowing. My body alone is no fucking match for her will as she swallows around me, her cheeks hollowed and those beautiful eyes open and on me. She bobs her head faster, fucking wrecking me and I moan, pathetically. Fuck me. She smiles, she actually fucking smiles, her eyes sparkling, and I’m fucked.

When she hums, I can’t hold back and pull on her hair, trying to keep my calm. It doesn’t help, the vibrations travel up my length and settle into my balls as she sucks my soul out of my body.

Pushing her head down, I groan, “Don’t waste a fucking drop.”

My Stasi nods and strokes up my legs, the hand leading to my fucked up knee is extra gentle, and I widen my thighs knocking it away. She always fucking does this, acts like a cold-hearted bitch but her hand is never malicious on that point on my body.

Dragging her off my dick when it’s too sensitive to cope with her, I pull her up by her hair and turn her, so she’s sitting with her back against my chest. The horror movie is still playing, and I blindly restart it on the opening murderous rampage; my girl is like me, she loves the blood and violence.

Her breath hitches as I grab her throat and push two fingers into her.

“Play with your tits, while I keep your cunt filled.”

She rolls her head on my shoulder and smiles full of mischief before she opens her mouth, sticking her cum-coated tongue out.

Fucking perfection.

The warmth in my tone doesn’t match the degrading words as I slap my palm off her clit.

“My dirty little slut, you love playing with my cum, don’t you?”

Her audible gulp is the only answer I need, and she goes back to pretending to ignore me. It’s an act and her fingers press against my bottom lip as she dims the lights. Sucking them into my mouth, I cover them in my spit and watch the red glow of blood reflect onto her body. Her fingers don’t go to her chest, and she looks at me from the corner of her eyes as she slowly moves lower and moans louder as her fingers go above mine to her clit.

I curl my fingers as I watch her, waiting for a single thought to fall from her beautiful lips that will allow me to see her rather than fuck her. She hardens her eyes between her moans, as always, shutting me out. Pulling her up to sit taller, I dip my head under her arm and flick her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.Her moans get closer together, only one word on her lips that makes me deflate and puff my chest out at the same time.

“Tali.”

It’s soft and gentle, but I’m not the only thing in her fortress of a mind. She doesn’t allow any vulnerability as she rolls her hips, riding my fingers, and she knows I’m about to speak as I let her pretty dark pink nipples go. Her fingers thread through my hair and she bites my bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting. A groan works through me at the feeling of her full on me, surrounded by me, and I have to clench in an attempt to stop myself thrusting up.

Her smirk touches my lips as she pushes her hand between our legs and strokes my dick in time with her fingers on her clit. Her eyes soften for a split second as she rests her forehead on mine before she chases it away with sex when I want more of her.

“Be a good boy and don’t come until you’re in my mouth.”

It physically pains me to do it, but I have to, and I grab her wrist, removing her hand from my dick. I don’t need her to make me come, so I’m lost and unable to think, I want her and it’s my turn to make her weak.

She’s so alive when she comes, there’s no pretense or bullshit façade, so I kiss a path down her neck until I reach her chest and bite into the swell of her tit. Her eyes roll back in her head as she strokes my thigh, purposefully letting her fingers brush my fucked up knee. My eyes are locked on her face as she starts to ride my hand and cups the back of my head, keeping me in place as though I’d let her tit go.

When she comes it’s as though the demons are being exorcised from her body. Her chest rises, her head falls back, and she moans low in her throat. It’s enchanting and my fingers speed up as I trap hers with my palm over her clit. Reminding myself not to speak, I focus on writing everything onto her skin. My teeth scrape against the sides of her tit, and I moan at the feeling of her convulsing. Those beautiful dark haunted eyes open like a gothic castle as she scrapes her nails against my scalp.

She turns softer as she struggles to breathe and rubs my stinging scalp with her palm. Stasi is perfection, but in these moments, I seeherand how lonely she is as she hesitantly kisses me. I wrap my arm around her middle, hugging her to me, giving her a silent promise that I won’t leave her if she just stops being stubborn for once.

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