Page 62 of Volatile

“My perfect slut, sleeping naked because you need me inside you all the fucking time.”

His commentary is helping push me further away from the memories of Borya grunting over me. Even if he’s only doing it to put himself at ease by adding possessiveness to his speech.

He presses his lips to my shoulder again without moving my hair off my face to bring me out of hiding. It’s harder to pretend I’m asleep when he slowly pushes into me. Everything is heightened after being denied a release for hours and feeling him use me. When his hips touch my ass it’s impossible and I grab the sheets in my fists under the pillow. Gentle fingers lift my hair off my neck and stroke across my cheek with an equally soft whisper. “You good, sweetness?”

The little check-in splinters my chest, filling it warmth and a dopey smile pulls at my lips as I nod my head.I’ve never been better, I’m protected and cocooned in Vitali, there’s nothing else that can get in.

I push my ass back, wanting him to be rough now that the façade has been broken. He wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me up until my head rests against his shoulder as he thrusts up, forcing noises out of me as he bites into my neck. “Next time, you’re staying asleep until I fill this pretty pussy.”

I grind my hips back into him and he squeezes the sides of my neck as he grits, “That’s my fucking girl, you love me fucking you.”

He’s making me work for it, the asshole, so I sit up.

My knees are still red with little abrasions from where I refused to move until he got hard again in the shower. We’re both staring at them in pride as I plant my feet beside his knees.

He slaps his fingers against my clit with praised admonishment. “Only good little sluts have scraped knees.”

A whimper leaves me, and I ride him harder as though his mouth is fueling my movements. Gripping my throat tighter, he kisses my neck sweetly while his thrusts meet me with the same urgency.

“Lean forward, let me fill your ass at the same time.”

Fuck. Me. Literally. In every way. Vitali can do what he wants because I’ll never be disappointed.

I drop forward until my chest is touching the sheets and my knees are under me. I can’t move as he holds my arms together at my back. The only thing I can do is clench my inner walls, trying to coax him to do something.

“You going to let me fuck your ass one day?” He slaps my ass, hard. “Take the last thing I have left to claim?” He does the same to the other cheek and I moan, long and low, breaking up my agreement.

A cap clicks and cool liquid moves between my ass cheeks, making me clench. I twist my hands so I can touch him, and he loosens his hold as he pauses his movements. When I grab his thighs he starts massaging the lube across my ass and thrusting into me.

“Tali, fuck me harder,” I moan.

The shallow thrusts are teasing, and we’ve already concluded that portion of the night, he doesn’t need to do it again. A crack lands on the outside of my ass cheek, closer to my hip. His lubed fingers glide across my skin as he wraps my hair around his clean fist.

My head is pulled back until I’m staring at the headboard and the rough authority in his voice has a moan getting trapped in my throat.

“You take what I give you, Anastasia.”

I turn my head as much as I’m able to, as I sweetly beg, “Please, luchik, I want to feel you all day.”

The endearment slips out again, but I don’t try and claw it back, the sun warms people while burning violently just like Vitali.

He tugs on my hair harder until my body is contorted and I’ll need a chiropractor. Then he loses control and fucks me hard.

My hands whip out flat against the headboard, so I don’t fly through it, and my throat goes dry screaming his name.

I’m so close and still holding back, every cell in my body has become accustomed to not getting release and it doesn’t know how to let go.

My knees widen as he drills into me and my legs twitch when he massages my back hole with his thumb.

“One day I’m going to claim this tight little hole, fill every part of you with my cum.”

Why the fuck is he waiting for one day when we’re both naked and in his bed?!

He gently applies more pressure until the tip of his thumb is inside me and I scream louder, “Fuck, more!”

Air blows across my back and my head drops without his fist keeping me up. “Bite the pillow, sweetness, no one hears you but me.”

I’m ruined. Tears burn the backs of my eyes as I scramble for the pillow and sink my teeth into it.

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