Page 82 of Volatile

“Fucking made for me.”

I hold his thighs for stability and swallow around him to keep breathing. But he blocks it and thrusts into my mouth as his fingers tighten so my nose is pressed against his groin. My choked gags make him slow down, but he doesn’t pull out fully, he drags me back so he can see the tears escaping my lashes. The playfulness is still there mixing with the crazy bastard he hides as he follows the tear streaks with his muddy thumb. Awe wraps around his vocal chords and everything in me melts as he says, “You’re so beautiful, even when other people try to dirty you.”

He studies me; his dick is in my mouth, but he searches my eyes and whatever he sees causes his hands to loosen on my hair. It gives me enough room to pull back and I attempt to run again as I refill my lungs. My throat burns and I don’t even make it to my feet when he flattens over me and pushes me onto my back. He grabs my wrists as I attempt to slap out at him and presses his knee against my inner thigh to pin the limb in place. He doesn’t give me his full weight as he pushes my legs apart and pushes back inside me without the use of his hands.

My arms are pulled taut, outstretched at my sides, and I dig my fingers into the ground as he fully buries his dick inside me. My back bows as he grinds into me with a wish.

“If only the lips on your face opened up for me in the same way.”

A smile lifts my lips that does not belong in this situation, and I manage to choke out, “That set is better.”

He becomes more violent, his eyes darkening and his jaw tensing as he leans over me, so we’re nose to nose to bite out, “No.”

The air is knocked out of my lungs as he pulls out only to thrust back into me so hard it has me on the edge of release.

“I’ll prove myself to you.”

He needs to shut up.

“Fucking jump through any hoops.”

He’s building me up and tearing down my defenses as he fucks me harder.

“Tell me something real.”

My frustration rises at the lack of acceptance. All Vitali has to do is literally take what’s in front of him instead of always chasing my voice. I don’t stay silent as I plant my feet and buck my hips.

“Fuck. Off.”

His thrusts are more purposeful as he lets one of my hands go to push his palm against my stomach and grits, “I’m giving you another ring.”

I press my fingers to his jaw, trying to get the words away from me, but he makes it worse.

“Gonna fuck a few of our beautiful babies into you, fully claim you as mine.”

I clench around him as my eyes roll to the back of my head and my heels make holds in the dirt from the force of my body trying to hold on.

“You like that, don’t you?”

It’s my turn to use my teeth and I latch onto his earlobe as I beg him to shut the fuck up.

“No.”

But he doesn’t, because he’s Vitali and he gently knocks his jaw into my cheek as he threads his fingers through my hair.

“I can feel you soaking my dick, how tightly you’re gripping me, begging for my cum.”

I let his earlobe go before it gets ripped off and he rests his forehead on mine as he presses more of his weight into me. He doesn’t look away from my eyes as he asks, “Is that what you want?”

I shake my head and my voice lowers as he angles his hips.

“No.”

It’s breathless and weak, making him smile and drill into the spot that has my body contorting.

“You need me to breed this pretty pussy.”

It’s not a question but I thrash and slap out, trying to push his face away.

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