Page 11 of Her Russian Master
“I’ll fuck you hard and deep,” he promised, as if those words were supposed to turn a woman on.Strangely, they did.“I’ll make you come fast.Pinch that clitty until you come all over my cock.”
She slid her tongue underneath his length, lapping him with it as she sucked with her cheeks.
“Lucy, I have a condom,” he rasped.“Let me fuck that pussy.”
The fact that she actually would have no control if he decided to fuck her at that point wasn’t lost on her.She was bound at his feet.He had a gun, not to mention hands that looked like they’d delivered death in a multitude of ways.Nothing would stop him from doing anything he wanted with her, but here he was, pleading.Yes,beggingher to let him fuck her.
She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop and sat back on her heels, looking up.
“Yes?”The excitement in his eyes almost made her smile, but he had her up and spun around before she could even shape her mouth.
On the bed she went, onto her knees with her torso pressed down on the mattress, ass high in the air.It was the most humiliating pose he could have chosen, and yet somehow seemed exactly right.Yuri crawled up behind her.She heard the snap of foil and only a half-second later, the sheathed head of Yuri’s cock parted her lips.
Patience, much?
He rubbed it over her slit, sending spasms of pleasure shivering down her inner thighs.“Can’t wait,” he grunted, and plunged his cock into her tight channel.
She whimpered and he held still, hands gripping her hips, but not moving her.
“Sorry,” he muttered.“I’m too big.You’re so tight.”As promised, he reached around and sought out her clit, still not moving inside her as she adjusted to his size.The moment he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves, she moaned, wriggling, desperate for him to move.
“Ready now,solnishko?”
“Fuck me, Yuri,” she panted.
“Jesus,fuck.”His fingers tightened on her hip and he withdrew and drove in again, all the while tapping her clit with two fingers, almost like he was slapping it.
“You want it hard, baby?”
Didshe want it hard?She wasn’t so sure about that.She had to admit her previous sexual experience hadn’t been that varied or fulfilling.Hard didn’tsoundlike a good thing… but Yuri probably knew how to make hard good.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as he bumped in and out of her, still slapping her clit.She wanted more ofsomething.“Yeah,” she panted.
He abandoned her clit and gripped both her hips, driving in deep.He seemed to know exactly what angle to stroke into her, because the head of his cock was hitting what must be the elusive G-spot that had previously meant nothing to her.
In and out, he pummelled her ass with the slap of his flesh, each time driving her closer to the brink of ecstasy.
She came undone.Her toes curled, thighs spasmed, pussy gushed.She shrieked in alarm as Yuri continued to plunge down into her depths, drawing out her deepest animal self—one she’d never known existed.
“Fuck…” she whispered, about as eloquent as he was now.
“You like it hard, baby?”
“Yeah,” she whimpered, still wanting more, despite the fact that it was already way too much.
“Holy shit, Freddo wasn’t kidding.”The voice from the doorway only came through in a haze and Lucy didn’t care in the slightest that they had an audience.In fact, she welcomed it, some unknown exhibitionist inside her whooped and swung her panties around her finger, loving being the center of the show.
“Getthefuckout,” Yuri growled.
After a whistle and a chuckle, the door clicked shut.
She arched her ass to Yuri, eyes rolling back in her head as he continued to rock her world with each skilled stroke of his cock.
“Who knows how to fuck your pussy, Lucya?”
Oh Jesus, really?Was this some kind of gangster pride thing where she had to say his name while he fucked her?
She tried to ignore him but he changed the motion, adding a swing and sliding her hips up to meet his.Her cry sounded like complete panic.And maybe panichadtaken hold; the loss of control, the sheer desire and need for completion overpowering all other mental or bodily function.
