Page 38 of The Tsar's Obsession
"Why aren't you fucking naked?" She breathed out and pulled on my belt with rough movements, clawing away to undress me. I obliged, shedding the rest of my clothes and watching her eyes widen as I appeared naked in front of her.
There was a momentary pause as her eyes traveled from my tattoos to my dick and all over. “Jesus Christ.” Her breath hitched, her gaze dragging slowly over me. “You have your dick pierced?” She exhaled, biting her lip, her fingers hovering over my abdomen like she was debating whether to touch me, to touchit—my cock, with a piercing in it. Her voice dropped lower. “Who the fuck are you?”
Ah, yes. She still had no idea who I was exactly. "Have you ever–" but before I could even finish the sentence, Mia shook her head to say no. I moved to take the piercing out, but her fingers wrapped around my wrist, firm and unyielding.
“Wait!”
Fuck, the way she looked at me almost made me bust before I even had a chance to feel her pussy. Like an anaconda, she slithered off the edge of the bed, eating me up with her eyes, like I was the only man she'd ever seen.
"Fuck." Her hands made soft contact with my hips, gently gliding up to my abdomen and toward my cock. "I don't believe that you haven't had sex in four years.”
As if she owned me, her hand clasped around my hard cock, and without waiting, she licked the tip with the piercing in it, her eyes on mine. Ugh, fuck, she was on her knees, butshedominated. Her hot tongue swirled around the tip, but then she pushed my dick down her throat without warning, and then just as fast, she pulled it out. "Is that what you say to get a girl to fuck you?"
No more talking. I pulled away and withdrew the piercing, tossing it onto the discarded clothes on the floor. Within a second, I had already pushed her onto the bed and climbed on, the confidence in her eyes awakening something primal in me.
Our bodies were against each other, hot, soft, destined to be together. But her lips were still out of bounds, creating a rift, never letting her fall head over heels into this. Her hands in mine, my face buried in her neck, my cock found that pussy, and I thrust in, obliterating all my previous sexual experiences into nothing.
"Fuck!" Her angelic voice filled the room.
Fuck, this was too much. My arms wrapped around her torso like vines, settling into her skin, our souls bursting out of our chests. Again. I pushed in again and met her eyes with mine.
Chaos and lust.
This wasn't a fuck. That much was obvious the moment she proposed this. Our bodies were in starvation mode, finallygetting a bite after being deprived for an entire lifetime. Her fingernails left their marks on my back, on my neck, in my palms.
I slipped inside her harder, faster, shamelessly feasting on her energy.
"Fuck, dick can't feel this good," she moaned in delusion, catching my gaze again but promptly looking away. "Fuck me from behind."
So close. Her lips weresoclose, and she fucking wanted it too. She pulled away and flipped onto her stomach, momentarily rendering me blind once more just at the sight.
Fucking hell, her pussy was making me a prisoner. I ran my hands over the swell of her perfect asscheeks, up her back, shoulders, and into her hair, her hips lifting involuntarily to meet mine. I thrust in, slow and controlled, the sound of her moan linking me to her irrevocably, erasing my entire personality.
"Fuck me harder, spank me, pull my hair," she begged, her back pressed against my chest and our hot breaths mixing with each other. "Give me what I want." I loved learning about everything she wanted, butIwanted her mouth. I always got what I wanted, but I was at a complete disadvantage tonight, for the first time ever.
I pressed my lips to her ear; her entire body submitted underneath me while I continued my relentless thrusts inside her, never pausing. "You're asking for husband treatment from a one-night stand, Sunshine. You can't wait to put a ring on me?"
Mia was at war with herself. At my words she escaped and pushed me back against the headboard, climbing onto my lap, slowly taking all of my cock inside her once more. She was just as addicted as I was, and her eyes blazed at my words, her teeth sinking into my shoulder.
"Don't kill my boner with talks of marriage."
God fucking damn her smart mouth. "You're such a fucking liar, brat. I have my dick inside you. I can feel how wet you are just at the thought."
I was ready to beg. We breathed the same air; I could taste the heat of her lips, but she stayed away, like a damn trained assassin.
She rocked her hips on me, her smooth skin rubbing againstme,but she refused to give me a kiss.
One simple fucking kiss.
Love makes a man timid and the woman bolder. I was losing strength by the second. "Just fucking kiss me." This was a plea, and I knew I was losing all control. She was riding my cock, for Christ's sake! Why was she keeping this away from me?
"You're asking for wife treatment from a one-night stand, Sunshine," she taunted.
"I'll propose right now, but I assumed you'd want something a little more traditional than riding my dick until you pass out,” I breathed out, pulling her impossibly close, to drown her in me, in this, inus.
"Ugh, fuck, shut up!" Her voice broke, half command, half surrender. She tried to fight it, but her body had already betrayed her. Her nails sank into my back, her thighs clenching around me as she shattered, her pulse throbbing against mine. And I knew, I fucking knew, she came at the thought of me proposing.
She fuckingcameat the thought of us getting married. I was on top of the world. My whole fucking plan unraveled perfectly: she was fucking in love. Just like me.
