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Her brow lifted, but she didn’t sass or deny that she would. When I released her chin, she canted forward and dragged her tongue along my length from the base to my tip. She lashed around the glans, before repeating the action. The second time, she opened wide and took me between her lips with her fingers fisted around my root.
“Take more,” I ordered.
She made a soft sound, but followed the command, again watching me through her lashes. I threaded my fingers through her hair to guide her and she sighed, the breath wafting along my wet shaft.
“You like that?” I asked. She nodded then bobbed her head, taking me even farther, little by little, until I felt her throat. Just when I thought she’d stop, that she’d reached her limit, she tilted her head and allowed me deeper.
“Shit! Fuck! Fuck,” I swore. Whether in English or Ukrainian, I didn’t know. She’d taken my brain offline. All there was, was her mouth on me, her lithe body kneeling before me and giving me pleasure. Her pupils were blown wide and I knew she was getting as much pleasure from this as I was.
Over and over, she pulled back then took me deep again, until stars danced before my eyes and my hips were lifting off the seat to meet her.
“Fuck, Brecklyn. You’re perfect. My perfect queen. That’s right, love, take me. Take me like the bad girl you are. My God, you’re perfect.”
Her hand squeezed my base, the other coming up to cup my balls, her naughty fingers stretching out to stroke the sensitive skin behind them.
“Fuck,” I yelled. My head dropped back and my cum erupted from me without warning. Brecklyn kept working me until I sagged back against the wall.
Then she sank back on her heels and wiped her hand over her lips. “That was nice. Let’s do it again.”
We could. I was already growing hard again, but I wanted more. I wanted to be inside her tight pussy when I came again, when I came again and filled her belly with my seed, hopefully making her the mother of the next generation of Kloboucniks.
Chapter 18
Brecklyn
Rather than drag me back to worship his cock again, Valariy lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the shower. After a quick, rough drying off for both of us, he carried me, again, into the bedroom.
Dropping me onto the bed, he pulled me to the edge and spread my legs wide while he knelt.
“You were so good, I think you need a reward,” he growled, barely giving me warning before my legs were over his shoulders and his mouth was on me. He sucked and licked, paying particular attention to my clit.
My fingers buried in his hair while my tension ratcheted hard and quick, my orgasm racing toward me faster than I ever would have expected. Maybe it was the celebration of being alive after the battle or maybe it was that I was already worked up from sucking him off. Whatever it was, he had me screaming in minutes.
I was still flying when he rose up, leaning over me and pushing my legs wide. The broad head of his cock lodged at my opening then he surged forward, plundering my slick folds.
It was no gentle invasion. It was claiming, dominating, commanding. He gave me no choice but to take, but it didn’t matter. I wanted him more than I wanted anything else. In thatmoment, I belonged to him. I’d be his queen, his love, his fuck doll, his slave on my knees. He’d earned it, and I would give it.
It might be our first time, but he fucked my hard, driving me like he owned me. With my past, I should have hated it. I so did not.
“Valariy!” I cried, wrapping my legs around him. He righted us on the bed, pulled my knees away from him, pressing them to the bed.
“Stretch your hands above your head and grab the headboard. Leave them there. Don’t let go,” he grunted, bottoming out hard with his drive and sending pain through me as he hit deeper than was comfortable. And fuck me, a mewl poured from my lips, inviting more. I canted my lips into him while I followed his order and grabbed wooden slats.
Through heavy lidded eyes, I watched him kneel up, his hands gripping my inner thighs hard enough I knew there would be bruises. His thumbs stretched up to torment my clit while he continued fucking me. His gaze dropped to my belly that jumped with each fast drive into me.
“Look how deep I am. You’re made for me to fuck. Oh, yeah, squeeze me with your perfect little cunt.Fuuuuck…”
Reaching up, he pinched one of my nipple and I gasped at the fire that flashed through me when he released it. He repeated it with the other, going back and forth until the tips were cherry red and burning for his mouth.
“Valariy, please…” I begged.
“Please what?” he growled.
I didn’t know. I needed to come and somehow he was managing to keep me on edge with me knowing how.
“Please,Pakhan, please,Pakhan, please,Pakhan,” I changed. “Let me come. Make me come. I’m yours.”
“Maybe I should keep you like this, begging.”
