Page 36 of Night So Silent
Propped on her elbows, she starts rolling her hips, slowly at first, fucking my fingers while I massage her pussy. I’ll do whatever she wants, for as long as she wants, but she’s about to ruin me right now. And, soon, she can’t take it, either.
“Sergei, please,” she gasps. “I need you to fuck me now.”
She sinks down onto the bed, her cheek on the comforter while she looks back at me with her ass in the air. She watches, shoulders rising and falling with labored breaths as I take my cock and sweep it over her slick pussy with a reassuring smile. Her hips rock, trying to draw me in, but part of me loves depriving her. It’ll just make it that much better when I give her what she wants.
When she gives me what I want.
Barrett’s fingertips go white as she clenches the comforter, another moan escaping from behind her teeth. Carefully, I notch my cock in her and slowly rock forward, pulling her hips to me. But not too fast.
“Like that?” I ask gently. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she moans. “You feel so good. I want more.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, only half serious.
“I promise,” she pleads. “I promise. Just do it.”
Carefully, I slide in further, her pussy all but pulling me in. Her jaw drops and her eyes roll the more I stretch her to fit me. With a feral grin, she arches her back, opening wider for me. Finally, I bottom out, eliciting a high-pitched gasp. My chest caves, nearly overcome with the intense pleasure of her clutching around me. Using every ounce of self-control to hold back, I plant one hand next to her head and crouch over her back, her muscles flexing with each roll of my hips.
“You’re being so sweet for me,Printsessa. Does that still feel good?” Because it sure as fuck feels good to me.
How does anyone last more than 10 seconds with her? Lucky for her, my willpower and stamina are unparalleled.
“Sogood,”she breathes, throwing back her hips. “Harder!”
It would seem I don’t have to be overly careful with her, and my satisfaction can’t be overstated. I’m not some careless monster, but I’d rather fuck her into oblivion than worry about destroying her pristine pussy. Holding her firm, I roll sharply, and then do it again. And again. And again. Barrett goes rigid, letting out an airy cry laced with carnal need. The muscles in her back tense and her fingers grip the comforter as her body lurches with each thrust.
“Like this?” I ask, kneading the fleshy curve of her hip.
“Yes,” she groans, “fuck, yes…”
My thighs smack against her ass as I search for her limit, her pussy clutching me with each thrust as if she’ll never let go. She’s killing me, destroying me from the inside out, while I turnherinside out. She feels like paradise, and being able to fuck her with abandon is eroding any longevity I might’ve had.
I cock my head, admiring her marble smooth back that gives way to her voluptuous ass. “Have you had enough? Are you going to come for me now?”
“Yes!” Gasps and whimpers burst from her throat with each thrust as I lay into her. “Oh, my god, yes!”
And she’s enjoying every fucking second of it.
After another minute of impaling her against my bed, I slow my rhythm, smoothly rocking against her. “Should I pull out or fill you up?”
Barrett sucks in a breath. “Don’t stop…please, don’t stop…”
If I’m being honest, carrying on a conversation like this while she’s writhing and moaning beneath me is both exhilarating and highly entertaining.
“Are you sure?” She can’t see me smirking with amusement. “You said something about not wanting children. It seemed important.”
“No…yes…”She starts shaking her head frenetically. “I’m on—I’m on birth control.”
“What kind?”
“What?” she crackles on her breath.
“Don’t make me ask you again, my love.” I’ve also perfected the menacing tone at the most opportune moments.
“An implant,” she gasps. “It’s in my left arm.”
She almost sounds like she’s being tortured during an interrogation. And I guess she’s not totally wrong. I run my hand up her bicep, my index finger gently searching over her satin skin. Part of me is being thorough. The other part is enjoying being the enforcer. It’s kind of fun bringing work home with me.
