Page 77 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

Losing herself, her back arches, sending her head back. “You're so fucking sexy on your knees,malyshka. Whether it's sucking my cock like a good girl, or your ass in the air with my cock fucking you deep. Are you ready for my come? Ready for me to breed you, filling you with seed until it runs out of your cunt? Fuck, yeah. Your cunt clenches so fucking tight when I say it.”

I fuck her hard and fast, she’s so wet my speed keeps her from gripping me. In what feels like seconds she hits her climax with my name on her lips. Nothing in this world sounds better than that. Closing my eyes, I follow her into heaven.

This time I'm able to keep from falling onto her. Barely. I bring her down with me onto my side. “I'm keeping my cock inside you. So my seed doesn't leak out. The better to breed you,malyshka.”

Fuck. Her cunt grips me tight, milking me for my come. Even as she whimpers what might be a no.

“No?” I run my hand from her hip down to where I'm buried inside her. “No, what,malyshka? Your cunt wants my come, wants every last drop.”

I chuckle as her body betrays her mind. Her hips begging for more, moving against me. Cupping a pretty pouting breast, I roll the tight nipple between my fingers, then twist painfully. Her squeal is so cute. “Don't tell me no when your body's begging for more. What did I tell you about being a woman? No saying no when you mean yes. Do you like my cock filling you with come?”

A whimper. “Yes.”

Licking her neck, I hum in approval. “Good girl. Do you want my seed? Do you want me to fill you with come?”

Her sigh is louder than her whisper of, “Yes.”

“If you think it's only about getting you pregnant, you're wrong. It's the cherry on top. I'm not looking forward to what might be months without being able to fuck you,” I admit.

“Then why?” Her voice is low.

“I told you, it's to mark you as mine, to get you as addicted to me and my cock as possible.” Need overcomes me, I bite into the skin of her neck where it meets her shoulder, marking her for everyone to see. It goes straight to her cunt. She squeezes me tight. Fucking hell. I'm hard all over again.

“Are you ready,kotyonok?”

“Ready for what?” She pants. Her breathing shallow.

“For me to fill you up again.” I slip my hand down to where I'm still inside her, finding her clit hot and swollen.

“Yes, please.” She whimpers.

I begin moving inside her. “Such a good girl. Asking for what she wants. I love the wordpleaseon your lips. I'm so proud of you.”

Celia is fucking me, greedy little thing pushing back against me with desperation. Her need, naked, and uninhibited, snaps my control. Grabbing her hips, I fuck deep and fast. In minutes she’s screaming my name as she comes, I let her spasming cunt pull me into my climax.

For far too long. All I can do is lie with her holding her against me. She'd been slipping into sleep. I need to go now or I won't want to. The moment I pull out of her, she moans from the loss. Christ, what she does to me.

“One minute.” I press a kiss into her forehead. In the bathroom, I clean up. I shake my head as I realize I hadn't even completely undressed for her. All I need to do is pull up my pants and fasten them again. I leave my shirt unbuttoned and wet another washcloth for her.

I find her on the edge of sleep. Gently, I open her legs to clean her. Her blush is sweet, going all the way down to her breasts. Damn, I hadn't even given them a kiss. I rectify that. Pressing a firm kiss to her nipples than lightly sucking each one. When I pull away she reaches for me.

“You won't stay at least until I fall asleep?” Her sleepy question is sad.

Giving in, I nod. “Until you fall asleep. Let me toss this.” I hold up the washcloth.

She’s holding the covers up for me. Sliding into bed, I pull her into my arms. Her head is on my chest. A small hand caresses my chest. I cover her hand with mine to keep her from moving. The brat slips out from under it and traces the tattoo on the back of my hand.

“I thought you said once you didn't want your tattoos showing?” She’s curious.

Since it’s not a question she can know the answer to yet, I shut it down. “I changed my mind.” My tone leaving no room for her to continue asking. Reaching out, I flip the switch to turn off the lights.

Celia is still tense in my arms. It was a mistake to stay.

“Milos?” My name is a whisper.

“What?” Why can’t she go to sleep so this night can end with both of us content?

“Are you okay? Your brothers seemed really stressed when they came home today—"

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