Page 31 of Paved in Hate

“Vitaly,” she moans when I start to rub her in soft circles, feeling her pussy lips clench down on my finger, begging me to fully enter her, but I don’t. I stay on the outside, not dipping into the tight wet heat of her like I’m so desperate to do. I’m not a selfish lover, but I’m not aselflessone either, but for the first time, I don’t give a fuck about my own pleasure. I just want to watch her find hers. I want to see her come undone from my touch.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, speeding my thumb up, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s transforming right before me, claiming a pleasure that’s always been unknown to her, and it’s beautiful to watch. The flush of her skin darkens even more, her pupils are completely blown, and her soft whimpers fill the damn bathroom. It’s not over the top, though. She’s not acting for me, not trying to put on a show that she thinks I want to see. It’s just her—completely on display and vulnerable and sexy as hell.

“Ready,ptichka?” I ask, leaning closer so I can give her bottom lip a soft suck. “Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes.” The word is part gasp and part moan, and when I press harder against her clit, rubbing her in a way that I know she won’t be able to resist, she moans my name and soaks my goddam hand as her hips rock against me and her whole body tenses with her release. I keep my eyes on hers, watching her through the whole damn thing, wanting to memorize every detail of the sight of her coming undone for the first time in her life, coming undone bymyhand.

“That’s right, baby,” I growl, feeling her pussy tighten even more against my finger, her entire body begging me to slip inside. Unable to resist, I slowly slide one finger into her, groaning at how fucking tight she is. Her pussy clamps onto me, sucking me in deeper as she rocks her hips and comes again. Feeling her inner walls spasm around my finger has me gritting my teeth to keep from pulling my dick out and sliding into her. I’m so hard it’s fucking painful, but all I can think about is taking care of her. I don’t want to scare her, and I don’t want to push her too far. This isn’t about me right now. It’s all about her, and I want to see how many times myptichkacan scream for me.

“Vitaly,” she gasps while I slowly finger-fuck her through her orgasm, giving her sensitive clit a small break.

“Something wrong, baby?” I ask when she starts to squirm.

“Too much,” she pants, making me smile.

Ghosting my lips over hers, I whisper, “I think you can give me one more.”

“Fuck,” she moans when I lightly graze my thumb over her clit.

“Just one more,” I tease, twirling my finger inside her as I pump in and out of her tight pussy. “Give me one more.”

“I can’t.” Her fingers clutch at my shoulders as her body starts to shake.

“No? You don’t think so?”

“No,” she breathes out in a whisper.

“Let’s see if I can prove you wrong.”

Her eyes start to close when I rim her clit with my thumb, but I tighten my grip on her hair and give her top lip a soft bite.

“Eyes on me.”

Usually I’d be actively avoiding eye contact, but I want to see her. Fuck, I can’t take my goddamn eyes off her.

“Good girl,” I praise when she opens her eyes for me. “I want to see you when I prove you wrong.”

She looks like she’s about to say something ridiculous like,you’ll never make me come again, so I stop her words with a firmer rub.

“What was that?” I tease, bringing her closer to the edge that she’s certain she won’t be toppling over again. “Were you about to tell me that I couldn’t make you come again?”

Giving a soft laugh at the whimper she gives, I thrust my finger in as deep as I can get as she clenches around me, fighting for the control she lost the second I cupped her sweet pussy.

“You’re very wet, sweetheart,” I groan. “Do you hear that? You hear how sloppy wet this cunt is for me?”

Her cheeks turn a flaming red as I finger her harder, filling the bathroom with the erotic sounds of her arousal.

“Don’t be embarrassed,ptichka. I fucking love it. Your body knows exactly what it wants. You can try and fight it, but you won’t win.”

“You sure are cocky,” she pants out, making me laugh. “Maybe I will win.”

I smile at the stubborn glint in her eyes.

Oh, baby, it’s fucking on.

Releasing her hair, I slowly drag my fingers down her neck, grazing them along her collarbone. The sweater dress has a cowl neck, making it easy for me to pull it down, exposing the practical, pink, cotton bra that matches her panties. I smile when I see it.

“I never thought I’d be a cotton underwear kind of guy,” I admit to her, “but I’m quickly becoming a fan.”

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