Corruption (Underworld Kings) - Page 64

“Lower down a bit more, sweetheart.”

I felt a bead of pussy juice slip down one of my inner thighs, but obeyed. When I was low enough I could feel the heat from his shaft.

I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t Kostya slapping the head of his dick on my clit, the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh pulling a moan from me.

He slid his hand up to curve his big palm around a breast. He thumbed my nipple, tweaked it, pulled the tip tight until I gasped in pain.

“Say the words.”

I couldn’t stop the little mewl that came from me at how much I loved when he ordered me around like this, when he was dominating and wanting me to obey him without question.

With a little pressure on my waist, he pulled me forward until my chest was to his, our lips barely touching. “Tell me what I want to fucking hear, Ana, baby.”

“I’m yours.”

He made a sound of clear pleasure. “And what else?”

I closed my eyes just as I felt him lick my lips a second before he bit my bottom lip and pulled on the flesh.

“No one will ever touch me but you.”

He had his hand loosely around my throat and slowly started to add pressure. I snapped my eyes open when he pulled me back so I could stare into his eyes.

“That’s fucking right.” He bared his teeth. “You’re only mine.” The sound of our rapid breathing surrounded us. “Now reach down and put my big cock into your tight little cunt and let me show you how much I want you.”

He stared into my eyes.

“Let me show you that the only reason I’ve stayed away this past week was because I didn’t trust myself with you, didn’t want to rush you so that I broke whatever softness you still had after all that shit.” He smoothed his hand over my cheek. “Krasavitsa. I heard you crying in the shower every night. You can’t imagine how much I wanted to go in there and hold you.” He smoothed his thumb under my eyes. “You can’t imagine how many times I stopped myself from going and killing someone and bringing you their heart as an offering so you’d have a semblance of relief that pain was inflicted on others.”

He leaned in and kissed me softly, almost sweetly. Well, as sweetly as a man like Kostya could give.

“Now use me, sweetheart. Use me until you don’t feel anything but me taking care of you.”

I couldn’t breathe as I realized I needed to feel Kostya. He groaned when I gripped the thick stalk of his cock and dragged my palm up and down, twisting my palm over the crown and smearing the pre-cum over the bulbous tip.

I aligned him at the entrance of my body, and while staring into his eyes, I sank down in one fast move that opened me up completely from the force, stretched me so wide I cried out in pain.

“Jesus Christ,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

The pain felt good. I wanted more of it. I lifted my hips up until just his cock head was in my body, then sank down. We both groaned and Kostya leaned back fully on the chair. The muscles in his chest flexed with the tension radiating from him.

I rode him then, rising up and sinking down, over and over again. I let my head fall back on my neck, my damp hair swinging back and forth against my spine, the pleasure and pain encompassing me until I didn’t know where I started and he stopped.

Smack!

I groaned when he swatted my ass.

“Again,” I moaned. My clit rubbed along the base of his dick every time I sank down on him.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Mine,” he snarled.

I was lost in the sensations, the sounds our bodies made together, the scent of Kostya, and the feel of the pain and pleasure he gave me.

God, I was close.

I curled my hands around his biceps and rode him, working my pussy over his cock, keeping the pressure on my knees and off my feet and ankles. My pussy was so wet, the sloppy sounds of us fucking filling the small interior of the motel room.

And then his mouth was at my throat, his teeth digging into the side of my neck as he bit me and growled. He curled his hands so tight into my hips that I groaned at the thought of the bruises he’d leave on me.

And I wanted them. I wanted that primal mark from Kostya.

I started moaning loudly and should’ve been ashamed by the sounds coming from me, but I couldn’t stop them. And the rough, animalistic noises that came from deep within Kostya’s chest fueled me on.

He curled his hands around the cheeks of my ass, holding me tight, pulling me forward so I was grinding on his thick cock every time I sank back down and took all of him.

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