Page 85 of Brutal Secrets
He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as his two fingers curl upward against the walls of my pussy. He strokes in a circle and makes me whimper.
“My good girl. Being so quiet for me. You’re being so careful. Let me hear you whimper as you come on my fingers.”
He fucks me with his hand as he licks and bites my tits, a stream of Russian ghosting across my skin as I arch against him. With my heels against the mattress, I start to pant as I ride his hand.
Leaning back, he watches me. He adds a third finger, his gaze glued to the sawing motion of his fingers. The only sounds in the room are our harsh breathing and the wet noise of his hand moving inside me.
He leans down and sucks my clit into his mouth, and I go off like a firework. Sparks explode behind my eyes as he sucks and licks me like I’m an ice cream on a summer day.
My voice sounds like it comes from someone else as I beg. “Stop, baby. I can’t. It’s too sensitive.”
“You can. I love that I make you sensitive.” He looks up at me, one hand deep inside me and the other pressing my stomach into the bed. My arousal glistens on his lips. “I fucking want another one. I want to drink you down.” He lowers his head and mumbles between my legs. “I can’t get enough. Can’t fucking get enough.”
He punishes me with the flat of his tongue. I don’t have the leverage to get up. My arms are bound behind me, and I’m riding Vadim’s face to another explosion that has me shaking and trembling.
He gets to his feet and strips off his clothes. His cock stands out, red and angry against the geometry of scars and muscles across his torso, and he lifts me gently, rubbing up and down against my arms.
“You okay, my sweet zolotaya?” he says as my gaze bounces between the tender smile crinkling his eyes and the throbbing vein and red crown of his cock that’s level with my face. He presses his thumb against my bottom lip as he cups my chin and tilts my face upward. “My beautiful girl. Open for me.”
And I do, falling on him, licking and sucking him as if my lips can bathe him in every bit of devotion I feel. I sink my head as low as I can, taking him to the back of my throat and closing my eyes against the gagging sensation.
He leans back, watching me as I suck on the tip. I swirl my tongue around the crown.
“Fuck, fuck yeah. Don’t stop.” Meeting my eyes, he cups my face and threads his fingers through my hair as he inches forward. “My sweet little songbird. Look at you. Working so hard to love me.”
He feeds me half of him and stops, allowing me to breathe as he tenderly strokes his fingers across my forehead, along my eyebrows, until he cups my chin.
“Breathe in, zolotaya,” he says.
His hand remains around my chin as he watches my tits thrust forward with the in breath. Then he slides to the back of my throat, fucking me gently and bringing tears to my eyes.
“Fuck. You’re so good. So good the way you cry for me.”
He pulls back as I breathe out and take another breath in, and then he closes his eyes as he pumps back and forth. A series of grunts and Russian words fall from his lips as his face twists as if he’s in pain.
Pulling out, he sinks to his knees in front of me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and kissing me deeply. He unties the belt and pulls off my bra before pushing my back onto the bed and climbing on top of me.
His fingers slide through mine as he pulls my arms over my head. “I need to touch you everywhere. Hold you everywhere,” he says as I spread my legs, twist my ankles behind his back, and draw him against me.
He stops and pulls back, watching me. He eyes the place where our bodies join as he slowly sinks inside me. My mouth falls open in a moan, and I lose myself to the kiss of his hip bones against my pelvis as I take all of him.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t be gentle. I need to fuck you hard.” And then he’s slamming into me, making the bed thump against the wall. The mattress slides against the headboard with a shudder, and he hits me with the full weight of his body.
I cry out, and he stops.
Letting go of my hand, he sinks his fingers into my mouth. “Suck on me, baby. Taste yourself so you don’t make a noise.”
My thoughts warp into incoherence, and I whimper as I tilt my pelvis toward him, sucking hard on his fingers as I push against him. Our eyes meet as he pulls his fingers away. He drops to his elbows and pistons into me, and my teeth sink into his bicep as I claw at his back, my pussy pulsing around him. He throws back his head with an almost animal groan.
Our bodies are slick with sweat as he sinks against me and rolls to pull me on top of him. I tuck my head into the crook of his neck and listen to the thud of his heart against my ear, the beats slowing as the sweat cools on my skin. The moment of space allows unease to creep in.
What we just did was animalistic, an explosion after the tension of the recent hours. It made me feel alive, but now I’m humming with nerves, bracing myself for another goodbye.
Vadim must sense the change because he pulls me tighter against him. “What is it?”
I don’t answer.
He rolls to his side, facing me as he strokes my hair away from my face. “Zolotaya, talk to me.”