Page 88 of Cashmere Cruelty

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Page 88 of Cashmere Cruelty

Her eyes go dark and hooded. “Is that so?”

“Mm,” I hum, picking up her wrist. “That’s right.”

Then I cup myself with her hand.

I watch her gasp, clearly trying to repress it. It’s the hottest thing in the world. “You want it?” I whisper, leaning in close. “Thenearnit.”

For a second, I wonder if April will refuse. If her pride will triumph over her desire. I know, if it were me, that it would.

But April isn’t me.

Trembling, her dainty fingers find my belt. They work it open slowly, embarrassment covering her every gesture. It’s clear she isn’t used to this—being ordered around. Beingguided.

Luckily, I’m a patient teacher.

She pops my buttons, then frees me. At the first touch of those delicate fingers on me, I inhale sharply. “Blyat’, kalina.”

It’s feather-light. She doesn’t grip the base crudely or attack my sensitive spots right away. Instead, she brushes over the full length of it, dragging goosebumps in her wake.

If she wasn’t pregnant, I’d take her hard enough to make her scream.

April furrows her brow in concentration. “Like this?” she asks, closing her fingers around me in a too-gentle grip. When her palm drags against the tip, smearing precum in its wake, I groan.

Taking it as an encouragement, April repeats the motion.

I severely underestimated my opponent. That’s not a mistake anypakhanwants to make. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this little vixen was teasing me on purpose.

Oh, well. Two can play at that game.

I grab both of April’s wrists, pinning them behind her back. April gasps, “M-Matvey?—!”

“Now,” I murmur against her lips, one hand around her wrists and the other on her ass, “time for your punishment.”

I plunge into her. I don’t give her a second to prepare, to think, tobreathe.She’s so wet it doesn’t take any time at all. One good push, and I’m sliding right in.

“Oh, God,” April sobs, arms struggling against my grip. “Matvey…!”

I set a quick, shallow pace, not bothering to give April therealfuck she’s yearning for. If she wants it, she’ll beg.

And if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll do it soon.

I grind my head against her sweet spot, but only for a second. On the next thrust, I avoid it completely.

“Matvey,” April whines, high-pitched and keening. “Matvey,please.”

“‘Please’ what,kalina?”

A frustrated groan. “I lied, okay?! I missed you, I missed you so much, wanted you to fuck me into the floor last night— Now, will youpleasejust?—”

Without warning, I slam deep into her. April’s voice twists into a scream, her thighs trembling on either side of me.

I breathe into her neck, “As you wish.”

I don’t stop until she’s jelly. Until she’s quivering with every thrust, forming words that aren’t words, begging me,PleaseandYesandMore.Too much and not enough.

“Matvey,” she moans, fluttering around me, fucking herself back onto me. “Matvey, I’m?—!”

“Come,” I order. “Now.”




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