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I started at the base of Oksana’s pussy and ran my tongue up again, all the way over her asshole. She whined in her native language on a stuttering breath. Was my dirty action so shocking she’d forgotten English?
Her hands came off her ass, but I was ready for that. I pulled her apart and swirled my tongue where she was still a virgin, and her choked moan got my heart banging in my chest. It sent my head buzzing with lust, and her body betrayed her. “You like it,” I said, half teasing, half serious. She liked it even if she didn’t want to.
Did she feel the same way about me?
The unexpected thought shot through my brain. Why did I care if she liked me? She wasn’t, and never would be, a friend. This was about sex, and once I got bored, I’d send her away.
How’d that plan work out for Luka?
Shit. I climbed to my feet and stared down at the girl bent over the couch, letting my gaze trace the zipper on her dress that mimicked her spine. She remained in that awkward position, not moving other than her exaggerated breathing. She didn’t complain that I’d stopped before I’d made her come. She waited patiently for my next command.
My voice was rough as gravel. “Get on the couch, on your hands and knees.”
She straightened and the dress dropped down in place, hiding her pink-stained ass. Her heels clip-clopped hurriedly, and the leather squealed when she placed her knees on the cushions. She moved gracefully, planting her hands on the seat of the couch so she was on all fours, and tipped her head up to me, watching for my approval.
I dug my cock out of my pants so fast, I almost broke the zipper. Two pumps and I was as rigid as the column I’d pressed her up against. I grabbed the back of the dress and jerked it up to hang off her hips. “I want to look at that cherry red ass you’ve got as you suck me off.”
I stood at the side of the couch and held my dick steady for her. She didn’t need a fucking invitation, she knew what to do. Her warm, wet mouth closed around me and heat seared up my back. Her glossy pink lips moved along my length, and I let her take over, pushing my pants and underwear down until they fell in a heap at my ankles.
Her mouth was like fucking a volcano, and I thrust at her, wanting more. In retaliation, she brought her hand up and wrapped her fist around me. It blocked me from going too deep. She thought she was in control, huh? I pulled her hand away, gripping her wrist, and placed my palm on the back of her head. I thrust my hips into her mouth as I pushed her head toward my body, and it made Oksana gag. She coughed and sputtered as I retreated.
I’d already gotten head from her once today, and it was fucking spectacular, but . . . enough. I wanted her cunt. I shuffled backward. I toed off my shoes, kicked off my pants, and tugged off my socks, leaving me naked. If she stood right now, she’d be dressed. I didn’t give a fuck for once, probably because I was too focused on my destination.
I put my hands flat on her back and shoved, getting her to collapse forward on her belly, and she let out a burst of air as she hit the leather.
“Hands behind your back.” I straddled the back of her thighs and dropped my hard cock right on her ass. It looked good up against her pink skin. She did as told and crossed her wrists. Her head turned so she had one cheek flat against the cushion, and she watched me out of the corner of her eye.
I spit loudly in my palm and used it to lube my dick up. It was probably overkill since her pussy was drenched when I went down on her, but better safe than sorry. I wanted to slide deep inside. I’d promised her I wasn’t going to hold back, and last night was as close to gentle fucking as I got. She’d get a good look at the real me now.
She tensed as I stroked the tip of my cock up and down between her legs, and it swam in her wetness. Did she have any idea how excited and crazy she made me? No other girl put up with my rough shit, let alone enjoyed it. I couldn’t wait another goddamn second. I clenched a hand around her wrists, lined myself up, and drove so deep into her pussy, she cried out.
Waves of warmth hugged me. Her tight body gripped at my dick, maybe trying to force me back out, but forget it. Jesus Christ, it felt so good, maybe I’d never leave. Not unless she asked me to, which she still hadn’t done. She didn’t say no, or nyet, or demand I stop. I curled my free hand on her shoulder and delivered my first thrust.
She exhaled loudly, and her hands tightened into fists.
My second thrust was harder and deeper, and she groaned. The low, guttural sound was fucking hot. My third thrust made her bounce on the cushions, and I held her steady with my grip on her shoulder, making it so her body wouldn’t recoil off me.
As I began to pound into her, the grunts shifted to moans, and it was the signal I needed to go all-out. I let go of her shoulder and dug my fingers into her hair, grabbing strands and pins, and jerked her back toward me. Her back arched. It had to hurt, but she’d never say it.
“You’re so good to me, baby. You let me fuck you exactly how I want to.” I slammed my body into hers, so deep it crushed my balls against her clit. Wait, shit. I struggled to put distance between what I’d just said, and my tone went brutal. “I own you, Oksana. You’re my motherfucking property. You got that?”
She panted, either through the pain or the pleasure. Couldn’t tell, but it was getting hard to focus. Thoughts broke down in my brain. All I wanted to do was fuck like a savage and come. I’d make it so any man who came after me wouldn’t be inside her the same way. No one else would compare.
“Say it,” I ordered.
She parroted it back without hesitation. “I’m your motherfucking property.”
Pleasure coursed through me, filling the room until I was panting right along with her. I was getting sweaty from the exertion, but mostly from the dark creature writhing beneath my hands. She moved with the rhythm of my body, so as I plunged into her, she was there to meet me. Fucking hell. It was insane, and once again, I wasn’t going to last long. I’d wanted her too much all day.
At least tomorrow was Thanksgiving and I didn’t have to work. I planned to fuck her until my cock gave out.
She moaned, and it sounded faintly like pleasure. It felt good for her, and I . . . liked that. I slid as far in as I could go, until I was pressed all against her, and ground my body, rubbing her clit.
“Oh.” Her word was surprised.
It gave me a white-hot flash of satisfaction. Not just with how good it physically felt, but knowing it was pleasurable for her. “That’s my dick that’s making you moan.” I’d do everything I could tonight so my cock made her come.
I released my grip, both her hands and hair, and she flopped forward. She clutched at the couch as I rammed into her, and the impact made her slide away. Her hands flew out to brace herself on the armrest, so I could keep fucking her deep.
I grabbed onto her ass, squeezing as I watched my cock disappear inside her. It was slick. Once it started feeling good for her, Oksana got wetter. I peeled her ass cheeks apart so I could see better, and I did it so hard, she probably felt like I was going to rip her in two. She whimpered. Pain mingled with pleasure.
Fuck her until she comes.
The muscles in my thighs were warm and tight. Any position during sex eventually got exhausting if you did it too long. I wouldn’t be able to maintain this one forever, even though it was sexy as fuck and felt amazing.
“You come, and then I come,” I said in a rush. “Okay? You come, then me.”
Her pussy clenched tight around me. Her gasps for breath increased in intensity. Yes. She was getting close. I picked up my tempo, leaning back so more of my body would strike her clit with my thrusts.
I tried to soften my voice and pull it from her. “Tell me. Are you going to come? Are you gonna come for me?”
She moaned something I couldn’t make it out, but it sounded positive. Her cries swelled. Her body locked up. Fuck me, she was about to go off. I gripped her ass like it was the only thing keeping me attached to the world as I fucked her, slamming into her over and over again.
“Are you coming?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. I could feel the pleasure detonate inside her. “Oh, fuck, that’s a good girl. Fuck, it feels so good.” I pumped all through it, watching her writhe and squirm as she shattered. She rode it out, moans pouring from her slack mouth, and I felt more powerful than I ever had. Even as she began to recover, I kept my punishing tempo, hanging right at the edge myself. “Whose turn is it now?” I asked between ragged breaths. “Tell me. Whose turn is it?”
“Oh, God, it’s yours.”
Fuck right, it was. I came, surging into her with heat and ecstasy so great, my mind went blank. It unloaded into me like automatic fire, each bullet striking me with stinging pleasure until the magazine was spent and I collapsed on top of her.
“Goddamn fucking shit,” I groaned into the nape of her neck, and then kissed her there. My offline mind couldn’t process what was happening as my lips moved over her ear, and her cheekbone, seeking her mouth. When I found it, everything in me that wouldn’t like this went dark and shut down. My tongue stroked against hers, our lips moved together, and as our heavy breathing began to fall, we both murmured with contentment.
Sergey said Oksana had me by the short hairs, and it was probably a little true, but in this quiet, slow moment, I didn’t fucking care. It didn’t matter who actually owned who between us.
My phone rang, jarring me.
It rang again. Who the fuck was disturbing me with a call and not a text?
I lifted my head and glared at my wadded pants on the floor. Uncle Goran, probably. He preferred speaking instead of sending texts, which left a word-for-word record. And if it was my uncle, I had to answer it. I groaned, climbed off Oksana, and snatched up my pants.
It wasn’t my uncle. It was the private investigator I’d hired two months ago, and I hit the ‘accept’ button as quickly as I could.
“What do you have?” I said as a greeting.
“An address.”
A thrill cracked through me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” my PI said. “And it’s in the northwest suburbs. If you’re going to move on this, you’ll need to do it sooner rather than later. He’s moving to Florida for the winter.”
Soon wasn’t going to be a problem. I’d been waiting more than a year for this. Every day since the morning in the basement where I’d taken my father’s life. “Where is he?”