He shifted, stepped forward, rubbing it against my belly, giving his hips a good pump to make me feel how thick and long and hard he was. I shuddered. It might tear me to hell, but damn if I didn't want to try to ride it, push it all the way to my womb.
I did a double take when the dim moonlight caught a flash of something metal on his cock. There was something like a small bullet, a stud attached to his tip.
“What's the matter, babe? Every chick I've ever fucked loves what she sees. Don't tell me you're scared of a pierced dick?” He grinned. “I get it. This is your first. You're nervous. Don't be. Stuff that shit down and meet the only dick you're ever gonna have filling your holes. I'm gonna rock your fucking world so hard you'll never think about what another man feels like. Just me. Only me. You're mine, Sabrina.”
Our eyes met. His glacial blue seas were on fire.
Bastard. I'd never stop saying it, thinking it, feeling it. He was always so confident, even when we were both naked. Would he wipe that murderous smug off his face when he finally came?
My * ached at the thought. I wondered if he'd really burn me from the inside out when he unloaded. Jesus, then there was the birth control. I'd been taking the pill through all this, just like he'd asked, but I seriously wondered if it would do a damned thing to stop him from getting me pregnant.
“I just need a second,” I whispered, fighting a stupid smile twisting my lips. “This is crazy. It's all happening like –“
“Just like it's meant to, babe. I knew we'd be fucking the moment I saw you. Just didn't know I'd want it this bad.”
He pushed his hips against me and grunted. Up and down, up and down, his dick glided over my skin in a wide arc, slathering him in the cream I couldn't stop oozing. It made the next jerks smoother, but I still jumped in his arms when he brushed over my clit.
“You're so damned responsive,” he said. “Maybe I should hold you down. Make you jerk me off with just your squirming when I'm balls deep inside you.”
“Yes!” I hissed, a needy sound so sharp I barely recognized it as my own.
He must've decided the time for talk and teasing was over. Suddenly, he swept lower, manhandling my breasts, pulling the nipples taut between his fingers for his mouth. He sucked one for a good long while and then moved to the next, all while I buckled underneath him, keeping my sanity by brushing my sleek legs against his.
He was growing warmer by the second. When I ran my hands up his spine, it was like touching volcanic rock, something rough and hot the earth had heaved up, chiseled to freak perfection in the mantle.
“Please!” I whimpered when he pulled away from my nipple, now sucked to sweet softness. “I need this, Anton. I want it bad.”
There. He had my confession. Now, I wanted him to push between my legs and take all twenty-two years I'd lived as a stupid virgin in my family's shadow away.
He read my mind. Next thing I knew, the hardness between my legs slipped lower. He raised his hips, pulling my legs tight to his hips, getting his dick in the perfect position.
Growling, he sank into me.
It was slow at first, gradual and just a little bit painful. Good thing my * was so damned wet, still dripping with the need he'd stirred. I buckled, jerked up, steeling myself to take every beautiful inch of him.
He grabbed me, helped me take him deep. My eyes were pinched shut tight when he was finally all the way in, pressing his swollen head somewhere near my womb.
“You good, babe?” He stopped, held himself there, and clasped my chin.
I opened my eyes and nodded. Even if I wasn't, there was no stopping the lunatic need churning in our veins, pulling us together, calling us to fuck at all costs.
“Good. 'cause now I'm gonna hammer this * to heaven. Hold on and let it all go. The more you come, the better it'll be.”
Like I had any choice.
I had to rough out the first few strokes when he pulled backwards and slammed into me, clinging to the mad desire while his thrusts stretched me to my limits. But every thrust kindled a little more fire, feeding the frenzy building in my core. Muscles sucked, clenched, and relaxed with his rhythm.
My * knew what it wanted, and it quickly adapted to get its greedy way.
Another climax hit me out of nowhere, so fast and unexpected it was almost blinding. It scorched away the rest of the pain and discomfort, leaving only ecstasy in its wake. And it was just one more wave of the long storm he carried through my body, howling into every nerve.
He was fucking me faster when I opened my eyes and stopped screaming.
My fingers ached from clawing at the sheets. I was surprised they were intact. My grip wasn't so good after coming on his dick, especially with the way he was pounding me into the bed.
Grunts spilled out of his mouth. He panted and fucked like the huge Russian animal he was. He shook so hard it looked like the firebird tattoo was flapping its wings, scattering its mythic fire, this time all over me.