Page 67 of Sexting the Pakhan

I pull out halfway and push back in. Her moan turns my blood black.

“There,” I say. “That’s what you needed.”

“Yes.” The word is barely a breath.

I thrust again, deeper this time.

Then again.

Her body starts to understand the rhythm, hips lifting to meet mine, hands moving over my back, nails dragging lightly when the angle changes and my cock hits something inside her that makes her gasp.

I lower my mouth to her breast, push the shirt up with one hand, and take her nipple between my lips. She arches hard.

I suck her while I fuck her, feeling the soft weight of her breast in my hand, the tight peak against my tongue, the way her pussy clenches every time I bite gently and soothe it after.

She is everywhere under me. Soft stomach brushing mine. Thick thighs locked around my hips. Wet pussy taking my cock. Small, desperate sounds breaking out of her no matter how hard she tries to swallow them.

I lose the slow rhythm.

I fuck her harder.

Her back slides up the sheets with each thrust, and I catch her hips, pulling her down onto my cock as I drive into her. The room fills with the sound of it: her moans, my breathing, the wet slap of our bodies, the obscene slick sound of her pussy taking me again and again.

She tries to hide her face in my shoulder.

I catch her jaw. “Look at me.”

She keeps her eyes shut, biting her lip.

“Do you want less?”

Her eyes open, dazed and furious. “No.”

I smile despite myself. “Then look at me.”

She does. That nearly finishes me.

Her eyes stay on mine while I fuck her, and something about it makes the whole thing hotter, dirtier, more intimate than it has any right to be. She’s not hiding now. She’s taking every thrust with her mouth open and her body trembling and her pussy squeezing my cock like she was made for this.

I slide my hand between us and find her clit. The moment my thumb touches it, she jerks.

“Ruslan. Oh my God, oh my God, I’m coming, please.”

“You’ll come again.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

I circle her clit while I keep fucking her, hard and deep, and feel the change immediately. Her pussy gets tighter. Wetter. Her thighs start shaking around my waist.

“That’s it,” I say. “Right there.”

She shakes her head, but her body betrays her. Her hips push into my hand. Her clit is slick under my thumb, swollen and sensitive, and every stroke drags her closer.

“Tell me,” I say.

Her voice breaks. “I’m close.”