Page 46 of Shutter and Sin
He pulls his hand away from my pussy and I nearly sob at the loss.
“Alexei—”
“Beautiful,” he interrupts, voice rough with need. “Can you clamp your thighs together for me?”
I blink at his reflection in the mirror, confused. “What?”
“Press your thighs together. Nice and tight.”
“Okay…?” I do as he asks, squeezing my thighs closed.
His hand comes down hard on my ass—a sharp, stinging smack that makes me gasp.
“Alexei!”
Another smack, harder this time. Then another. And another. Four firm strikes that leave my ass burning and my pussy clenching around nothing.
I try to step forward, away from him, but his arm bands around my waist and hauls me back against his chest.
“Now it’s ready for some good fucking,” he growls in my ear, grinding his hard cock against my reddened ass. “But don’t worry, I won’t put it in until you beg me.”
My brain is short-circuiting from the mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through me.
“But before we do this—” He pauses, and suddenly his hand is fisting my hair, tilting my head back so I’m forced to meet his eyes in the mirror. “Because if I’m fucking your thighs, I’m not gonna be able to control myself. I will touch your body. Touch you everywhere. So, beautiful, do I have your permission?”
I start to nod, but his grip tightens.
“That’s not an answer, beautiful.” His voice drops to a dangerous rumble. “I want you to use your words.”
“Yes,” I breathe, holding his gaze in the mirror. “You have my permission.”
“Good girl.” He releases my hair and pulls the crotchless panties down just as he frees himself. His cock springs out, thick and leaking, and he slides it between my pressed-together thighs from behind. The hot length glides right along my soaked pussy lips, the head nudging my clit with every slow thrust.
“Fuck… look at us,” he rasps, forcing me to watch in the mirror. “Look how perfect you are taking me like this.”
His hand clamps back over my mouth as he starts fucking my thighs harder. The wet sounds of my arousal coating his cock are obscenely loud in the quiet fitting room. Every thrust makes the head of his cock bump against my entrance, teasing but never pushing inside, and it’s driving me insane.
“You feel that?” he pants against my neck. “Feel how hard you make me?
I’m shaking, moaning desperately into his palm while I watch his face in the mirror—jaw clenched, eyes wild, completely lost. His free hand comes up to squeeze my breast through the lace, pinching my nipple hard enough to make tears prick my eyes.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, releasing my mouth just long enough to get the words out. “Make yourself come on my cock while I fuck your thighs.”
I reach down between my legs and find my clit, rubbing tight circles while he thrusts between my thighs. The dual sensation—his thick length sliding against my pussy, my own fingers on my clit—has me climbing embarrassingly fast.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he groans, watching my face in the mirror. “Come for me. Show me what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice tips me over. I come hard, my legs shaking, biting down on his palm to muffle my cries. He fucks my thighs faster through my orgasm, hips snapping, rhythm turning desperate and sloppy.
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” he groans against my neck, pulling his hand away from my mouth. “I’m gonna ruin these pretty panties you’re wearing and mark you up so everyone knows—fuck—”
With a low, broken groan he pulls back just enough to aim the head of his cock right at the open crotch of the green lace. Thick ropes of cum shoot straight into the delicate fabric, spilling over my bare pussy and dripping down my thighs. He keeps grinding against me through the aftershocks, smearing his release all over the ruined lace and my skin, marking me thoroughly.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, staring at the mess in the mirror.
When he finally pulls back, the emerald green panties are soaked and glistening with his cum. It’s dripping onto the fitting room floor, obscene and filthy and so fucking hot I almost want to go again.
Alexei tucks himself back into his pants, then meets my eyes in the mirror with a dark, satisfied smirk. He looks entirely too pleased with himself.
