Page 63 of Shutter and Sin
I go rigid. She is absolutely drenched, the silk of her thong soaked through with hot, slick friction. I can feel the heat of herclit against my knuckles, and the sound I make is more of a snarl than a groan.
“I’m wet,” she whispers, grinding her weight into my hand. “You can touch me.”
“This is a fucking disaster and you know it,” I rasp, my voice sounding like a stranger’s. “You’ll regret this when you’re sober, and I told you I wouldn't break my word about touching you.” I force myself to pull away, but the ghost of her heat still stings my fingers.
“Stop with the bullshit,” she snaps, glaring at me with a sudden clarity. “I want you to fuck me. Why are you acting like some saint? If you won't do it, I’ll find someone else who will.”
She turns to walk away, and the thought of another man’s hands on her body - of someone else tasting that wetness - snaps the last thread of my restraint. I move before she takes another step, fisting her hair and yanking her back toward me so hard she gasps. I spin her around and slam her against the rough bark of the tree, my body pinning her in place.
“Oh,” she breathes, her eyes blowing wide with a mix of shock and heat. “So you want to play rough.”
“Stop testing the limits of my patience, Zoya.” I fist my hand deeper into her hair, yanking her head back until her throat is arched and she is forced to look me in the eye. My voice is a low, dangerous vibration that feels like it is coming from my chest rather than my throat. “You want to be fucked? Fine. I’ll fuck you. But don't you dare think I’m going to be gentle with you tonight. Not after that stunt you just pulled.”
I watch her pupils dilate as she bites her lip, the fear and the arousal bleeding together until she trembles. I grip her hair even harder, tilting her head back until her pulse jumps under the skin of her neck, then lean down to whisper right against her ear. “If you’re sober enough to get my dick out of these pants, then I’ll give you what you want.”
She doesn’t hesitate, but her hands are clumsy and heavy with booze. She looks down at my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle as she struggles to work the leather through the loop. It keeps slipping, her frustration mounting as she pulls and tugs at the stubborn material. I just stand there, watching her work, my heart hammering against my ribs as my cock strains painfully against my zipper.
“Tick tock,Vedma,” I provoke her, a dark smirk tugging at my mouth. “I might just go soft if you take any longer.”
She shoots me a drunken glare, her jaw tightening as she finally manages to jerk the belt loose. Her hands shake as she works the button and the zipper, and when she finally frees me, I spring out…hard, thick, and already leaking at the tip.
She stares at me like she’s never seen anything like it before, dropping to her knees on the cold, hard ground without a second thought. “Wow,” she whispers, her eyes huge. “So big. So pretty.”
Then she leans forward.
Zoya starts with little kitten licks, tracing the underside of the length and swirling her tongue around the head like she’s tasting something sweet. She explores, taking her time. It feels fucking maddening. My hands clench at my sides, every muscle in my body pulling taut as she finally wraps her lips around the tip. She stays shallow, sucking on me with a gentle, tentative rhythm that isn't anywhere near enough. I feel her tongue swirling, her mouth hot and wet, but she barely scratches the surface.
I can’t take it anymore. I grab the back of her head with both hands, my fingers tangling deep in her hair. “Brace yourself,” I warn.
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed and confused, not quite processing the warning until I push her head down, burying myself deep in her throat. She gags instantly, her eyes watering as her hands fly up to my thighs to try and push me away. But Ihold her firm. I let her throat squeeze around me, the tightness so perfect it almost makes me lose it right there.
“That’s it,Vedma,” I groan, my eyes sliding shut as the heat consumes me. “You want to be a bad girl so fucking bad? Huh… well bad girls get their throats fucked raw in public until they’re gagging and swallowing every drop like desperate cumsluts.”
I pull back just enough to let her catch a jagged breath before I shove in again deeper, until her nose is pressed against my pelvis. She’s choking, tears streaming down her face and drool slicking her chin, and to me, she looks so fucking beautiful. I start fucking her face, slow at first to let her adjust, then faster, harder, using her throat like a toy while she grips my thighs and holds on for dear life.
“Good girl,” I mutter, watching the way her throat works to accommodate me. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut,”
After ten minutes of using her mouth, I finally pull out with a loud pop. She gasps for air, coughing as she wipes at her face, her mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks. I don’t give her a second to recover. Yanking her up by her hair, I spin her around and back her up against the tree, trapping her between the rough bark and my body.
“Hands on the trunk,” I order. “Don’t you dare move them.”
Zoya presses her palms flat against the rough bark as I flip her dress up over her hips, bunching the silk at her waist. That pale blue thong is soaked through, clinging obscenely to her skin, I hook my fingers into the lace and tear it apart, the sound of the ripping fabric lost to her whimpers. Gripping my cock, I drag it through her slick folds, coating myself in her heat until I am dripping.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice small and desperate.
I push just the tip inside her, moving slowly to let her feel the stretch. Then, I drive in hard, burying myself balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck…” The groan rips from my throat as her walls clench around me like a vice. She jolts forward, crying out into the night, and I don’t wait. I start pounding into her immediately, deep, heavy strokes that make her ass bounce against my hips.
“Alexei…it’s too much,” she moans, her voice cracking.
“I know, baby, I know,” I rasp, my hips snapping forward with a force I can’t control. One I don’t bother to control. “I’m sorry,Vedma. You just feel too fucking good. I can’t stop.”
She tries to reach back, one hand leaving the tree to push at my hip to slow me down, but I catch her wrist in a heartbeat, pinning it against the small of her back. I use it as leverage to pull her onto me even harder. Faster. My balls slap against her clit with every thrust, the wet sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the trees.
“Alexei…” Her moans turn desperate, bordering on sobs. “I can’t…”
“You can,” I growl, leaning forward to sink my teeth into the side of her neck, marking her deep. “Your pussy is strangling me,Vedma. I can feel you pulsing all over me.”
