Page 15 of Claimed in Sin
"Again," she breathes. She's practically panting already, so easy to please. "Do it again."
I circle her clit with broad, wet strokes, then switch to quick, direct flicks right over the sensitive bud—sharp little pulses that make her thighs start to shake. She buries her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer, holding me pinned as I suck the swollen bud between my lips, starting gentle, then building suction until her back bows. My tongue keeps flicking and pulsing inside the seal of my mouth while I draw harder.
Her breathing fractures into short, ragged bursts. "Fuck—keep going."
I slide two fingers into her slick entrance, curling them upward to stroke that ridged patch just inside. She's drenched. Her wetness coats my knuckles and drips down my wrist as I pump in and out, matching the rhythm of my mouth. She starts grinding against my face, rolling her hips shamelessly, fucking herself on my tongue and fingers without hesitation.
"So close—don't stop."
I suck harder, fingers plunging deeper, and she breaks with a choked cry, thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm slams through her. Her pussy spasms in hard, fluttering waves around my fingers, fresh moisture floods my tongue. But I keep licking and stroking through every pulse, every shudder, dragging the pleasure out until her hips jerk sideways and she shoves weakly at my forehead, too sensitive to take more.
I pull back and suck my fingers clean as I look up at her. She looks wrecked—cheeks flushed dark, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded. She's so beautiful this way, but I need release now. I'm not even thinking about the job or how Orlov will react to this.All I can think about is how badly I want to be inside her and how good this will feel.
"Turn over," I tell her.
She slides off the couch on unsteady legs and I wrap my arms around her, turning her gently. When she's facing away from me, I bite the top of her shoulder and then lick it to soothe it.
"That felt amazing," she mewls, arching her head back to rest on my shoulder, but I'm not done.
"I want more, baby," I tell her, pressing kisses to the top of her shoulder.
"Stepan," she mumbles, and I only half hear her. "I just want you to know I'm not... I mean... this is..."
It makes me pause for a second, holding her against my body while my dick throbs." You want me to stop?"
"God, no!" she says, chuckling. "I just... I've only had sex once and it wasn't really that good and..."
I growl low in my chest as I realize what she's saying. She's not a virgin but she's not shying away from me. God, that's so fucking hot.
"Don't worry. You'll be perfect, okay? Let me make this about you..." I press her shoulder gently and she folds, bending over the couch until her elbows are buried in the cushion and her hair is draped over her face. Her pussy is still flushed and dripping, lips parted and swollen from my mouth.
I shove my jeans and boxers down and kick them aside and my dick springs up, slapping my belly. Then I peel my shirt off and fist the base of my dick, dragging the tip through her folds,coating myself in her wetness until I'm slick from root to tip. She pushes back against me whimpering.
"Don’t tease me, Stepan," she moans.
I press at her entrance and thrust in one long, smooth glide, sinking deep until my hips meet her ass. She's scorching, impossibly tight, walls gripping me like they never want to let go, and we both groan at the stretch.
"Jesus," I mutter through gritted teeth. She's not wrong. This pussy is completely unfucked and ready to be destroyed and I am one lucky man to be the one to truly claim it. That does things to my head I may not be able to undo.
She rocks backward, taking me even deeper, urging me on, so I pull out until just my head remains, then slam back in, setting a hard, steady rhythm. Wet slaps fill the room with every collision, and her soft, broken moans hit every time I bottom out.
"Harder," she demands.
I clamp both hands on her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and give it to her in long, brutal strokes that make the couch frame creak and shift forward with each drive. When I reach around to find her clit, her folds are so soaked my fingers slide effortlessly over the swollen numb.
She moans louder, shoving back to meet every thrust. "Yes. Oh, my God, just like that?—"
Her walls start fluttering again, already climbing toward another peak, as I shift my angle, driving deeper on every forward snap. Sweat beads on my skin, drips down my spine in thin rivulets, and I'm gonna come so hard, she feels it for days.
"Come on my cock," I growl low. "Squeeze me—give it to me."
She reaches back blindly, nails digging into my thigh. "Yes... please..."
I drive faster, deeper, as her moans turn into sharp, desperate cries. Her whole body locks up and her back bows sharply as she chokes out. "Coming—fuck, yes!"
She clamps down on me, spasming around my dick in fierce, rhythmic pulses that milk me from base to tip. The grip is devastating. It drags me straight to the edge. I keep thrusting through her climax, chasing my own release. And her pussy keeps fluttering, pulling me deeper with every aftershock. Heat coils tight in my gut, balls drawing up until I can't stand it.
"Oh, holy fuck, yes," I growl as I feel it break loose.
