sigh, she turned her head to give me more access. I squeezed one of her tits in my hand and told her, “I think I’ll fuck these next.”
With a moan, her head lolled on my shoulder when I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I played with her tits and sucked at her neck, she grew restless, rocking her hips for friction before rising, pulling me out almost completely, and then taking me back in as deep as possible.
I groaned and let her fuck me for a moment until she was whimpering and trembling for more.
I nuzzled her neck. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”
The sound of Mila begging gave me a fucking rush that rivaled any drug on the market. At least, I imagined so. I’d never touched a single narcotic in my life.
I nipped her shoulder and said, “Such good manners,” before sliding my hand between her legs. She bounced on me, taking me in with lazy strokes, while I rubbed her clit. Her sounds were pushing me to the edge. So much soft skin and hair. It was all fucking over me.
“I’m gonna . . .”
I pushed her to her hands and knees and fucked her through her orgasm, holding her hips up when her legs gave out. She shuddered and clenched around me so tightly, the heat sliding down my back threatened to erupt. Breath ragged, I stilled and ran my hand up her spine.
“I want to come inside you.” I had no idea that came out of my mouth until it was too late to stop.
She sighed, giving me her lazy, nonverbal consent.
“Don’t let me come inside you,” I growled. I shouldn’t even be fucking her without a condom—regardless if I was clean, and so was she considering her inexperience.
“I have an IUD.”
I processed her words for a second before asking darkly, “Why?” She hated doctors. The only reason she would have an IUD was . . . fucking infuriating. “Were you going to let someone else have this?” I squeezed her ass cheek.
“No . . . I don’t know.”
Not the right answer. In fact, it was so much the wrong answer, I slapped her ass hard enough to welt. She yelped and arched her back, her eyes opening to shoot me a glare over her shoulder. Her annoyance faded when I pulled out and thrust back in at an angle that hit her G-spot. A low moan rose up her throat. I realized I’d never heard her say my name before. And I suddenly needed to.
“You want more, kotyonok?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me who’s fucking you,” I demanded harshly.
“Does it matter?” She tried to rock back against me, but I held her still by her hips.
“Yes, it fucking matters.”
“Why? In the end, I’ll only remember your headboard. It really is a sexy design.”
Gritting my teeth, I threw her to her back so roughly she bounced. I pushed inside of her in one hard thrust, braced my hands beside her head, and watched her eyes roll back. Her fingers gripped my wrists.
“Is this what you want?” I growled.
She was flushed from her orgasm, her breathing rough, but she still managed to say, “I want candles.”
It was so fucking ridiculous, my anger faded. Her soft hands slid down my sides and grabbed ahold of my hips to urge me on. I hated this position. Staring into a woman’s eyes during sex felt so intimate it was nauseating, but Mila wasn’t meeting my gaze; she was looking at where my cock was deep inside her. I found it hot and somewhat . . . annoying she was focused on the sight instead of my face.
“Move,” she breathed.
“No. You want your missionary fuck? Tell me who fucked you first.”
“You.”
She trailed her fingers up my arms, across my shoulders, and into my hair, sending a shudder down my spine.
“My name, kotyonok.”
“Ronan.”
A groan rumbled in my chest, and I started a steady pace, pushing into her with long, slow thrusts. She braced her hands on the bed behind her and rose up to kiss my chest with a graze of teeth, running her mouth everywhere she could reach. I couldn’t bring myself to make her stop.
“Who’s fucking you now?”
Kissing the corner of my lips, she breathed, “Ronan.” Then she slid her tongue into my mouth, and I had no willpower to resist sucking it.
I fisted her hair and tugged her head back so I could see her eyes. “And who fucks you from now on?” Until Saturday.