wanted to give him what he asked for. Between his Russian accent and flushed cheeks, he could have anything he wanted.
Except… I bit my bottom lip and chewed on it. I didn't exactly know how to ride anyone. I assumed it was a specific position or a speed or something. Kova noticed the lost look on my face and took the initiative. He grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on his chest, then the back of his knuckles dragged along my bikini line before he gripped my hips roughly and guided me up, then rolled my hips under to get that delicious friction when I came down. God, it felt so good, I moaned. He could just keep doing this. It was too good. My stomach dipped and I held my breath. I loved his hands on me. Like he wanted them there as much as I did, like he couldn't get enough of touching me. He showed me the pace he wanted and when he let go, I continued, but I didn’t go all the way down, it hurt a little for that.
His hands palmed my breasts. Then he pinched my nipples so hard my mouth fell open and a breathy moan escaped me again, somewhere lost between pain and ecstasy. Fire zipped through my body. I almost asked him to stop, but he let up, somehow knowing just how far to go. I clenched his cock with my inner muscles, both from the pain and mind-blowing pleasure only he could give me. His head arched back. His eyes were dark and hooded. I glanced away and smiled, liking the satisfied look on him and knowing I gave it to him.
"Just like that… You feel so fucking incredible."
Another husky sigh rolled off my lips. "I've never done it like this before… Where I'm on top. It feels different…better than being on the bottom."
His eyes flared. "I would sure hope not, Adrianna. You better have not had anyone else's cock but mine."
A devious surge sparked in me, my opening to play with him. To give him what only I knew he wanted. A sly smile graced my face. I didn't know why I got off on taunting him, especially while he was inside me, but I did. I loved it. I fed off it, and I know he did too. It just heightened the pleasure for both of us.
A deceitful honeyed giggle fell from my lips. I smirked and my eyes grew heavy, alluding there was more going on than he knew.
I hadn't been with anyone else but him, but he didn't need to know that.
Kova sat up and roughly gripped the back of my neck while his other arm circled me. He held me down on his cock until he was balls deep—I could feel them between my ass. My breathing deepened as I felt him jerk inside me.
"Do not taunt me. You know how much I like it." He slowly thrusted his cock into me, inch by inch.
I panted into his mouth. "It’s not taunting when it's the truth."
"Adrianna," he warned, thrusting hard. I gasped, my eyes closing. I never wanted this feeling to end.
"You can't possibly think I'll only ever have one dick for the rest of my life," I said, rising up and coming all the way down, and holding it. My pussy clenched again, trying to adjust to his width. "Not when it can feel like this…" I moaned again, rocking back and forth, feeling my orgasm climbing higher and higher. With his hold on me, I leaned back and palmed his knees behind me. I grinded my hips so hard, my clit could feel it. Kova was a poison, a drug. He made me wanton and untamed. I became someone I didn't know, but most of all, he made me feel desired and sexy, and I was realizing that I craved that feeling.
"I guess that is fair." He bit my breast, then soothed it with his tongue. "You might be the tightest pussy I will ever have, but we both know you are not the only pussy I will ever have, not tonight at least," he growled and thrusted so deep I was certain he hit the back of my cervix.
"You're such a fuck, you know that?" I tried to get up and slapped his hand away. He snickered and dropped his face to my neck, his stubble grazing my skin.
"What, malysh, only you can play the game? You asked for it, I