Free Give Me More by Jenika Snow

make her feel so good.
    His body was hard, ripped. Every inch of him was rippling with muscles, and despite the fact he still wore his pants, the hard outline of his huge cock could be felt clearly through the material. While holding her ass, he turned them around and walked her backward until the wall stopped her movements. He pressed her against the chilled wallpaper and then moved his hand between their bodies.
    “I wanted to go slow, treat you right.”
    She shook her head, her breaths coming in hard pants. “I don’t want slow. I need this.”
    He started undoing his pants, and before she knew what was happening they were both naked. Sweat covered her entire body, but it was the good kind of perspiration, the kind that told her she was worked up.
    Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt right, so damn right. What was so wrong with wanting something for herself?
    Nothing. There isn’t anything wrong with this. Shut the hell up with those thoughts.
    And she did. She pushed those negative thoughts right out of her head and just felt .
    “Touch me,” he said on a long, deep groan.
    She reached between them, grabbed his cock, and gasped.
    He was huge. She might have guessed as much by the feel of him pressed against her belly, but actually holding all of his flesh, feeling how thick he was, how long, her entire body could have melted into a puddle right then and she wouldn’t have cared.
    He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this.
    There was no turning back.
    “That’s it, baby. Fuck . You’re so damn receptive to me, so primed.” He groaned against her neck.
    “Jesus,” he grunted. “I want you so fucking badly.” He started thrusting against her pussy. The feel of his hard cock against her slick folds had a gasp leaving her.
    “ Please .” Zoey didn’t know what she was saying please to, just that she needed him to continue. She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill every part of her, and have the world fade away.
    And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.
    He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
    She felt his cock jerk between her legs.
    They held each other’s gazes for long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together at the same time, as if they couldn’t control themselves. He tangled his hands in her hair, tugged at the strands, and nipped at her lips. Zoey became wetter by the second, her arousal so intense she knew it could never be matched.
    Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was Sergei shoved so deep inside of her she couldn’t even think coherently, she reached down and grabbed his length.
    “Fuck, baby.”
    She angled the tip at her entrance, stared into his eyes, and pleaded with him to fuck her without actually saying the words.
    He had a firm hold on her ass, holding her off the ground, his muscles straining, his body tense. He jerked his hips forward, and the tip of his dick became lodged in her. She was so stretched already, and he wasn’t even fully in her body yet.
    He let go of one of her ass cheeks, slid his hand up her body, and placed it right beside her head. He leaned in another inch. “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
    Her heart jumped to her throat.
    When he slid in another inch, stretching her so good, so powerfully, she arched against him, thrusting her chest against his. He had a light sprinkling of chest hair along his pecs, and the tattoos that covered his arms in full sleeves, and snaked over his shoulders to his back, turned her on. They were a mixture of shapes and designs, but there were also Russian words inked on his skin. For some reason, even though she didn’t speak the language, she just knew they had to do with the Bratva.
    He ground his teeth, and the sound