Free Give Me More by Jenika Snow Page A

shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing control.
    Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. “You’re so big.”
    His response was a grunt.
    He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted against each other’s mouths.
    “I hope you’re ready, little mouse, because I’m about to fuck you until you know you’re mine.” She saw the way he clenched his jaw. “ God , you’re so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her. “So tight,” he breathed out those two words.
    She let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive from the inside out. Sergei started moving in and out of her, faster and harder.
    He pumped into her, the air around them charged, heated.
    Maybe she should have worried about the fact he wasn’t wearing a condom, or that she wasn’t on the pill. But her mind was so hazy.
    “Condom,” she gasped when he thrust deep in her.
    “I’m clean,” was his reply.
    She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’m not on the pill.”
    He didn’t respond right away, just kept pumping into her. At the moment she didn’t care about anything but how he made her feel.
    “I’ll take care of you, of whatever happens, Myshka .”
    That shouldn’t have sent a thrill through her, or had this warmth stealing over her.
    I should be smarter about this.
    I can’t think straight.
    There was no part of her he wasn’t touching.
    He curled his arm around her waist, and his fingers dug into her skin. Zoey wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, grinding herself on his dick. The sound of their flesh slapping together, was filthy, erotic.
    She felt no shame at the sound that came from her.
    The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her, and she knew she’d be coming sooner rather than later.
    “You feel so fucking good.” He ground the words out, and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, his look intense. “Fuck.” He slammed into her especially hard, and then slowly pulled out of her until just the tip was lodged in her pussy. “Ask me for more.”
    “I need more,” she said instantly.
    He slammed back into her hard and powerfully, and slanted his mouth on hers, kissing her until she felt like her lips would bleed.
    “I want to see you get off. I want to feel your pussy milking my dick until I fill you with my seed.”
    She opened her mouth and sucked in a lungful of air.
    He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. “I want to see the expression cover your face as you let go, as you taste freedom.” He rubbed the bundle back and forth, and added a little more pressure with each passing second. She needed him to fuck her, to move as he rubbed her clit. “That’s it,” he murmured, as if speaking to himself. Running his tongue along her jawline, he stopped when he reached her ear. “You’re mine, Myshka .”
    Yes, yes she was.
    “ Mine .”
    The way he said that one word was animalistic, like he was possessed, determined to make her see she was his in all ways.
    And the craziest part of it all, the most insane notion of this whole situation wasn’t that he’d said the words, but that she wanted them to be true.
    He slammed into her again and again, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come again, and all she could do was hold on and absorb it all. But just as she felt that crest of pleasure about to claim her, Sergei slowed.
    She could have screamed out in frustration.
    “I’m trying to make this last, but you feel too fucking good, baby,” he grunted out the words against her neck.
    “Tell me you’re mine.” He was breathing hard against her neck, the warm, humid pants bathing her flesh.
    If I say it I know it’ll be real. This will be real.
    “Baby, please , tell me you’re mine. I need to hear it.”
    “Sergei,” she whispered his name.
    He groaned