by Kendall Duke
“I know, Julie,” he said softly. “Is better to do it fast, get the pain over with.” He began to move a little bit and I let out a low, soft grunt. “Touch yourself,” he whispered, and I reluctantly reached down. Ivan began to push in and out of me very, very slowly. I felt like he was breaking my body in half. “Da,” he said softly. “Rub it. Be good girl, my Julie. Rub your pretty little kiska.”
I felt it with my finger, the gooey mash of our body fluids making it sticky to the touch. I used my index finger and made a slow circle over it, feeling how swollen and hot the flesh was; as I touched my clit, my legs involuntarily opened a little wider, making more room for Ivan’s cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling the good heat from my touch mingle with the shock of pressure his giant member pulsed through me. My whole body felt tender and vulnerable. Every nerve was on fire. “Ivan,” I whispered, and circled my clit again like I had in my video. Goosebumps rippled over my body.
“Good girl, Julie,” He said, his voice gruff. He was carefully balancing above me, bracing himself on his arms. I tried to open my legs a little more, and as he sank in deeper he groaned. He slowly fed more of his cock into the tiny hole, stretching me, adding to the tension on my clit. “Uhhh,” he said, and dipped down to lick my breasts. I arched my back, giving him freer access. My nipples were raw, but it felt good when his mouth was on them. Ivan kissed each one in turn, making the pink buds stand on end, then trailed hot kisses over my collar bone. I felt him kiss my neck and rubbed my clit even harder. My tight pussy pulsed with overwhelming sensations--I felt a strange contraction down there and heard Ivan hiss. His eyes met mine. “My beautiful Julie,” he said softly, and kissed my lips.
I came instantly. Hard waves of heat and electricity erupted from my clit, sweeping over my flesh. “Oh Ivan!” I bucked into his thrust as he sank so deep inside of me I felt his balls on my asshole, and the rush of pain felt good this time. I felt so full. I felt complete. Ivan pulled out and then sank back in, slowly pushing another white-hot wave of ecstasy through me; when he saw how much I loved it, he leaned back and put his weight on his knees. “Please Ivan,” I begged him, not even know what I was begging for. He easily lifted my body up so that my weight was supported by his thighs and began thrusting up into me, slowly and rhythmically opening me as I came for him.
“You take it, Julie?” Ivan grunted into my body, forcing me wider and wider. I cried out as he took me, the ripple effect from my orgasm still alive and washing over me.
“Yes Ivan!” I could, I knew I could. This is what I’d secretly been wanting the whole time. This is what I wanted without even knowing what it was. For my Ivan to fill my tight, pink pussy, over and over, until I couldn’t stop coming. I fell back against the arm of the couch and Ivan put one of my ankles over each shoulder, pumping in and out of my swollen pussy. I could tell my hole was still really tight because sometimes he had to push hard, and the force made me cry out; sparks shot through my whole body as he shoved past the resistance, and I moaned, preparing to cum again at full strength. My breasts were shaking up and down, up and down, faster and faster as Ivan fucked me, and I realized he was going to cum deep in my body. I could feel him getting even harder and thicker, my slick juices making his entry easy even if the tight walls enveloping him were squeezing. He grabbed me by my shoulders, holding me tight, and fucked me so hard my back hurt--one time, twice, then three times, all the way in until his cock was splitting me in two. I felt the hot fluid filling me inside and gasped as another wave of orgasm rushed through me from my spine to my pussy; Ivan groaned, filling me with his sticky cum.
“My beautiful American girl,” he said again, letting go of my body. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and looked down at me, kneeling between my legs. “My liybimaya.” My breasts were pointed tips, my chest red and cheeks flushed. I took a deep breath, feeling his cock still embedded deep inside of me.
“Thank you Ivan,” I whispered. He pulled me into his lap again, cradling me in his strong arms, and stroked my cheek. I let him spoil me with soft caresses, my whole body swollen from our adventure. Sticky, white fluid leaked out of my raw flesh, mixing with my own juices. I was almost ashamed, but also kind of proud.
“Do you understand? The promise? I have kept mine,” his voice was stern but soft; I knew now whenever I heard Ivan’s voice sound like that, it was going to make me wet. “You must keep yours, my Julie.”
I just sighed in response. Ivan exhaled, kissed my forehead, and leaned back against the couch.
I already knew what I was going to do.
If this was what sex was like… I wanted more of it. With the man I loved. And I knew I could make him love me enough to escape this marriage. I just knew it.
I just had to convince him—and the rest of the Russian mafia—I was right.