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honey coats his shaft and covers his balls. That hefty sac of his slapping against me wetly now as he keeps me pinned beneath him, manipulating my legs as his cock throbs, swelling out and stretching me as he moans.
    “Mmph,” he groans, “your tight little cunt was made for wrapping around my cock, you screaming beauty.”
    I feel like I’m on drugs, the rush of his body taking me to new heights. His words tease me higher, and I’m squirming like a girl as each pulse, each thrust, sends a delightful aftershock through me.
    Sex has never been like this before. I never dreamed it could be.
    “Oh god , Mikhail,” I gasp, my throat raw from all my screaming, my mind emptied of everything but him. “You’re amazing!”
    His steely body is like a freight train, and just works with such fierce precision. He pounds me through my climax, blasts the fog from my head as I squeal and moan atop his manhood. One of those thick, bulging biceps pushes into the base of my spine as he lifts me, still jackhammering into my raw pussy.
    “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to protect you…fuck you…breed you,” he growls into my ear before biting into my neck. “If you stay, that’s what’ll happen to you, kotika .”
    It’s crass and dirty, and I’m hungry for more.
    My head tilts to the side, giving him access to my slender neck, the skin there so delicate as he marks me as his own. Hours ago, all I could think about was getting away, but now I know I really want to run from my feelings. From my dangerous attraction to this killer.
    I can feel my own body overheating, so hot as the perspiration builds between us and my breasts bounce, gleaming in the light as we rut. His Russian curses tickle my ears as he swells within me, and the mat strains beneath us.
    He pushes me back down into the mat, pinning me down beneath his powerful arms and battering me with that thick trunk of a dick.
    “You’re not done yet,” he promises with a gravelly husk, “you’re going to come on my cock one more time before I finish in you.” And it’s a promise he plans to deliver on as he reaches a thumb towards my clit, ready to torture that poor bud.
    I’m already so overwhelmed with sensations, but he makes me feel so dirty. I want more, like a hedonist, and my hand grasps his, pushing him down harder. But then, before I can even get close, his free hand grabs my wrist, pinning it to the mat above me, all without skipping a beat.
    His weight presses down upon me and our bodies writhe in unison as my slickness lets his fingers glide over my throbbing clit. We’re making a mess on the mat, my juices running down between my thighs and over his heavy sac.
    But he doesn’t care, he’s enraptured with me, forcing his eyes open to soak me in as he tweaks my clit, circles it, prods me to new heights beneath him. He’s pounding so hard and fast it’s blinding, and I watch as his broad jaw clenches and his dick swells, stretching me wider, making it twinge and hurt a little.
    “Come for me, little kitten, or you’ll be so sore you’ll not walk for weeks,” he growls in threat.
    And his words... Those dark, dangerous words spoken in that delicious accent...
    That’s the final nail in my coffin. My pussy tightens around him, milking him, knowing full well the risk I’m taking and how stupid I’m being, but needing it all the same. Good girls don’t get knocked up by killers. Good girls don’t take risks with dark and mysterious men they don’t know.
    So maybe I am a little bit bad, deep down, and he’s just teasing it out of me. Along with a whole bunch of explosive pleasure.
    His neck tenses as he watches me, and as I scream out again, he pummels me with his cock, swelling inside me as he barrels his way towards his own finale. This ruthless, cold-hearted killer, all muscle, sinew, and murderous-intent, holding me as he hammers into my pussy.
    “You’re going to take it,” he growls, and that thick, battering ram of a cock