Leonid Unstoppable

by May Ball, Alice

  Her voice is breathy, hesitant with anticipation. I keep my eyes on her and kick the door. It slams shut behind me. I take a step toward her.

  “Konstantin, I…”

  Her lips are parted, and I hear a faint sigh escape from her, like a shot of silk, pulled between two fingers.

  The scent of her is making me wild. I take her by the throat. Pull her to me. Her eyes glisten and widen.

  “You want this?” my voice is harder than I want it to be, “I have to know.”

  She nods. Her chest trembles and her voice skips. “I want this, Konstantin. I want you.” She moves nearer, “I want you to do what you want with me.”

  “I need you.” I surprised myself. I never said that to anyone before. It was never true. I’m conscious of looming over her like a big, wild animal. And I’m closer to letting go of my normal restraint. Letting my inner animal off the leash. Unchaining him.

  Parker stretches her lips up to my mouth to take a kiss. Long. Hot. And savage. Her hands run all over me. Clawing. Gripping. Squeezing. Her pelvis rocks against me. My whole life feels like it’s on a ledge. All that I need is her.

  “I’m going to claim you. Take you. Make you mine.”

  She makes a slow nod. The tremble in her breath flutters warm against my chest. Her voice cracks as she says, “Yes.”

  She sighs and lets out a squeal as I grab her ass and lift her. I raise her up, so I can lick and suck her breasts through the T-shirt. So I can shove the bib of her overalls aside. Flick her nipples and spin my tongue around them, sucking and nibbling at the same time.

  Her buds swell and harden in my mouth and she moans as I pull her tighter to me. Her fingers claw in my hair and her legs wrap around my trunk. Her back rocks and saws her soft, hot pussy against my abs. The softness of her ass against my pelvis sets my pulse to race and hammer off the scale.

  “You’re going to be mine. Completely. In every way.”

  “Yes.”

  Her nails scrape down my shirt, over my ribs and my back. I squeeze’s her ass with both hands to pull her harder against me. “For ever.”

  “Yes, Konstantin. Forever. Completely.”

  She holds and squeezes my shoulders. Runs her hands over the muscles in my arms.

  When her fingers slip inside my shirt, when her skin is on mine, that first touch lets off a clap of silent thunder inside me.

  After I take another long, deep kiss, I put her back on her feet. Spin her around. Grab her chin with one hand. Pull her face to mine so I can kiss her. Keep my tongue in her mouth while my other hand goes around her waist. Into the front of her overalls. Down the soft white tee-shirt. Down to the hot, peach fuzz of her skin. Down to her thin, sheer panties.

  The tight fabric is hot. And drenched. She shudders as I finger her curves. I push my hand down, down to feel the milky-soft insides of her thighs. Reach below, around and back to the thrilling soft flesh of her ass. Holding her like that, I rub my cock, hard, against her denim pants. She shakes and shoves her ass hard against me.

  “Yes, oh, fuck, yes! Yes, Konstantin.”

  She reaches back. My hand is underneath her, between her legs. I press upward. Kiss her more violently.

  She moans and she bends forward. She lifts her feet off the floor so all her weight is in my hand. As I wait for her to put her feet down again, she rolls her hips and twists her back, grinding hard in my hand. Her juices run hot and thick over my palm.

  She gasps when she catches sight of us in the big mirrors. Her fingers scratch and grab at my pants, rubbing hard against my cock.

  My finger is in her mouth while we kiss. Her teeth close on my finger and bite down.

  As her feet drop back to the carpet, I keep my hand covering her pussy. Her juices gush. Pulling my hand up from her crotch, I lift it to my face, in front of hers. And I lick it. One taste of her dark, sweet honey makes my chest swell and all my muscles buzz and zing.

  “So that’s how you fucking taste, little fucking stowaway.”

  With a savage look in her eyes, she licks my palm. Takes nips of my hand with her teeth before she licks my palm again, hard.

  “Yes, you big thug. That’s what I fucking taste like.”

  I pull the straps of the overalls down over her arms. Tug the pants straight down to the floor. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of the heap. She’s wearing nothing now but the white cotton tee-shirt and her thin panties, soaked transparent.

  I pick her up and sling her onto the middle of the huge, soft bed. Before she can move, I grab her hips. Plunge my face between her thighs. Her legs kick but I hold her down.

  I kiss and lick up the insides of her thighs. Flick my tongue along the folds where her thighs meet her lovely ass. Then I trace the edges of her panties. Her hips tremble and vibrate as I blow on her wet folds.

  I wait until her hips twist. Then I take my first taste of her pussy. First, I slip my tongue inside her panties. Take a lick over her mound and down the length of her channel. Then bring it back to spin around the hood of her clit.

  She shakes and convulses as I start to suck. Pushing my lips against her hood, around her bean. Then teasing and trilling her little bud with the tip of my tongue.

  She rocks and shouts. My fingers sneak and slide up inside her and her hips buck. My other hand kneads and squeezes her tits.

  Her hips pivot into my face. She’s hungry. Needy.

  From between her thighs, I look up into her widening eyes. She looked enraged. Desperate.

  So my breath fans her pussy, I tell her, “I think I’ll have to hold you down, little wild stowaway.”

  She closes her fists, with her fingers tight in my hair. Pulling. Hard.

  “Just you fucking try, Russian thug.”

  I lick and lap and suck from her lips and her swollen flower.

  My silk shirt is getting drenched with her pussy juice.

  Her pelvis flicks as I jam my tongue all the way up inside her. I press, and stretch, wriggle it, teasing at the highest of her folds with the pointed tip, stretching my mouth to get farther in. The velvet walls of her pussy tug and cling around my tongue as my lip scrapes the base of her clit.

  I hold and squeeze the cheeks of her ass. Hearing her moan, tasting her juice, my cock is stretched rigid, aching raw. My balls are hard as iron, painful, in need of release.

  Her ass clenches, and I lick and suck on her faster.

  Currents of trembling roll through her stomach and flutter down the insides of her thighs. I pull her into my mouth more.

  What finally tips her over the edge is my deep chuckle, vibrating into her while I suck on her clit.

  Her head and shoulders lift, her chest and neck are tight, flushed red. Her hair is wet, plastered in streaks around her face. Her breasts swell, and she smells of sweat and lust.

  Her mouth moves, and she’s trying to speak. I grip her with my thumbs at the tops of her thighs, where they join the cheeks of her ass. She gasps and her juices burst into her panties. Spill out the sides. Into my mouth. Overflowing around my lips.

  Her hands stretch out to me.

  Her eyes are wide, wet and pleading. She moans, “Please, give me your cock. Konstantin. Please.”

  I take one more long, suckling taste of her hot, swollen wet petals. As I drag her wet panties down and off, I watch her face.

  When I’ve kicked off my shoes. I move to kneel up over her. Looking down into her eyes, I rip my shirt open. Buttons pop and fly in all directions. She grabs my belt. Yanks it open. Drags down the zipper on my pants.

  She licks her lips. Her two hands take hold of me through my shorts. She heaves up to sit, staring, intent on the bulge of my shaft pulsing behind the silk. Her fingers move to trace the length. God. And she feels the thickness and the heat before she squeezes it. Hard.

  “It’s so fucking hot.” Her eyes are wide and her lips part. “And so fucking thick.”

  She looks up at me as she squeezes.

  “I wonder if I can get it in my mouth.”

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sp; “You can get it in your throat.” I grab her hair. Her eyes flash.

  “You might need to help.” She pulls down the front of my shorts and it pops out. I never saw it so big or so fat before. It bounces in front of her face, and she smiles in a way that makes it twitch even harder. Then she grabs it with both hands. She opens her mouth. Wide. Slides her lips along, pressing her tongue against the underside. My hips shake.

  She pulls back her head and looks up at me, hungry, “Easy, Tiger.”

  Then she purses her lips and stretches them over the width of my hard shaft. She takes me all the way into the back of her throat, then pulls her head back to pop it out. She stares down at the thing in amazement.

  “It’s huge. It tastes so fucking hot.”

  Then she goes to work on it. As she sucks, plunging her mouth farther and deeper for a long suck each time, it feels like a nest of fireflies burst in my groin. I shake and shudder as she drags her mouth deeper, and sucks, soft and wet as she pulls back.

  My pants drop down to my knees. Her nails rake into the cheeks of my ass. My shorts are getting wet from her mouth.

  Faster now, she pushes to get me into the back of her throat. Lightning tingles spark up and down the insides of my thighs.

  “I’m so fucking glad I never settled for another woman.”

  Her laugh shakes along the ridges of my cock and it makes me shudder. I reach up and pull my own hair, trying to distract myself. Coming in her mouth would be wonderful. But not now. Not this time.

  I need to focus. I need to make her mine. I need to claim her.

  And I want to make babies with her.

  She squeezes me in the top of her throat. I’m to the point where I really have to hold back. I try to think of something else, to distract my mind. But whatever I can think of, it becomes unbearably sexy.

  With my cock buried all the way into her mouth, and her tongue teasing the edge of my balls, anything that I can think of, images of teddy bears, waving blades of grass, cold showers, great moments in soccer, everything I can imagine turns red hot sexy.

  Panting, I drag her face off my cock.

  She’s on fire. Licking her lips. “I haven’t finished.”

  “I haven’t started.”

  I bend and slap her ass. She jumps up to throw her arms around my neck. She kisses me like her life depends on it.

  Now we’re tasting each other, as my cock slips between her thighs. The back of it scrapes against her lips. the top, the wide flat part, scratches over her clit.

  She moans. I can feel little rivers of clenching, buzzing through her stomach as she closes her thighs to hold my cock a little tighter.

  We kiss, long, wet and deep. Wild and fierce, I grip her ass cheeks and pull her closer. Her breasts are flattened, crushed against my chest.

  I move my hips to rub the back of my cock between the base of her clit and opening. She pulls her thighs tighter, trying to stop me. She’s going to come again, and she wants to hold it back.

  But I won’t let her. I want that. I’m going to drag her up that hill, one long stroke at a time, then I’m going to hold her, tight. Hold her until the pressure until it’s too much to hold. Until she’s ready to burst. Then she flips, tumbling over the edge.

  As she gasps and cries out, digging her nails into my flesh, I slap her ass.

  Her orgasm rolls and repeats. Over and over. My fingers spread her lips and her hood, keeping the pressure going. I squeeze her breast, run the fingers of my other hand over her face, down her neck. And through her hair. Pulling in her hair.

  With a long, loud, rasping sigh, she falls back onto the bed.

  Her arms and legs spread wide. She is shuddering, trembling all out.

  Quickly shaking off my pants and shorts, I take a moment to get rid of my socks. I spread her thighs wide and lift her knees.

  The underside of my cock drags over her lips and presses her. I pull it back, drop the head into her opening.

  She moans and reaches up to my neck. Her hands run, grabbing down my ribs. She’s trying to reach for my ass.

  I slip down onto my knees, sliding my thighs either side of her ass. My cock slips inside her entrance.

  Her eyes pop open. She looks up into my face. Something passes between us that’s more than words.

  As I plunge deep inside her, I dive down to take her with a kiss.

  And another.

  And another and again and again.

  Chapter 15

  Her

  HE KISSES ME SOFTLY, slaps my ass, and bursts my world open as he slides in to pierce me and stretch me wide. I wrap my legs and arms around him and feel his weight between my thighs, on my breasts.

  His cock lights me up inside. With him in me, we’re like a whole new being. I hold him tight, bite on his shoulder. My teeth fasten down as we start to rock harder together.

  Each stroke takes us to a new place. A new sensation.

  I’m trembling at every move. His hands on my hips make me pivot and roll. I pull my ankles higher, spread my thighs wider. Anything to get him deeper. Get more of him. In me.

  My pussy grips and pulls. It flutters and tugs.

  He’s in control, driving me, sending me. I know he’s feeling for my rhythms. Testing and tasting. Playing me, playing with me. And I play with him, but I can so easily be overwhelmed.

  Waves of sensation power through me. He pushes me, pounds me up to a plateau. Drums and beats me to a ledge of intensity. Searing tension.

  He’s so brutal and so perfectly sensitive at the same time. He knows just how to dangle me over the edge. To hold me, waiting for the waves to break. Building the pressure. Raising the heat.

  Then he bangs me like a velvet steam-hammer, just the perfect moment to make me brim, spill, then burst and cascade, crashing, splashing. Each set of waves bigger, deeper than the last.

  I’m losing coordination, shaking, wild. I want this to go on forever.

  And then, then he says, “You’re all I want. Parker. You are everything I need.”

  I know, people say stuff, right?

  I’m biting my lip. “You’re mine, now. Forever.”

  Okay, I’ll play.

  And we come. Together. Huge and magnificent. The birth of the universe.

  I have no idea how long I’m trembling in his arms after that. I only know it wouldn’t be long enough if it was all the way to the other end of the universe.

  Damn him.

  I could believe some of that stuff if I wasn’t careful.

  Then I’d cry.

  Chapter 16

  Her

  BACK IN MY TEE-shirt and workwear, he leads me downstairs to a lounge with wrap-around glass and soft leather couches.

  The twin sisters sit on opposite sides of a sunken sitting area. Svetlana is draped in white. She sits forward, listening as Tatiana describes her lunch. “My lunch that our brute of a cousin insisted I abandon because of some emergency.”