He f***s me with his fingers first, three sinking in right off the bat. “Blyat’. So f*****g wet for me.”
“Want you inside.” I squeeze his throbbing c**k in my hand, lining him up between my thighs. “I’m ready, just—”
It happens so fast, I almost come right then and there. In all the time we’ve been together, Matvey’s never taken me like this—so rough and violent. I don’t know if my display earlier has worked him up to his limit or if he’s just indulging me, but God.
He pulls all the way out, then slams back in.
Every thrust punches a wild cry from my throat. At this point, it’s useless—I can’t even remember why I’m supposed to keep quiet anymore.
“You want this?” Matvey snarls, his grip bruising on my hips. “Want me to f**k you in a dirty bathroom like a w***e?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “I
