I feel like a live wire. I’ve never been so sensitive in my whole damn life. “Matvey,” I call again, this time weaker. Wrecked in all the ways that count. “Matvey.”
Blindly, I reach for his hair. I make a fist around his roots, not to hurt, but to hold on. Otherwise, I feel like I might drown.
Matvey groans into my flesh, the sensation reverberating all the way inside me. “Blyat’, kalina.” His efforts redouble, eager to hear more broken moans from me. I’d laugh at the size of his ego, but truthfully, it’s the size of something else that’s haunting my mind right now.
I want it so bad. I want my baby daddy to flip me over and f**k me like he means it—but I also don’t want him to stop. I don’t want his mouth to leave me.
His teeth come out to play, rolling my c**t between them, and I near
