Sophia’s POV
“Can I kiss you?” His voice came out deep and hoarse.
Holding gazes, our breaths mingled. I could feel the tension between us rise.
I nodded, giving in to what my body craved. What my body had been craving since he joined me on the dance floor.
The car partition came up, blocking the driver’s view from the backseat.
His hand caressed my cheek, he was warm and smelled like his usual woodsy and spicy scent, it was the kind that could mesmerise you if you got too close. My whole body was aware of where he touched me like he was a magnet for my blood cells.
In a flash, his lips were on mine. One hand moved around my waist, pulling me closer to his side and his other hand went to my hair, holding it tightly.
At first, the kiss was soft and slow, then he bit my lower lips and I moaned, parting my lips for him, his tongue slipped into my mouth and he groaned. He explored my mouth with deep, sweeping strokes, making me gasp.
He deepens the kiss and sucks my tongue and I lose what little sanity I had left. I kissed him back as my life depended on it. Chasing the pleasure that rippled through me in a constant wave.
My pussy pulsates as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter just from the way he was kissing me. I wanted him to touch me so bad, stuff me up with his cock until I’m sobbing and can’t breathe. I moved my hands before I could stop myself and I palmed his trouser-clad cock.
He groaned loudly and pulled away from the kiss.
“What?” My voice came out hoarse and breathless.
“Sit on my lap,” he said huskily.
My skin grew hotter than it already was. “Why?”
“Do it, princess, you want me to touch your wet, greedy cunt don’t you?”
Fuck, I’ve forgotten how much his filthy mouth turns me on. I nodded and licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Good girl, take off your underwear,” he ordered.
I moved on auto-pilot, lifted my dress up and raised my hips to pull down the black thong I had on.
Ivan’s eyes traced my movements the entire time, he looked like he wanted to devour and I didn’t mind that at all. He could do whatever he wanted with me at this point. I was so turned on, I could feel my body shudder with the force of my arousal.
“Come here.” He tapped his thighs. “Sit with your back to my face,” he said.
I slid sideways onto his lap, his thighs hard under my legs, he quickly repositioned me firmly on his thighs, throwing my legs on the outside of his thighs. In seconds I was spread open, my body reclined against his.
He raised my dress up until my lower half was exposed. I moaned and writhed in his laps as cool air caressed my heated, swollen pussy.
“Cross your hands behind you.” When I didn’t move fast enough, he gave a light slap to the inside of my thigh. “Do it, luchik.”
Heat spread from the spot he struck me, the pain… It brought a rush of pleasure and excitement. It reminded me of the times he’d spanked me and he’d hit my breast.
Maybe I was a sick perv, but there was something about the way pain mixed with pleasure
His hand slid down until he cupped my pussy. His fingers brushed lightly over my clit and I gasped, sparks racing along my spine.
Fuck, I wanted more. If he doesn’t touch me, I might die.
“More…” I moaned.
A sharp sting to my pussy made me cry out but not in pain. Instead my pussy clenched as pleasure rippled through me.
Fuck, he’d slapped my pussy.
“You’ll take what I give you, don’t ask for more, understand?” He growled in my ear.
I nodded rapidly.
Another slap to my wet pussy. And I nearly lost my mind.
“Use your words, Princess.”
“Y-yes!”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re a dirty little slut aren’t you, you like your pussy being spanked,” he whispered in amazement.
He kissed the nape of my neck then sank his teeth into my flesh and then flicked his tongue over the bite mark. Wetness flooded between my legs, my pussy kept spasmsing, clenching around nothing.
“P-please… Please Ivan,” I begged. I didn’t mind beggging at this point. I couldn’t think straight, I felt overstimulated with pleasure, no one has ever touched and aroused me like Ivan, it’s like my body was made for him and he knew what I wanted.
Moaned out in relief as his fingers found my clit again. He rubbed it just the way I liked it, with enough pressure and rapid movement.
“Ty takoy chertovski mokryy dlya menya,” he whispered, the words, low and gravely, filling me with fire, like he’d struck a match in my stomach. I loved it when he spoke to me dirty in Russian.
Soon I was rocking my hips, seeking, chasing, grasping at the orgasm just another few strokes away, the pleasure coiling as my muscles tightened.
Fuck, yes. I needed this so badly. I liked how he’d restricted me, with my hands to my back, I wish he’d tie me down and fuck me in the same way.
All of a sudden m, he paused, his fingers sliding away, not touching where I needed them most.
What was he doing? I squirmed, trying to get him to touch me again.
“Ivan…” I whined. “I was so close.” I rubbed my ass against his very hard dick. He grunted and shifted to hold my hips still.
Then he moved his fingers along my labia, but not over the wet, swollen center that begged for friction. His free hand came up to circle my throat. “Beg for it, Milaya. I love it when you beg desperately for me.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice, I was always weak, so weak when he touched me. It was like I had no control over my movements, no willpower. I was like a bitch in heat, an animal who needed to come.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please touch me, Ivan. Make me come, please…”
“You’re not loud enough, solnyshko,” he growled.
“Please!” I said louder this time. “Ivan please, I like it when you touch me, please just touch me.”
That seemed to do the trick. He maneuvered me until my upper body was left bare and my gown was crumpled in my middle. My nipples became harder than they were.
He groaned loudly as he palmed my breasts with one hand. “Ty svodish’ menya s uma.[You drive me crazy]”
He tugged hard on my nipple and that echoed between my legs, directly in my clit. Everything was heightened, my body more sensitive and begging for a release and he seemed in no hurry to move on as he lavished attention on my breast.
Soon I was writhing, my heart racing as I panted, my arms ached from being squished up behind me, between my body and his.
He switched to my other breast and played with my nipple, between pinching, tugging and circling it in his palm.
His finger worked its way into my pussy, stretching me and I moaned. “Oh, Ivan… Ivan… fffuckk.”
The reaction earned me another finger and his thumb on my clitoris again. Tingles ran up and down my legs and I could only lie there as he did it again and again, flicking and circling my clit with his thumb while two fingers fucked my pussy, hard.
My toes curled and I could feel my orgasm build up again in my belly.
“Oh , God , keep going please. I’m so fucking close,” I told him.
“That’s is detka, I want to see you lose control. No one owns your body but me.”
I was a shuddering, mindless mess, unable to stop moaning.
Was he trying to kill me with pleasure? I didn’t mind anyway.
“Who does your pussy belong to?” He whispered in my ear.”
My voice came out breathless and unrecognizable. “You, Ivan. Only you.”
“Good, I don’t want anyone but me touching you. No one but me should satisfy your greedy pussy. Understood?”
“Fffuck, yes.” His thumb flicked my clit even fast and I tumble. My stomach bunches, my pussy clenched on his fingers…
And I fucking come. Crying, whimpering, meowing like a sluttu little kitten. While he whispered soothing words I couldn’t make out.
My body kept trembling and I was barely aware of my surroundings as he released my hands. My orgasm went on and on. I felt like I was floating.
I don’t know how long, I stayed in my head but when the fog cleared I realized the car had stopped moving. We’d arrived at our destination.
I lifted my head from Ivan’s chest, I had no memory of how I changed positions.
Our gazes locked and I’m thrilled by what he said next.
“Let’s go up, princess. I’m not done with you yet.”