Give Me More (6 page)

She moaned.

He grunted. “So. Fucking. Good.”

One second they were kissing, and the next she felt the chill of the air move along her exposed mouth as he stepped away. He was breathing hard, his massive chest rising up and down as he stared at her.

Zoey brought one finger to her lips and lightly laid it on her bottom one, feeling the flesh tingle where Sergei had just been fucking her.

And that’s exactly what he’d been doing to her mouth. Fucking it.

Before she knew what in the hell was going on, he had his chest pressed to hers again. “I wanted to go slow, to take my time with you, but fuck, I can’t, Zoey.” He gently pushed her against the side of the house again and pressed his mouth over hers once more, this time with abandon, heat, and determination.

It was a pleasure so intense she couldn’t even contemplate how the sex would be with him. And she wanted to have sex with him right now, right here.

Tilting his head to the side and pushing his tongue back into her mouth, he fucked her there. Sergei moved his tongue in and out, ran it along the interior, and groaned deeply. Vibrations from his chest went straight into her body.

“Tell me you want more,” he said harshly against her mouth.

“I want more,” she said without thinking, without worrying about anything else.

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip before sliding it gently against the seam of her mouth, urging her to open for him again. Zoey couldn’t deny him. She didn’t want to. Opening her mouth and accepting him in was just the tip of what she wanted to do with him. And when his tongue ran along hers she greedily sucked on his.

He growled—actually growled.

So many other sensations and emotions filled her. Sergei was thrusting against her belly in steady movements, pressing his hard dick into her, and making her pussy clench with the need for something thick, big. The rhythm of his rock hard dick rubbing against her made Zoey thrust her chest against his, wanting to feel every hard part of him on her body. Even through his slacks she felt the length of his dick.

He was huge.

Sergei broke away from her mouth and trailed slow kisses down her chin and to the hollow of her neck. His tongue left a path of fire on her flesh. He sucked at her throat, gently at first, but added more pressure. And when he thrust his hard cock against her belly again, Zoey couldn’t stop her gasp of pleasure.

“I want so much more, but I’m a patient man if that’s what you need,” he murmured against her neck.

He breathed heavily, but she knew he was still in control. Sergei flexed his fingers against her hips, and she liked the pressure, wanted more. He thrust his erection against her again, his cock monstrous, thick, and long. Butterflies filled her belly, she was soaked between her thighs, and despite common sense telling her she should stop this, she had no intention of doing that.

Zoey rested her head against the side of the house, everything inside of her relaxing. She found herself thrusting her chest out and pressing it against his hardness.

He made her feel so feminine.

“God, the things you do to me,
Myshka
.”

His voice was husky, deep, and it felt like little fingers moving along her entire body.

She could feel how wet she was, how soaked her panties were. It was all because of Sergei, because of what he did to her. And every time he spoke, every time she heard his rough accent, her pussy muscles clenched fiercely, needing something only he could give her.

“
Myshka
.” He leaned in an inch more. “Little mouse, the things I want from you … want to do to you.”

She shivered at the feel of his warm, cinnamon smelling breath moving along her lips. He leaned his head to the side, and before she knew what was happening she felt his hot tongue moving along her neck.

She moaned when she felt him nip her neck.

“You smell incredible.” He ran his tongue over her flesh again. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head, but then found her voice. “No,” she managed to say.

His response was a deep, serrated growl.

Zoey didn’t know what was happening right now, but she did know she didn’t want it to stop. It had been too long since she’d had these emotions, sensations, moving through her. The way Sergei made her feel had every negative thing that weighed her down lifting, even if only for this moment.

****

Fuck, she felt so good, and he didn’t want to stop. Any other female he’d already have her bent over, hands braced on the brick, and his cock shoved in their pussy. But Sergei was taking his time with Zoey, exploring her mouth, feeling her body tremble for him.

He had kissed her like a man starving, like he’d never get enough.

I won’t.

Sergei moved his mouth down her throat and started licking and sucking at the base.

All
he could smell was the sweet scent of Zoey.

All he could feel was the way her pulse beat right under his tongue.

Sergei was a dangerous man right down to his marrow, cold-hearted on the best of days, and had never been one to be sweet. But with Zoey he wanted to be gentle with her, wanted to go slow, and make this good for her. He was a bastard through and through, and wasn’t ashamed to admit the women he’d been with had just been in his life for one reason.

And that reason only lasted a few hours at a time, tops.

But he didn’t want to just fuck Zoey—although he could have driven nails through steel for how hard he was right now. He wanted to lay her down on his bed naked, and have her spread her legs for him so he could look at what he owned.

She breathed out harshly, and he loved he was under her skin, that she couldn’t even control her respirations.

He could have taken her right here, but she deserved better. Gritting his teeth and forcing himself to move back, Sergei cupped the side of her face. Her cheeks were red, her mouth parted, and her pupils dilated.

Leaning into her ear, he said softly, “You don’t know it yet, but you’re mine.”

“God,” was her strangled response.

“Do you want me?”

She nodded her answer.

“Where do you want me?” He slid his hand down her neck, along her collarbone, and stopped right above her breast. She started breathing harder, if that was even possible. Her tits were big, her nipples stabbing through the material of her shirt. “Show me where you want me to touch you, where you want me to make you feel good.” He leaned back an inch and looked into her face, their mouths perilously close again.

“You know where I want you,” she whispered.

He smirked. Yeah, he knew where she wanted him, but Sergei wanted to hear her say it. “Take my hand,
Myshka
, and put it where you want me.” He ran his tongue over her pulse point and felt it jump under his touch. She then grabbed his hand and started to lower it between their bodies.

Fuck, she was hot. His cock was rock hard, and he probably could have come right in his slacks if he didn’t have ironclad self-control.

She placed his hand on her lower belly, and he could tell she was nervous. He liked that innocence about her.

“Open your thighs for me,” he whispered.

She did as he said and then finally placed his hand between her legs, right over her pussy. The skirt she wore was on the longer side, but he gathered the material and pulled it up. Slipping his hand under the fabric, he covered her panty-covered pussy. A harsh groan left him, and he rested his head on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and breathed out roughly.

“God, you’re so damn wet, Zoey.”

“I know,” she said, her voice tight, but filled with heat.

“Is this wetness all for me, baby?” He started rubbing his fingers gently, lightly, over her pussy. He felt her shake.

“Yes.”

He shifted so he was more beside her, and pressed his erection against her side, needing that pressure. His balls were drawn up tight, his cock ready to explode.

“You want me to touch your bare pussy?” Even he could hear how thick his accent was getting, his English starting to become harder to understand for how aroused he was.

She placed her hand over his, and then pulled the side of her panties away, pushing his fingers against the most intimate part of her.

“
Christ
,” he gritted out. Sergei started rubbing her bare pussy lips, her wetness soaking his fingers. His cock jerked hard, demanding. He needed to be with her, needed to claim her. “You want me inside of you?”

She didn’t answer for a second, and he leaned back to look at her, still rubbing, still making her feel good. “Do you want me
in
here,” he said and gently pushed one of his fingers into her pussy hole.

Her mouth opened on a silent cry, and he slanted his mouth on hers thrusting his tongue inside the warm, sweet depth. He fucked her between the lips with his tongue at the same time he fucked her pussy with his fingers. “Tell me,” he said against her mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I want you in me.”

He cursed and pulled his fingers out of her, lifted them up so she could see how wet they were, and then sucked the digits clean. He groaned, staring right in her eyes, and feeling pre-cum dampen the front of his slacks. Sergei pulled the fingers free and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her again and forcing her to taste herself.

Sergei wanted her inside the house, wanted her body laid out for him, privacy giving him the opportunity to do with her as he pleased. He’d make her come, have her scream out his name, and she wouldn’t think about anything but being with him. He meant it when he said he’d protect her, that he’d make the motherfucker that hurt her pay with blood and his life.

She was his, and he’d make Zoey understand what that meant.

Chapter Nine

Sergei knew he couldn’t have stopped himself even if he’d wanted to. He was too hard for Zoey, needed her too much, and she was ready and willing.

His life had always been going in fast-forward, and he’d taken what he wanted, that is when it wasn’t just handed to him. But with a female he’d been rough and raw, fucking her without any emotional attachment. He’d used them as much as they used him.

But with Zoey it was different. It felt different.

He shut the front door, and she turned and looked at him, her breathing still haggard, her desire coming off of her in waves. Sergei moved forward and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his hand around her nape, pulled her forward until he had his mouth on hers. She felt so fucking good pressed to him, her body soft where his was hard.

“I want you,” he said on a groan, and her response was a breathy moan. “I want to make you mine.” He knew she wouldn’t understand how much he meant those words. Hell, things were going fast, what he felt was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and Sergei wasn’t going to let this go.

He wasn’t going to let
her
go.

She needed someone like him in her life, or at least that’s what he told himself, trying to make this situation better. He knew he was a bastard, a motherfucker of the worst kind. But with her he’d protect her until he drew his last breath. He’d make sure anyone that thought about touching her, that even looked at her the wrong way wouldn’t breathe after the fact.

She was his, the same as he was hers.

Those are dangerous thoughts.

“Let’s go to my room,” she said, and he wasn’t about to prolong this anymore.

Going slow was so fucking overrated, especially when it came to Zoey.

She led him down the short hallway and into her bedroom. It smelled like her, fresh and clean, with a hint of lemons.

He still had hold of her hand, and spun her around so she was facing him again. Sergei didn’t bother with shutting the door. They were alone, and in her room. That’s all that mattered.

Zoey rose on her toes and started kissing him, and he let her lead, let her take this one moment of control. For his entire life Sergei had been the one that called the shots, had the power. To have this fragile, innocent women pulling at him, as if she wanted to crawl in his kiss, had this different kind of pleasure filling him.

It was like something opened up in her, like she found her own strength. She speared her hands in his hair, tugged at the strands, and made these small noises in the back of her throat.

He fucking loved those sounds.

“Make that again for me,” he said, holding her close, letting her have the control.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she obliged him, making that soft, sweet moan that had his cock jerking behind his fly. Sergei wanted her to surrender every part of herself to him, wanted her to know that this was it, that he’d give her everything. She felt good in his arms, really fucking good, in fact. Once he had claimed her, fucked her and let her know she was his, Sergei was not going to let her walk away.

Don’t frighten her. She’s been through a lot.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet from their kissing.

“I’m scared of how I feel.”

He could see on her face that honesty was hard for her to get out.

“You have nothing to fear from me,” he said, hoping to reassure her.

She looked at his lips, and he couldn’t hold back the groan and the arousal reflected back at him. “I feel like I should have this foreboding sensation given my past … and your life. But I don’t,” she whispered the last part. “This feels so right.”

Yeah, it fucking did.

“Does it feel good, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He wanted to hear her say it.

She nodded, and he moved his thumb along her cheekbones, reveling in the way her skin was so soft. “This feels so good to me, Zoey. You feel really fucking right in my arms.” He ran his tongue along her lips, swallowing the sound that came from her. “How can something that feels so right be wrong?”

“I feel I might be damaged because of what happened, because he’s still out there.”

“The only thing that matters is the here and now. Don’t worry about the rest right now.” He cupped the side of her face, his hand spanned from her jawbone to her temple. She was so damn small compared to him.

“I’m worried he’s still out there and will come for me. I don’t want you involved in that.”

He could have smiled for how concerned she was for him. Even with the fact she knew who and what he was, Zoey was worried for him.

No one worried about him.

He gripped the base of her skull possessively. “I hope he does come, because it’ll make hunting him down easier,” he said and leaned down to kiss her softly. “I’m going after him regardless, going to make him pay. If he’s foolish enough to come for you, then that’ll be the last time he opens his eyes.”

“You must think I’m ridiculous for thinking you’d need protecting from the likes of him,” she said softly.

She really had no concept of the type of man he was. But he supposed that was a good thing. He didn’t want her involved in the shit he dealt with. He wanted to protect her from everyone else, but also from the fucked up shit he did in life.

“I don’t.” He wanted to say so much more, to tell her she should run the other direction from him, that he was dangerous, more deadly than some motherfucker that had hurt her … that would die by his hands sooner rather than later. But he was also a selfish bastard, and he wasn’t going to tell her to leave, to go as far from him as she could, even if that would have been what was right for her. “I came to America to do one job, but I find myself falling hard for you,
Myshka
.”

For the first time in his life he was expressing his emotions. It felt good.

The silence stretched between them, and in that short time the air heated further. The chemistry was electrified between them, and he knew things were about to get even more intense.

She stared at him for a second, and he wondered if she’d finally come to her senses and realize he was not for her, that his life was too dangerous. He would fucking hate it, but he also wouldn’t have stopped her from going.

The fuck I wouldn’t.

Who the hell was he kidding?

“I can’t let you go,” was all he said before
she
was the one to slant her mouth on his. “Trust me to do right by you, even if this is fucking crazy all around,” he murmured, grabbed her hair, and tilted her head back, baring her throat. He stared down at her face, saw her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated. And when he watched her tongue poke out and run along her bottom lip, as if she needed to taste his kiss, he let the beast free.

Sergei kissed her again and again, hard, consuming kisses that sucked the breath from her and had her gasping out against him.

“I’m tired of being afraid, of not taking my life back,” she seemed to say to herself. Zoey then kissed him with more need and desperation.

Their tongues slid against each other. It was full of heat, full of passion. He was hard,
so
fucking hard for Zoey he couldn’t even think straight. Hell, he was surprised he didn’t have her on the bed with his cock in her already.

Sergei ground his erection into her belly to ease the ache, but all that did was make him impossibly harder. He felt this need for her that took control, that twisted him up inside. It was a need that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls deep inside of her. It was also a desire to own her, to make her irrevocably his.

Zoey was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest, moaning against his mouth. Sergei moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt. He wanted her naked, wanted her nude body bared for him, spread out for him.

“You want this?”

She nodded her response.

He had the shirt off of her in seconds flat, all but tearing it from her body. And when he pulled her up against his chest again she gasped.

The sound was like angels fucking singing.

“God, Zoey baby, I could devour you right now until there wasn’t anything left, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” He forced the words out. “It’ll never be enough.” He took the bra off next, and looked down at her breasts. His dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Her skin tightened further, the peak a dark rose color. His mouth watered, his heart thundering.

Over and over he pulled at her nipple, alternating between her breasts until she was gasping, and thrusting her chest out for more.

The skirt she wore needed to go, too. He moved his hands to the hem of the material, but stopped and started kissing her more possessively once again. Sergei felt feral when it came to her. He wanted to mark her body so anyone that looked at her knew she was his. He wanted her screaming out his name when he filled her with his cock.

“I need you fully naked. I need to be inside of you, Zoey.”

“Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind that he felt down to his bones. It was the kind he wanted more of.

In one swift move he tore his clothes away until he was bare-chested. He pulled her close to him, wanting to feel her nude flesh against his. Reaching between them he cupped her breasts while he licked and sucked at her mouth. He squeezed the mounds until she was rocking back and forth against his erection, digging her belly into the hard length. He was nearly coming from that alone.

“I need more, Zoey.” Sergei was already near his breaking point. Moving his hands lower, he tore at her skirt, pushed her panties down, and cupped her pussy. She was wet, soaking for him.

“God, Sergei,” she said on this hot little breathy moan.

He rubbed his finger through her slit, but wanted to touch all of her, memorize every inch of her body. Sliding both of his hands behind her, he cupped her ass. He continued to kiss her as he held the big globes in his hands, his fingers seeming to clench around the flesh

“
Christ
,” he gritted out. “I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and said in a guttural voice, “For as much as I want foreplay, I need to be inside of you, baby.”

She shivered after he spoke, and that was a good fucking reaction to have for what he wanted to do. “I need you inside of me.”

And then he was done, just fucking done because he had to have her right now.

****

It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of her Sergei. He possessed every inch of her, made her feel like there wasn’t anything else that mattered than this moment, and God, did that make her feel so good.

His body was hard, ripped. Every inch of him was rippling with muscles, and despite the fact he still wore his pants, the hard outline of his huge cock could be felt clearly through the material. While holding her ass, he turned them around and walked her backward until the wall stopped her movements. He pressed her against the chilled wallpaper and then moved his hand between their bodies.

“I wanted to go slow, treat you right.”

She shook her head, her breaths coming in hard pants. “I don’t want slow. I need this.”

He started undoing his pants, and before she knew what was happening they were both naked. Sweat covered her entire body, but it was the good kind of perspiration, the kind that told her she was worked up.

Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt right, so damn right. What was so wrong with wanting something for herself?

Nothing. There isn’t anything wrong with this. Shut the hell up with those thoughts.

And she did. She pushed those negative thoughts right out of her head and just
felt
.

“Touch me,” he said on a long, deep groan.

She reached between them, grabbed his cock, and gasped.

He was huge. She might have guessed as much by the feel of him pressed against her belly, but actually holding all of his flesh, feeling how thick he was, how long, her entire body could have melted into a puddle right then and she wouldn’t have cared.

He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this.

There was no turning back.

“That’s it, baby.
Fuck
. You’re so damn receptive to me, so primed.” He groaned against her neck.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “I want you so fucking badly.” He started thrusting against her pussy. The feel of his hard cock against her slick folds had a gasp leaving her.

“
Please
.” Zoey didn’t know what she was saying please to, just that she needed him to continue. She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill every part of her, and have the world fade away.

And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.