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He nudges my thighs apart and rubs his fingers up and down my folds. The expression on his face tells me that he is pleased with how wet I am. He pushes two fingers inside me with no warning. I gasp and buck my hips, trying to get used to the feeling. He adds a third and I whimper at the stretch.

Slowly and with perfect aim, he curls his fingers and strokes the special spot inside me that has my toes curling. He uses his thumb to circle my clit while his fingers fuck me. It feels so different compared to when I touch myself, he does a much better job. This man really knows his way around a woman's body, he has an orgasm building at half the speed I get myself off.

He must know that I'm close because he suddenly speeds up. He moves his hand back and forth at lightning speed, fucking me with his fingers faster than he would if it were his cock. The insane pace has my eyes rolling back in my head and my climax hitting with a force so intense it makes me cry out in shock.

Czar stops only when my pussy has finally stopped pulsing around his fingers. He pulls them out and presses them against my lips. They're slightly parted as I pant and he uses that to push the digits into my mouth.

"Suck," he demands.

From the dangerous look in his eyes, I don't dare refuse him. I maintain eye contact as I suck his fingers clean. Good thing I like my own taste.

He removes his fingers from my mouth and surprises me by plunging them back into my pussy. A silent gasp escapes my lips at the sudden entry. He picks up where he left off, rubbing that spot inside of me and circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

The second orgasm comes even quicker than the first. It has my back arching and my hips raising up off the bed. It has me crying out his name and squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure crashes through me. I can hear how wet I am as he furiously fucks my pussy with his fingers. My juices drip down his fingers and he makes me clean them up again, tapping once on my lips as a unspoken order to open up.

When his hand goes down between my legs again, I start to protest, I don't know if I can handle a third. Czar ignores me completely and proves me wrong. The pleasure builds once more into a euphoric crescendo. This time, I don't open my eyes as I come down. I fall back against the pillow, dazed and spaced out from so much pleasure. A sharp slap has my eyes flying open.

I hear the sound more than I feel the smack. I look up at Czar with shock, unable to comprehend that he just slapped me. It wasn't hard, my cheek isn't throbbing or anything, but it was definitely a slap.

"Again," he orders and punishes my pussy once more.

I close my eyes and start to build towards a fourth climax. A light smack on my cheek has me opening my eyes again. Czar looks down sternly at me.

"Keep those eyes open, malyshka," he orders, his voice more soft this time. "I want to see those beautiful eyes as you cum."

Any other guy, any other situation, and I would probably smack them right back and tell them to bark their orders at someone who gives a shit. But there's something about Czar that makes it different, that makes me unbothered by it. A small, dark part of me likes the humiliation, the domination. I try not to think too hard about that. I focus on how he is making me feel, instead.

When I cum for the fourth time, Czar finally relents. He removes his boxers and I get the first glimpse of his penis. It is strikingly thick and hangs between his thighs. Despite being hard, the weight pulls it down, away from his body.

Holy hell.

I reach for his cock, wanting to feel it, but he grabs my wrist and stops me. He puts his other hand around my throat and squeezes warningly. I wait patiently for him to take over. He guides my hand to his cock and I dutifully wrap my fingers around it. His hand makes mine move up and down his shaft, making me stroke him. His eyes close in pleasure and he lets out a grunt.

I watch his reactions, I love seeing what I do to him. I squeeze his cock a bit tighter and his eyes fly open to look at me. He gives me a dark look and moves his hand from the front of my neck to the back of it. He pulls me in for a harsh, messy kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth and rubs against mine, I keep stroking his cock as we kiss.

His dick pulses in my hand and I know that he must be close because he pushes my hand away and shoves me onto my back. I just so happen to land with my legs spread and he situates himself between them. He rubs the blunt head of his cock up and down my slit, getting it all juicy and covered in my discharge.

He doesn't ask if I'm ready for him, he doesn't slowly inch his way in, he ploughs into me like he's making a home run with no looking back. I let out a whimper as he stretches me into a new shape, but my super-vagina works around his size and accommodates like a trooper.

With my hips as handholds for grip, he ruts into me like he's trying to jackhammer me to death. It's a novel technique but one that has me creaming around his cock. His short, staccato thrusts bump my cervix each time and the bite of pain mixed with pleasure is delicious.

I can't stop myself from being vocal. I moan and say his name as he fucks me hard. Czar seems to love it, though. He looks down at me with lust-filled eyes. His pupils dilate each time that I say his name.

An orgasm rips through me, its intensity leaves me panting. As soon as I've recovered, Czar flips me onto my front and practically fucks me up the bed. I move forward with each thrust until I reach his headboard and grab it for support. He rams into me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit.

I look over my shoulder at him and he gives me the subtlest of winks. I quickly whip my head back to face the headboard, my cheeks flaming for no apparent reason. I figure he must be nearing his climax because his thrusts become sloppy and messy. He even slips out of me at one point and curses under his breath.

I push back against him and clench my pussy around his cock. Czar curses again and suddenly stills. He bucks his hips in short bursts as he releases inside me. He moans my name and it is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

Spent, he falls onto my back and rests his head between my shoulder blades. I grip the headboard and take his mighty weight. Eventually, he sits up and pulls out of me. He spanks my ass, making me jump.

"Don't move," he orders.

I remain completely still for him and wait for him to come back. He wipes me up with a damp cloth. My legs are shaky as he helps me down from the bed. I use his bathroom and finish cleaning myself up. When I come back in, Czar is reclined on his bed, still bollock naked. His softening cock lies proudly across his chest, reaching above his navel. It must be nice to be that confident about your body.

He smirks at me and pats the space next to him. I shyly cross the room and crawl onto his bed. When I am close enough, he grabs me and pulls me down to lie next to him. He buries his face in my hair and takes a deep breath.

"So good," he mumbles.

I remain quiet, not knowing what to say. What do you say when you've just fucked a mob boss and now, he's sniffing your hair?

"You're staying in my bed tonight, for sure," he says. "And every night, if you want."

I snort at his comment and he gives me a stern look.

"I'm being serious."

Well, shit.

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I think I might have to write some more BDSM soon...L x