𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮

The beginning of something new part 2

boris is still laying in between my legs looking at me with stupid sexy fucking grin. "come here.", i say in a more demanding tone then i intended. he chuckles softly and crawls up me, his hands on either side of my shoulders as he hovers over me. i push him over so that he falls on his back on the bed. before he has the chance to say anything, i climb on top of him and sit right on his clothed dick. his eyes open slightly wider and his grin grows, "eager eh?", he says lifting an eyebrow and propping himself up on his elbows. i think about responding, but like i said, it's my turn to tease him. i roll my hips back and forth, letting my bare center rub against his clothed cock and let out a small moan. the grin of his face is quickly wiped away with a groan from him, "fuck", he breathes out, his eyes glued on my my movements against him. he scoots back, grabbing my hips and moving me with him as he props his back against the headboard. one of his hands disconnects from my hip and begins to reach out for my pussy. i grab his wrist quickly, still moving my hips back and forth, "not yet.", i say with a moan. when i tell you this man whines, im being dead fucking serious. he literally lets out a whine from the back of my throat as i hold his wrist back. "want to touch", he says in a desperate voice that i've never heard him use before. i chuckle softly before being cut off from another small moan that escapes my lips, "you had your fun, let me have mine.", i say back shakily. the way his bulge is hitting my clit is genuinely driving me crazy. i speed up my movements letting out a throaty moan as he returns his stray hand back to my hip, looking at me in what i can only describe as awe. his hips buck up and he groans softly, "driving me crazy.", he mumbles. i don't respond, instead i lift up from his lap. "take them off.", i say trying to sound demanding but instead sounding desperate. he nods quickly and slides off his pants in a flash, revealing his black boxers, raised up in a tent over his cock. i moan again looking down at it. he slides off his boxers as quickly as he slid off his pants, throwing them to the floor and looking back up at me. my jaw drops, like drops so hard i feel like there are weights in my mouth. it's true what they say about skinny tall boys. it's so fucking true. this man is packing. his cock rests on his stomach, and if i had to give an estimate of his size i'd say it's at least 7 or 7 1/2 inches. and holy fuck. maybe this is tmi  but i don't care, he's girthy you guys. like truly the girthiest man i've ever seen. i let my eyes trail back up to his. "boris, what the fuck.", i say in disbelief of his size. he chuckles, "yea?", he asks like he already knows my answer. i nod quickly, "yea.", i say back. "lay down.", he commands as he keeps his eyes on me. i'm not one to take orders from a man but, within two seconds i'm on my back laying beside him. he moves to hover back over me with a serious look on his face, "i go slow.", he says looking in my eyes. i shake my head, "no.", i say back instantly. he chuckles, "yes. want to feel ever inch of me go inside you.", he says dragging his cock up and down my slit. i'm in no position to argue with him. to be honest i would agree to anything this man said to me right now with the way the tip of his cock is running up and down me. i let out a moan and nod, "okay okay.", i agree frantically. he grins and nods before looking down and lining himself up with my entrance, "ready?", he asks looking back up at me. i nod my head quickly swallowing my own spit in anticipation. he keeps his eyes on me as he pushes himself in, painfully slow. he groans loudly as i gasp, letting my eyes roll back. my legs involuntarily wrap around his waist and push his full length into me. i swear i can see his eyes roll back as i let out a long moan. "oh fuck", i moan out as i keep my eyes on his. he slowly begins pushing himself in and out of me, his breath shakey. "o cholera, chcę ci wypierdolić mózg.", he mumbles out in a groan. hearing him speak polish or Russian or whatever the fuck that was only makes me moan louder. he picks up his pace slightly as he study's my face intensely. "boris that's so fucking good.", i whine out in between moans. "so tight, so perfect.", he says back to me as he groans shakily. he brings his hand down in-between our bodies as he finds my clit a circles it with his thumb gently. my back arches, i mean for real, it literally disconnects from the bed. there is no way in hell he's only been with one girl before. i moan loud, "oh fuck boris", i say in a moan. he moans loudly, his thrusts grow sharper, "want you to cum.", he says continuing to look down at me, "want you to cum so bad".

i nod frantically and let out a throaty moan, "fuck keep doing that.", i say breathlessly. he picks up the pace of the circles he's tracing on my clit, his thrusts remaining sharp and calculated. now real quick, i remind you all im not a girl who *usually* cums fast. i'm the kind of girl who needs about, 15-20 minutes of foreplay, and a good 30 minutes of fucking. that being said..... "oh fuck i'm gonna cum", i whine out as i grip his shoulders tightly. "cum, please please cum.", he says in a dominant yet begging voice. when i say i have never came harder in my damn life. i grip his shoulders even harder and let my eyes roll back as my walls clench around him. my veins feel as if someone's pumping warm water into them, and my lower stomach practically explodes. i moan loudly as i cum on his cock, "fuck!!", i yell out loud enough that theo in boris's house can hear. he studies my face, his own contorting in pleasure as his slightly smirks, "co za dobra dziewczyna", he mumbles. he thrusts into me three more times before pulling out quickly and wrapping his hand around himself and pumping himself. almost immediately he cums all over my stomach, groaning and panting. i lay and watch him, like a love struck idiot. he has never looked so beautiful. his chest moving up and down rapidly, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his hand still wrapped around himself as he hovers over me. "holy fuck", i breathe out, in a trance from the sight of him and the remainder of my high washing away. he turns his body and flops beside me, taking his hand away from himself and turning his head to look at me. "jesteś cholernie niesamowity.", he says with a disbelieving smile. i chuckle softly, "english boris.", i remind him as my breathing evens out. he shakes his head, siting up and running his hand through his black curls as he chuckles. "so amazing. you're just...amazing.", he says still looking at me. he leans down and grabs the towel i took off from my shower on the ground beside my bed. he gently wipes his cum off my stomach and kisses my softly and passionately. he disconnects from my lips a whispers against them, "i want to do again". i chuckle and sit up as he leans back, "later, i promise.", i look down at my twitching legs. he follows my gaze and places a hand over my right thigh gently as he narrows is his eyebrows, "is okay?", he asks concerned. it takes everything in me not to burst out into laughter. okay i totally believe him now, he's definitely only been with one girl. i place my hand on top of him and he returns his concerned gaze to my eyes. "it's okay, i just came really hard so im a little sensitive.", i explain to him with a soft smile. his concerned expression automatically turns into a proud expression and a smirk, "i do that, yea?", he says proudly. i chuckle deeply and nod my head, "yea". he nods his head slowly and moves his hand from my thigh to around my waist, pulling me as close as possible to him. "so beautiful lucy, so pretty", he says tracing circles with his thumb on my waist, "you taste like cherry.". i raise my eyebrow and chuckle. i lay my head on his shoulder, "im so damn tired", i say truthfully. i feel his body vibrates under my head as he laughs, "always tired.", he says back to me. well fuckin excuse me for being tired after getting absolutely undone by your cock. no no, this is a sweet moment. i nod my head and yawn, "mmm lemme sleep for a few minutes.", i say back closing my eyes. he lays back down flat taking me with him. he moves his arm from my waist to around my shoulders, pulling my head onto his chest. "sleep anioł", he says softly rubbing my shoulder. "kocham Lucy", i hear him mumbling to himself and chuckling as i drift off. the final thought i have before my dreams take over my mind? i fucking love this man.