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"Don't hold back,
you know how much I like it
when you're loud."

- Sergey
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Chapter 30 - Moan My Name

▪️N A T A S H A▪️

The feel of having Sergey inside of me was unlike anything I could have ever imagined.

It hurt a little at first, but that was because I had been somewhat over-enthusiastic and thought I could just sit down on him in one go.

Yeah, no, bad idea.

Thankfully, Sergey knew what he was doing and his soft words of praise and encouragement had helped to get me through it. I could tell that he wanted nothing more than to fuck me within an inch of my life, yet he was being so incredibly patient with me.

Even though there was a dull throb emanating from my core, I wanted more of that delicious aching and the sensation of him twitching aroused me even more. I felt so full as I moved my hips in a slow circular motion and seeing Sergey briefly close his eyes and throw his head back while he let out a rough groan had my inner muscles clenching, rippling around him.

When Sergey's eyes reopened, he whispered, "Go on then, ride me..."

The deep tone of his voice caused me to visibly shudder and after taking a deep breath, I gingerly flexed my fingers against his upper chest to support some of my weight. This movement also allowed me to enjoy the feel of his hard muscles against my palm.

Biting the side of my bottom lip, I leisurely raised myself up, moaning at the feel of his thickness stretching me. When I could only feel the head of him inside of me, I paused.

Although I knew that I should take my time and ease myself into it, I could not help the fierce need I felt in wanting to fuck him. And so, without giving it another thought before being able to change my mind, I slammed myself all the way down onto him, crying out as I did so.

Sergey tensed beneath me, his breathing coming out harshly as he said, "What the hell, Nat? I should fucking spank your ass for that!"

Licking my lips, I panted, "Would you?"

I could tell that my request surprised him and as my body did its best to adjust to him being inside me, I attempted to lift my hips once more. However, Sergey's strong fingers pressed into my flesh, squeezing my hips in warning, pinning me on top of him.

"Take your time," he warned.

"Yes, Sir..." I teased, earning me a stinging smack on the ass.

Doing as commanded, I gently rocked myself on him until I could not hold back anymore. My slow movements soon increased to the point where every now and then, I would slam myself down onto him, pulling a hiss and growl from his lips. The feel of his hands gripping my legs tighter with each swivel of my hips gave me more confidence.

"Oh shit, Sergey," I murmured in amazement.

"That's it, moan my name..." Sergey encouraged before adding, "Don't hold back, you know how much I love it when you're loud."

At his words, I felt myself clench around him.

I just loved it when Sergey spoke dirty to me, there was just something about the sound of his deep melodic voice, coupled with the sexy and often depraved things he would tell me that just set my body on fire. Some women would not be turned on by such, but I was not one of them. I seemed to come alive at his explicit words.

Wanting to feel more of his skin, I lowered myself until my upper body pressed against his.

Sergey inhaled at the contact before telling me how he enjoyed the feel of my hard nipples digging into him. I all but cooed when his hands gently caressed the skin of my back, softly soothing me before his fingers moved back down to cup my ass.

Bending my knees, I spread my legs even more so that he could penetrate me a bit deeper.

I moaned out at the exquisite feeling of being so full before I started fucking him in slow, long strokes. After a few moments, I pushed myself forward a bit so that I could sit back up. Simultaneously, Sergey thrust forward to meet me, pushing down on my hips so that his entire length was once again inside of me.

Sergey was mine, I thought to myself.

After all, he had said earlier that once he came inside me, that would be it, I would be marked as his. One could have only imagined my surprise at him acknowledging that there was something more building between us and seemingly wanting to explore that.

I was definitely ready to see where things would lead us. Even if it did not develop into a happily ever after, I would enjoy everything this new journey would have to offer.

Wiggling my hips purposefully, knowing that Sergey's pleasurable grunts would follow in response, I began to move once more, enjoying the hardness I felt deep inside of me. With every small movement, I could feel the pressure of him against my inner walls.

It was then that I decided to push down harder, grinding and pressing myself into his pelvis. My clit prickled with the friction that I was creating and I could feel the tingles of my third orgasm approaching.

Not once had Sergey let up as he moved in sync with me, following my lead.

Unfortunately, during my euphoria, dark memories from my past threatened to push through and I felt my eyes sting at some of the images that unexpectedly flashed before me.

Shaking my head, I did my best to refocus on Sergey's beautiful face. However, he must have seen the angst I felt written all over me because a slight scowl slowly formed on his brow as our gazes continued to lock on to each other. Sergey's deep and penetrating stare anchored me to him as he whispered, his words caused my pores to rise.

"Stay with me..."

"Harder!" I pleaded, a tone of desperation in my voice as I added, "You said that you'd fuck me so good that I won't think of any other man, except you... Please fuck me harder, make me forget everything and everyone!"

I could feel Sergey's movements fumble as his eyes widened in realisation before he commanded, "Kiss me!"

Dropping myself onto his chest, my mouth was inches from his before he quickly closed the distance between us, kissing me so hard that all I could do was surrender myself over to him completely. I gave him everything as I became lost in his arms, lost in his lips, tongue and teeth that bit my lower lip every so often.

With this kiss, Sergey slowly eradicated the poisonous thoughts that threatened to control me.

In an almost violent motion, he wrenched his mouth from mine so that he could whisper in my ear, the feel of his teeth sinking into my lobe causing me to moan out.

"I want you to only focus on me, this, us! Do you understand?" Sergey rasped.

At the power behind his words, I found myself shivering while I nodded and before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me again. The way his mouth devoured mine had me trembling while he continued to drown me in everything that was him.

Sergey then did as I had asked and proceeded to fuck me harder. He picked up a pace that knocked the very breath out of me while I felt my body clawing its way to a release that I knew would be out of this world.

With each thrust, he replaced all those bad memories with new ones.

The feel of his body would forever be imprinted within me and I celebrated in knowing that I was breaking free of my past. I knew that it would take some time to completely rid myself of every memory, but I looked forward to making new ones while exploring more of my sexuality with Sergey.

Just thinking about all the different positions we were going to try had my heart racing.

This was what sex should be like, I thought to myself.

But deep down, I knew that what I was experiencing with Sergey was something beyond mere sex. This was two people coming together, and while our movements seemed almost animalistic, there was a depth of emotion hidden behind every touch that we exchanged.

As I focused on the pleasure building inside of me, there was a bit of uncertainty growing as my release seemed to be slightly out of reach. My arms trembled and my thighs ached as I continued to bounce on top of him.

Honestly, I did not know if I would have been able to orgasm from penetrative sex, but given the way my clit was pulsing against his pelvis with every thrust, I just knew that it was possible, even if my mind and body seemed to be fighting against each other.

Sensing my frustration, Sergey asked, "Natasha, are you alright?"

When I did not answer him, he frowned before I felt him move below me. In one smooth movement, he sat up, pulling me with him. With his back now resting against the headboard, Sergey shifted his hips slightly without pulling out of me so that now I sat even more comfortably in his lap.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me what's wrong."

Throwing my head back, I huffed out, "I don't think I can cum..."

"Nonsense, don't think about it so much. Just relax," he commanded, while bringing his left hand up to the front of my throat.

At his touch, my pussy clenched.

"There you go..." Sergey grinned while his right hand on my hip guided me up and down over him.

From this angle, he hit a spot deep inside of me that had me gasping and twitching. In response, he told me in hushed appreciative tones how wet I was and how tight I was squeezing him to which he encouraged me to slam down onto him.

I could feel how hard he was, his manhood was heavy and thick between my thighs and I revelled in the texture of him with each and every thrust.

"Holy shit, Sergey! Right there!" I stammered while gasping.

Leaning forward, he nibbled on the side of my neck while whispering, "That's it, beautiful, just focus on me and the way I'm making you feel..."

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his words helped push me closer to the edge. When I felt the fingers of his hand that had been digging into my hip slowly move between the cheeks of my ass, I could not help but cry out his name once more as he teased my puckered hole.

"One day, soon, I'll be taking you here as well," Sergey stated while tightening his grip around the front of my throat.

Damn, who would have known that the thought of him taking me in the ass would have had such a profound effect on me as the idea of such had me shattering on top of him. When my orgasm hit, it snapped something inside of me and my hands gripped on to his shoulders even more as I began to fuck him harder, not caring about how sore I would be in the morning.

My thighs shook while my eyes closed on themselves. Everything felt so damn intense!

I could hear Sergey praising me in the background while I climaxed violently around his beautiful cock. During my release, I was vaguely aware of him letting go of my throat, which only seemed to make my orgasm that much more powerful.

"I know, baby, I know..." Sergey said gently, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

As I continued to hold on to him, my nails broke through his skin just as another scream tore from my throat. Sergey grunted, but clearly did not seem to mind me marking him as he never stopped moving his hips.

My entire body would not stop quaking and my small breasts rippled with the force of him pounding into me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, and I just knew that I was making a mess which only served to turn me on even more as I knew that Sergey did not mind since he liked to fuck dirty.

I momentarily thought about stopping to lick him clean but as Sergey began to move even faster, I found myself being consumed by him once more.

With every upward thrust, I moaned out his name.

The burn in my belly seemed to flare and I was overcome with the shocking realisation that I was hurtling into another climax. I found myself being intimidated and a part of me wanted to run away from it.

"Please..." I whispered hoarsely, "I'm cumming again, I can't stop it..."

Sergey growled as he kept up his unrelenting pace, "I don't want you to stop, Natasha! That's it, keep squirting all over my cock!"

I became lost in the sensations taking over my body as his frantic strokes continued to hit all the right spots inside of me. The wet sounds of our fucking excited me even more and my inner muscles convulsed once again while Sergey continued to impale me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Sergey chanted breathlessly.

With one final thrust, I could feel him expand inside of me before the warmth of his release coated my insides. Holding me close to him, I absorbed the way his body jolted beneath me while my own body spasmed, milking every last drop from him.

I winced when he gently pulled out of me, while concurrently enjoying the feel of his semen coating my thighs.

It took us a while to catch our breath but as I looked down at him, I could not help but admire the flush against his cheeks. I smiled, knowing that his lips were swollen because of me and that his dishevelled hair were as a result of my fingers.

The more I stared at Sergey, and how beautiful he looked in the low light, the harder I found it to imagine that this man was a ruthless mobster. He looked like he belonged on the covers of magazines, not covered in blood.

Either way, I was turned on by him and even though I was sore, I could feel myself wanting him already. Shifting my weight on his lap, I began to dry hump him.

"Fucking hell, Nat, you're going to kill me..." Sergey chuckled.

"Don't die on me old man," I taunted before continuing, "I'd like us to do it at least once more before we call it a night."

Sergey's hardening cock jerked against my inner thigh as he scoffed, "Once more? That's it? I know I'm old, but I'm not that old baby..."

"I love it when you call me baby," I whispered bravely.

Suddenly flipping us over, he grinned as he looked into my eyes and said, "I know..."

Before I realised what was going on, one of Sergey's hands was reaching between my legs. He let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a grunt as his fingers became coated with our combined release.

With his eyes focused at the apex of my thighs, he murmured, "Fuck, I think that this might just be my new favourite thing."

Raising up on my elbows slightly, I asked, "What's that?"

Sergey bit his bottom lip as he used two of his fingers to gather his cum before he slowly pushed them back inside of me, the movement causing me to moan out. There was an almost possessive glare in his grey eyes as his gaze flittered between my face and my pussy.

I could not believe how turned on I was from him smearing me with his seed. It should have felt vulgar, but from the look of wonder on Sergey's face it was anything but. The sensation of him fucking me with his fingers had me widening my legs and when he began to talk dirty to me, I just lost it.

"You look so damn beautiful with my cum dripping out of you..." Sergey rumbled.

The fact that I was the first woman he had ever done such with had my body humming and the obsessive part of me silently vowed that I would be the only woman Sergey would ever have bare.

Moaning softly, I pushed myself onto his fingers, my inner muscles gripping him as I fucked myself on his hand.

"So greedy," he murmured against my lips as he leaned forward.

"Only for you," I replied.

Lifting my hands to his tattooed chest, I slowly raked my nails over his taut muscles. Sergey shivered against my touch while he settled himself between my legs. He then placed his forearms on either side of my head so as not to put all his weight on me while his hips spread my legs wider.

I loved the way Sergey handled me, it felt so nice to be truly wanted and cared for that the words were flowing out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Thank you for wanting me..."

Frowning slightly, he asked, "Why would I not?"

Biting the inside of my cheek, I quickly considered my reply, "You know... All the baggage that I come with, even though I've been working through my issues, I'm still a bit of a hot mess."

"I don't see any of those things. What I see is a survivor, and a beautiful one at that..."

The breath in my lungs momentarily choked me for I did not expect his words to hit me with such a force. Of course, I knew that Sergey did not see me as some weak and pathetic woman. But to think that he saw me as a survivor and not a victim or someone that was broken, had my eyes blurring as I looked up at him.

"But the way you found me–"

"You're so strong, Natasha, never forget that!" Sergey interjected before adding, "And if I remember correctly, when I found you, you were pointing a gun at me and I know for a fact that you would've shot me had I not reacted fast enough. Even after everything you had been through, you still had some fight left."

My face tingled at his words.

"Not to mention the fact that you've pointed a gun at my head on more than one occasion since then," Sergey huffed out.

I giggled at the way he scrunched up his face, clearly insulted by the fact.

"Hey! In my defence, those times you startled me!"

Breaking out into a grin, he countered," I know, but that last time in the parking lot, you looked so hot, I was tempted to disarm you and push you up against the nearest car."

"Should I be worried that a woman aiming a gun to your head turns you on?"

"Not a woman, you."

I let the enormity of his words sink in, while I could feel something beautiful yet indescribable grow between us. It was then that I noticed the large welts on his shoulder, beads of blood beginning to push through the skin.

"Oh shit! I hurt you!" I exclaimed.

The corner of his mouth twitched before he leaned forward to lick my bottom lip, "The sweetest pain that I've ever felt, now shut up and kiss me..."

"So rude!"

"You know you like it," he laughed before his mouth covered mine.

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A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed today's double update ❤