i'm back again with more stupid word counting shenanigans!!!
as a followup to The Handsome List and The Beautiful List, i was thinking, maybe I'm just missing the words he's using to refer to people that he really fancies. Let's give Harry the benefit of the doubt. So here, i've also added in every time someone is referred to as Pretty, Gorgeous, Attractive, Lovely, or Good-Looking, and I'll add the totals to the Beautiful List and the Handsome List.
Goblet of Fire:
Pretty: Cho: 2, Cedric: 2 (1 by Seamus), Hermione: 2 (1 by Rita), Rosemerta: 1, Parvati: 1, Padma: 1, Pansy: 1 (by Rita)
Attractive: Rita: 1 (by her quill)
Good-looking: random fifth-year: 1 (by Ron)
Order of the Phoenix:
Pretty: Cho: 3, Roger Davies’ Girlfriend: 1, Patronuses: 1 (by Cho)
Gorgeous: Firenze: 1 (by Parvati)
Good-looking: Bill: 1 (by Molly), Cedric: 1 (by Pansy), Sirius: 1, Cho: 1 (by Ron)
Attractive: 0
Half-Blood Prince:
Pretty: Ginny’s neck: 1 (by a scam artist), Cecilia: 1, a girl in Ottery St. Catchpole: 1 (by George), Slytherin’s Locket: 1 (by Hepzibah), Goyle as a first-year girl: 1, Ginny: 1 (by Amycus Carrow)
Good-Looking: 0
Gorgeous: 0
Attractive: Rosemerta: 1
Deathly Hallows:
Pretty: Girls at the wedding: 1, a statue of Lily: 1, Hermione: 1 (by Fenrir Greyback), a room: 1
Attractive: Fleur’s Mother: 1
Lovely: Dudley: 1 (by Petunia)
Gorgeous: 0
Good-looking: Fleur: 1 (by Muriel), Percival Dumbledore: 1
GRAND TOTALS for NAMED people/creatures (ONLY Harry's observations) including pretty, beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, good-looking, attractive, and handsome:
(No minors. Adult content. Read at own transgression)
Tease.
A. Fucking. Tease.
The look on her face when I mutter 'What I am going to do to you' is priceless.
She doesn't even know what she is doing to me.
She is lucky if I do not park this car and take her in my backseat. She will forgive me. It is not roses and candles, or a bed, but I have already gotten her flowers.
I bet I can get her to the point where she doesn't care where I have her.
Where?
A thought hits me. I could have taken her in her room. Just a few steps from the car. So what her perverted roomate could hear. Let her touch herself to the sound of my woman's cunt getting stretched beyond her limits.
I would have had her cries echoing through the halls. I did not know I had a thing for American accents, but now, I want to hear how she sounds when I'm inside of her so deep, she can not feel anything else.
My hips accidentally buck. I mask it into a stretch. My body is impatient. It has been a long three months.
Only the thoughts of finally seducing my woman keep me from pulling the car over and breaking her into pieces.
Only twenty minutes to my house, and the only thing I can only think about is being inside the woman beside me.
My hands constrict. I feel as if the steering wheel could snap any minute. It is torture not being able to have her yet.
My eyes glance down to Grace. She's staring out the window. I'm glad she stopped covering her face, but I can tell she is still blushing. Her skin doesn't show it, but I can feel the heat coming off of her face.
So beautiful. So innocent.
Mine.
What is the words I overhear Grace and her friend say?
Intimacy...love.
Is this love that I feel? It has been a very long time since I have felt anything of semblance to that. I know I have an overwhelming urge to protect her from everything and everyone. I wish to hide her from the world so that I am the only one who can see her smile. I know I want to put my hands in those thick curls and pull her towards me. I know I want to hold her, squeeze her as tight to me as she can handle.
I think I might.
I think I love her. I know I want her. It is as if time I spend with her is making up for the time I spent in that hellhole of a prison. I wish to make new memories, lighter memories, starting with tonight.
This last month has been grueling. To be sitting beside my woman and to not be able to touch her. Just having to wait for the right time. The memories I plan to make today will make up for all the lost time. These will be a memories I will never forget. After tonight, I will take her whenever I want. No more waiting.
In the morning, I will take her. At night, I will have her. Even in the shower, I'm going to be inside her. When I train, I'll have her sitting on my cock. Hmm. Sleeping inside of her sounds good as well.
My brain runs with ideas. My cock hasn't lost an inch since that kiss almost twenty minutes ago.
We finally arrive.
I turn off the car, and release my seatbelt. I get out the car and come to Grace's side. She watches me as I open her door. I climb over her to unclip her seatbelt. Either she is taking to long, or I am ready to begin. Both. When I am pulling back, Grace sneaks a kiss.
Maybe she is just as impatient as I. My enjoyment shows through my eyes. Grace's face lights up with a smile. She is always happy when she does something right. I'll have to remember that when I have her underneath me.
I pull her out the car and get her bag, extra items and school bag. She grabs her flowers and we make our way to my door.
I open it with one hand and hold the door open as Grace walks in.
We take off our shoes and go further inside.
She looks around. It is a simple room, with a couch, a chair, a lamp, a desk, a television, and a table.
I quickly go upstairs to drop her things in the corner of my room. I come back downstairs and she is in the same spot I left her, fidgeting with the edge of her skirt.
"Would you like a drink.", I offer.
"Please.", she pleads
'Please', I mimic her voice in my head. I wonder if everything she's says is going straight to my cock because I'm already hard or do I enjoy her pleads.
I wonder what can I do to have her begging.
I smirk as my brain races with more ideas. I take a deep breath. Slow. Slow. Focus.
I come back with a bottle of vodka and two glasses. I pour us both a hefty drink.
We'll both need it. She is too nervous to relax. As for me, she will be too tight and it has been long over three months. Hmm. Maybe I will need two drinks.
She drinks hers faster than I've ever seen her drink. I chuckle.
"We are not in rush.", I tell her, but I am lying. I want to fuck her now. "We have days together.", I state calmly. You have five minutes before I pick you up and throw you on my bed.
She nods and smiles. We both finish our drink at the same time. A first. I pour us both another, not as hearty. I want us both to feel and remember everything. Only with the edge off, but no more.
She drinks this drink slower than the other one. I watch her tongue go to catch the drop of vodka that slipped to the side of her lip.
I moan to myself. She looks up to see me watching her, she looks down and flushes.
"Come here.".
She hesitates then comes over to me.
"Closer than that."
Finally we are almost chest to chest.
"Give me your glass.", she hands me her finished glass, and I set it on the table beside us.
Once done, my hand finds it in the softness of her curls at the base of her head.
I often find myself longing to touch her hair as she doesn't let others touch it. People reach for her hair often but without permission. Out of curiosity she says. She tells me only family and friends she lets touch, but she so freely lets me, in fact she revels in it.
I use my grip to pull her even closer. I lower to put my mouth to her ear.
"When we go upstairs, do you know whats going to happen?", I question softly.
She nods, but doesn't say anything. That's not what I want. She talks as much as any American, but now she wants to be quiet. I do not think so.
"I am going to fuck you."
Her gasp jumps from her mouth as her eyes widen.
"Yuri!", she chokes out
I pull away and use the hand not in her curls to tilt her head up to look at me.
"Say it. Tell me what I am to do to you?", I demand.
She squirms. Her arms wrap around herself.
"I...I..Your...your..goi..Yuri, please.", she whimpers, to uncomfortable to say it. What else did I expect.
I lower my lips to hers and give her a gentle kiss. My hands leaves her chin and her hair to cup her face. She lets go of herself after a few seconds. This kiss, I keep slower than any of our other kisses. She tries to quicken it, but I ignore her urgency. One of my hands descends. I gently pinch her nipple through the fabric on my way lower. I swallow her gasp and continue.
My hand finds its way to the edge of her skirt. I reach under her skirt and grab a handful of her ass and squeeze.
If I had to describe the feel of her ass in one word. Bountiful. I've seen it in jeans and in shorts. Now I want to see it in nothing. I massage it and pull her toward my hard cock. I grind it into the her hips and stomach. My hand slides from her ass to the front of her cunt.
I ignore her jump of shock at my touch. I want her to get use to it. I keep my hand there for a few seconds, then I give an even slower descend to where her clit lies behind her folds. I press.
"Ahh.", her jump more noticeable this time. I don't stop. I press again more firmer. I get the same noise, but this time her hips buck.
"This is only the beginning. Do you feel the pleasure I can bring you?". Her legs open slightly to give me more access.
Her breathing deepens. Only when I feel her hips push up to meet my hand and her legs tremble do I stop and pull my hand away.
"Yuri!", her lips pull from mine in surprise. "Yuri!", she whines. "Please! I want...I want..."
"Say it.", I demand,
"Yuri. Plea--",
"Say it!"
'No' is not an answer.
"Yyou...you're..g.g..going...to....fuck me.", she whispers, but it is as if she screamed it the way her words travel through my body.
"And this is what you want.", I groan tired of holding back.
"Yes.", she whispers
I waste no time in picking her up and kissing her feverishly. She wasn't ready for my attack. It is an almost a run when I take her up the stairs and into my room.
I sit her on the bed and begin unbuttoning the front of her shirt. It is off in less then a few seconds. I lean her back to slide down her skirt. Before I can start on her bra, her trembling arms reach for my shirt. I stop and let her pull my shirt off. Her small hands splays on the bare skin of my chest and I inhale.
I enjoy the feel of her cool hands on my chest and arms and even more as they lower. They reach for my pants, but they start to shake as they descind.
She struggles in undoing the button, but I do not offer to help. I think it is cute how hard she is trying. Her brows come together in concentration. Her arms grow steady with all the effort she's putting into unlatching it.
When it finally pops open and she looks up and smiles proudly at me. I smile back as to say 'good job', while holding my laughter. I know she will not like it if I laugh at her right now.
I slide my pants down. My briefs barely contain my length. When she eyes it, her smile stops. The smile stops as soon as she sees my heavy cock attempting to rip through the fabric as it reaches toward her.
She fidgets.
"I..um. I've never done this before." She looks me in my eye.
I almost laugh. A small chuckle even comes out. I try to change it into something else, a cough, but my eyes are light with amusement.
Of course you have not done this before. This I already know. This is obvious.
"What?", she frowns. "Have I done something wrong?".
I cup her face.
"Nothing is wrong. You are perfect. You are mine." I say as I push her down to the bed with my body laying on top of hers. We settle in the middle of the bed and I feel myself getting serious again. My mouth finds hers and quickly pull her back into the moment. When she is back with me, my mouth lowers to nip down her neck. I suck and bite down all the way down to her collar bone.
I intend to have her marked everywhere.
She enjoys it. I see when she raises her chin to give me more space and I take advantage, biting gently whatever I can get my mouth on.
I pass her collarbone and meet the fabric of her bra. My hands go behind her back, and as quickly as my hands goes, the bra came off.
Her face seems a little frustrated about that. I think she hopes it would've taken the same amount of time it took her to unbutton my pants.
I do not let her dwell on it for long. I take a warm nipple into my mouth and suck heavily.
"Unnnghh.". Her groan is loud. Her chest rises and presses harder into my mouth. I do not disappoint. I suckle her more forcefully and am awarded with another moan.
My hand comes to caress the other.
She gasps as I figure out which nipple I prefer to have my mouth on. I try the right. I try the left. I go back and forth a few times, each time my hand on the mound thats not in my mouth.
"Yu...ri. Iiii. Ahh.", she is squirming under me. Her nipples are especially sensitive. When I nibble at them she breathes quickly through her nose. When I pinch them and the roughness of my fingertips rubs aginst them she breathes out all the air in her lungs.
I enjoy learning her body. It is just as knowledgable as reading her face.
Her bud leaves my mouth with a wet pop. Before I decide what I want to taste next.
I lower and her panties are quickly in front of my face, and before she can have second thoughts, I have her underwear swiftly coming off.
"Wa- wait.", she tries for them, but she can't catch them as they are now out of her reach. She slams her legs shut. Still so nervous.
I simply put both of them over my left shoulder and begin kissing the side of her right leg, from her knee to the top of her thigh and back down. She has only denied me access one way.
She must have forgotten that I am a fighter. I know the ways of the body.
I take both legs that are over my shoulder, and I bend them at her half, pressing her knees almost to her shoulders.
I can see the lips of her cunt perfectly from this angle. I go down to kiss them.
"Argghh!", her shocked yelp echoes through the room. I kiss her again. And again. Then, my tongue sneaks through her folds and grazes her clit.
This time her yelp is airy.
"Do you wish to open your legs for me?", my voice husky and deep. I need to hurry and get her ready. I can barely hold off any longer.
Her head nods, and her trembling legs part an inch maybe two. I don't hesitate. I pull apart her legs the rest of the way and slide my head in between them, my mouth back to where its wanted to be since we met.
I give her a long lick from her entrance to her clit. Then I suck her clit into my mouth like I did her nipple.
"Ahh..hmm. Yu- ri.", Grace cries and throws her head back as her back arches. I continue. My tongue flicks at her sensitive bud and when her cries blur together I suck her clit harshly.
Her hands grip the sheets under us tightly, but I am more focused on her face. Her eyes would close and she'd bite her lip, and when the pleasure becomes to much her eyes widen and her mouth goes into an 'o'. There are times where she throws her head back and digs it into the pillow. That is when she will try to pull her hips away from my mouth. I say try, because I do not let her. I enjoy keeping her in this position. My mouth is eager and my tongue is relentless.
As are her cries.
It is barely a moment before her juices jump to coat my tongue with her long cry. She drips down my beard. I look up to see her panting, her orgasm taking away her breath, and the way her legs trembles.
I pull back and spread her lips to where I can see her entrance, unstretched and pretty. I commit it to memeory. I bring a finger to it. I slide it in to the knuckle.
She makes a choked sound and pulls her hips away from the invading digit.
I slide out my finger but I don't let her pull her hips away. I then use my lips to nibble at her nub as a distraction, and I try again. This time a full finger enters.
"Mmhuh", she breathes heavily through her nose, but she doesn't pull away this time. My lips and tongue begins again. They don't cease against her clit as my finger gently pumps into her.
After about a minute of this, she pushes her hips down onto my finger and rocks and gasps. I pull away just a little, enough so I can see her for myself. Her fucking herself on my finger. My eyes widen.
Now. Now. Now. Take her. Fuck her like you promised. Fuck her now!
Stop!
The sight of her wet cunt sucking in my finger. I am--
I close my eyes.
Wait. Wait. Soon. I promised myself. Do not get carried away. We will have time. I will take her slowly.
I take a deep breathe. I repeat to myself 'We will have time. We will have time.'
Slowly, I bring my mouth back to her sensitive bud. I know that I could eat my woman's pussy forever. You go without it for years, and you truly appreciate what you didn't before.
I slowly pull the finger out, and add a second.
Her light groan at the stretch is all I get before her beautiful cunt opens and swallows my second finger.
She lets out a long shuttering breathe.
A few pumps, and both fingers are fully sheathed inside. I stretch them out into a 'V'. I can tell by her face she doesn't like that, her face turns to the right to bite her shoulder.
'I know it hurts, but it is necessary. You've seen my cock.', I think at her.
I curl my fingers.
Her chest jumps off the bed. Electrified.
She looks down at me between her legs. That's new. She has avoided looking at me since I left her neck.
"Yu..ri?", she questions and I do it again.
Her responding scream tells me all I need to know. I smirk to myself and I do it again. And again. Once more. One more time.
She is dripping down my hand now. She is close again, her legs are shaking.
She is ready.
I move my head from between her legs, and then I curl my fingers once more.
I very much enjoy it when she jumps.
I slide my fingers out her cunt. It doesn't seem to want to let them go. I hear the slurp of them slowly coming out.
I'm going to fucking ruin her.
I shake the thought away.
I go to pull of the last of the fabric around my waist that seperates us. My cock springs forth. I pump it once. Twice. A huge bead of precum drips off. More bubles to the service. I take it and rub it around my tip as well as her juices from my fingers.
She looks at me with huge eyes but she doesn't make a move to close herself off from me.
Good.
I take a deeper breathe, steadying myself.
I climb up her body kissing her stomach then going up to do the same to both nipples before I am face to face with my woman.
"Grace. You taste sweet. Open and see.", I say pulling her into a kiss.
The kiss is delicious. She tastes herself on my tongue. Maybe I shouldve wiped my beard because when I pull away, her chin is shinning.
I lean down to a plank position and I wrap her legs around me.
I grab my cock between us and her hands clench the sheets harder. Her breath quickens.
My tip finds her entrance and I push.
The first attempt, I slide away. Her juices are everywhere. I try again.
"Ow. Wait that-", she starts but my mouth silences hers.
Graces groans and moves her hips away. My cock slips away again.
Hmmm.
Then I pull away a little, and then use my cock to slap at her clit.
She cries out in pleasure. I do it a few more times. I want her relaxed or at least lost with pleasure.
Before she can react, I quickly press my weight from my upper body down onto her. She can not move or run away. I rub the head of my dick on her cunt, coating it in more of her juices. I nudge her legs wider with my thighs and I find her entrance. When I have the right angle, one hand readies me.
I thrust harder than my attempts before.
If it wasnt her strangled choke that let me know that I am entering her, than it was the feeling of stretching that tight ring of her entrance, then warm, wet heat encompassing my cock.
I keep pressing past the entance. The thick head of my cock fully inside. Then her tiny hands stop me. No longer gripping the sheet, her fingertips reaching down our bodies to push at my pelvis, wanting me to stop.
"Wait....I..hold...hurts.", Grace's broken words can't even form a sentence. Her breath winded. Her eyes filled with unreleased water.
I stay still for a moment, barely. Then, I nuzzle my face into her neck, kiss it gently, and I continue pushing.
"Hhmmm", her cries starts again. Her face is shocked as her fingers are still reaching to push my hips to away.
"Hold on to me, Princess." One of my hands, trembling with restraint, reaches for hers. I take them and I get her to wrap them around my shoulders.
"Give me your pain, babygirl.", I tell her, and her fingers dig into my shoulder.
It is the pain I need to stay in control. It is hard. It is hard not to slam into her. To feel her tight, dripping cunt swallowing my cock so slowly when I could be as deep in her as I wanted to. I could have her that way. If I choose. If I wanted.
My hips jump up a few inches.
She yelps.
Damn! Damn my thoughts. Damn my instincts, but my hips keep moving.
"Yuri! Please...I--hhmmm".
I feel her resistance on the tip of my cock, and I slowly press through it. Her cry is unmissable. I reach up to wipe away a tear.
"You can do this", I encourage.
The rest is a slow breach, but I finally fit, most of me. The rest will come with time.
My hips pull back gently and push forward.
We both groan, but for different reasons. The suction of her wet cunt on my cock pushes me with the need to move. I pull out and press forward probably a little faster than I should have, but still, I don't slow. I thrust again. Again. Again.
"Yu..ri... I...st..I ca..nt hand...le", she whines, but I don't stop my movements. I can't. I am lost.
Tight. Wet. Warm. Surrounding my cock in velvet. My hips have a mind of their own. Her pained pants fill the room while I try to hold in my sighs of satisfaction.
My head moves to kiss hers. With her mouth covered, I thrust just a little harsher. In one full swoop, I begin at her entrance than I am pressing as deep as I can go, nudging near her cervix.
She tries to pull her lips away from mine, but I do not allow it. I swallow her cry of pain, and continue. Her whines fall on deaf ears. I do this once. Twice.
She pushes on my shoulders and raises her hips away from the movements my hips make, of course her attempts to push me out fall short.
"Yuri!", she chokes at a particularly deep thrust.
I sigh. It is hard for her to get through the haze of pleasure fogging my mind.
But I do want her to feel the same pleasure.
I need her to.
I move my lips from hers and they go to kiss at her neck. My hand courses down between us. While I am still inside her, I rub roughly on the sensitive nub that brought her such pleasure before.
"Huh", she gasps. Shocked that pleasure cuts through the pain. "A...again... pl..ease."
I moan and do it a few more times. She squirms, and the movement of her pussy around my dick screams at me.
But she needs more than just that.
I keep balancing on one arm while I change the angle of my cock and I slam, not as deep this time. I aim to hit that spot my fingers touched earlier.
"Huurrghuh....", a choked gurgle stops her whimpers, both pained and pleasured.
I do it again.
She doesn't make a noise. So I do it again. Nothing. I continue a few more strokes, before I move my head from her neck to look at her.
Her eyes large, her mouth wide, but shes not...
My hand goes to gently smack the side of her face.
"Breath, Princess!", I yell at her. Virgins
She breathes in a long, heavy airful.
I move to hit that spot again.
"Ahhhh!", her scream so built up, I feel it through the air. I fill hee up once more, and her hips buck up harshly to meet mine.
She likes this position.
I push our hips to meet again and she cries aloud. Her hands move from my shoulders to clutch at her hair and pull.
"Again! Please! I.. like... there. I...right there", she sobs.
My thrusts break up her sentence.
With almost every thrust, I am aiming for that sweet spot in her cunt. Occasionally going as a deep as she can take. She can only take so much, so I push just a little harder than that. She whimpers, but still keeps matching my thrusts, hoping I nudge that spot again. So I do.
My body decides to stop holding back. I sit up on my knees, and my hands go for her waist.
"FUCK!", she screams as I set a harder pace. The harsh thrusts makes her entire body bounce. The bounce of her breasts are in time with force of my thrust. I lean down to suck a pretty nipple. I let it go with a string of saliva connecting us.
"Fuck", I groan as she pushes her hips up to meet mine. My head falls down to her shoulder. My hands go from her waist to under her legs, gripping her thighs closer to her knees. I bend her legs up. Her body is back in the position I had her in when I first tasted her. Bent in half at the waist with knees almost touching her shoulders.
I am deeper this way.
I can give her more. I can sink in the last few inches of my cock. I groan heavily.
Fuck.
"No.no.no.no.no.", she sobs. "Too deep. Too deep. Too much.", but her hips don't stop moving. Almost matching me force for force.
"Yuuuuriii", she begs me.
So I attack the spot she wants me to. Her eyes tear up from the extra stimulation. I watch her eyes slam shut and pull harder at her hair.
I hear her mutter, 'Too much. Too much. I can't. I have to. I can't.' Then she goes to clutch the sheets. Tears stream down those closed eyes.
"Good girl, Grace. Such a good girl taking my cock like this.", I praise. Her eyes jump open. Shocked.
"You're doing so well for me. So pretty like this, filled with my dick. You can handle all of me, can't you, Princess.", I groan in her ear.
"Yuri", she calls out and then she bites her lip and looks away. If possible, I can feel her getting wetter. I moan. I can't continue like this. The wet sounds of her cunt fill the air, I am being attacked through all my senses.
"You feel how wet you are. Pretty, little pussy doesn't want to let go of my cock. Gripping me so tight.". I am flushed against her ear.
"Please. ..don't say that. I..can't. I'm not.", she denies but her dripping cunt is meeting every thrust. Juices drip down my cock to my thighs. I can see that arousal courses through her. I see her eyes flutter and saliva drips from the side of her mouth. I can tell she is close.
God. I want to feel her cum. I try harder.
"Yes. You are. Tight, wet, and warm. I'm not letting you go. Ever. My beautiful girl. This is my pussy, now.", I press as deep as I can go and I enjoy her choked scream. My hand slides down from holding up her thigh and goes back to her glistening clit.
She clenches down.
"You feel how my cock is stretching you out. How deep I am inside you. I can feel how you're surrounding me. Milking my cock. The way your pussy tightens down on me."
Fuck. I'm close. My words are a double edge sword, but I do not care. My thrust are still powerful. My pace is still unforgiving.
"You keep wanting to push me out, you keep trying, but I won't let you. Neither will you. Your cunt is too tight. It only sucks me back in.", I tell her.
Her breath quickens to the point of gasping. Her hips are becoming so sporadic. All she can do is raise them as high as she can.
"Princess? I want you to cum for me. I want to feel this tight pussy cum on my cock. Let me feel tha-- uugghhh!", I am interrupted by the sudden pressure constricting and pleasure moving down my length in waves. The suction of her wetness mixed with the constriction and the pressure, it is all I can do to ride her through her orgasm.
Or try to. She is still cumming. How long can I hold out. By the last few tensing of her cunt, and I can't hold on any longer. I press myself as deep in her cunt, as I can, and I release.
"Huuuhhgh", my groan is not held back.
My hips buck wildly. I can feel my twitching cock jump with every drop of cum I empty into her. The warmth of my cum making her core even hotter. I cum for a surprisingly long time, almost as long as my woman. Her cunt still flutters.
When I finish emptying the last few drops, I still stay still, keeping my seed inside of her. She is full, I let none slip out until I am ready.
I try to get a hold of myself, the pleasure coursing through my brain and body from my long awaited release has me dizzy. Months of stress, restraint, and tension gone. I let out a heavy, shuddering breathe.
Breath? I need to make sure Grace is breathing.
"Grace.", I question.
No answer.
"Grace? Answer me. Princess?"
"...just... need a min..ute. .'kay."
I realize her body is still quivering with the force of our orgasm. The bed almost shakes. I want to hold her, kiss her head and tell her what a good job she has done, but I am almost in the same state.
"Hmmm.", I grunt in acknowledgement. I feel as if I could use a minute too.
I stable myself and manage to glance down to where we are still connected. I hold her hips up to get a good view, then I slide my cock out of her messy core.
A possessive surge courses through me. It brings me pleasure seeing the sticky juices that connects our bodies when I pull my cock out of her. I more so enjoy watching my cum squirt out of her barely stretched hole, already shrinking to closeto how it looked before. I can hear the wet squelch as her body ejects the rest of my cum. It comes out in a thick, bubbling river. It has turned pink as it slides from deeper in her core. I look at my cock, and it has traces of whats left of her virginity coating it.
My smirk is telling. The possessive part of me enjoys that Grace has given me this gift. I watch as more of my cum drip out and I watch her pretty little clit pulse. I smirk and my cock twitches as I continue to stare at her cunt. I growl. My cock is not ready for another round yet, but soon.
When Graces looks at me and follows my eyes, her hands jump to cover her center.
"Stop. Don't look. It's dirty.", she begs embarrassed.
"Do not hide yourself from me. I won't allow it anymore. Move your hands, so I can see", I chide.
"But. I don't.. it's so--", she starts but stops when she sees my eyes. She slowly takes her hands away and looks away ashamed. She covers her face now.
"Hey. Hey!", I call to her. I pull her hands down. Her eyes meet mine.
"You are apart of my life. You have always been. God has sent you for me, to be mine, for me to protect you, to love you. Every single part of you, Grace. The spots on you that you can't even think to like, I love. Every part of you, I love. So do not be ashamed. You have shown me how much you care for me, yes. You have never shown a man as much, so let me see you. All of you.", I say softly.
"Okay.", she lowers her hands, bites her lip, and turns her face a little but she doesn't cover it. Good. It is progress. We will contiue to work on it.
I finish watching as the last all of our juices drip out her cunt. Accomplishment mixes with the possessiveness and relaxation. My feelings fill me, that is until Grace's tiny voice cuts through those lusting feelings like a knife.
"I... love you too, Yuri. Every part.", Graces confesses. This time she looks up at me. With eyes a little mortified at her confession, but still, those eyes are filled with care and life.
Surprise runs through me, and then warmth follows. It has been a long time since I even felt this way for anyone. Probably before prison. Years. I don't even think I am worthy of a feeling like that, but I hope that I am. I will always try to be, for my saving Grace.
This warm feeling beats any other emotions that course through me, and I lean down to kiss my woman.
Part 1
"What are these for?", Grace smiles brightly at me as she reaches for the flowers I got for her.
"Just because". My shoulders shrug and my v
Part 2
My thoughts are sporadic yet contradictory, like an angel and a devil on seperate shoulders.
This is a bad idea.
This is a good idea.
I
My thoughts are sporadic yet contradictory, like an angel and a devil on seperate shoulders.
This is a bad idea.
This is a good idea.
I'm not sure.
But your sure about him.
You've known him 3 months.
He knew you less than that, and he saved your life.
He's a dangerous man.
He is also a generous man, and he is not his past.
It's obvious he's the one.
...It is obvious. He is the one. He's mine. I don't want anyone else to have him.
Both sides agree.
He is mine.
I'm afraid.
It's just the idea of a girl from here who knows how to cook the food he likes, treat him the way he likes, or touch him how he likes, taking him from me feels me with dread. I want to be able to give him everything. I want to be able to take what he wants to give me. I want it.
How do I want something I've never had before. My stupid thoughts. I need a break from thinking.
My eyes go to Yuri, his hands clenching the steering wheel. His face naturally stern. Others would say he looks unapproachable and intimidating, but I can see the light in his eyes and I can see the almost unnoticeable smirk that hides under his mustache.
I also notice that everytime he glances at me, he swallows and holds the steering wheel tighter, driving a little faster.
The face he makes now, is one of readiness. I often dream of his face, but that expression. I've never seen that expression before.
I wonder what other faces he can make.
I pull my eyes off him to look down and cover my face with my hands. I feel the need to hide my shame, my attraction, my want, my needs.
Its just that 'being a virgin' has been my identity for so long. My friends always call me a prude. My roomate is always pushing me to be more wild. Even Yuri has been calling me 'innocent' ever since he learned that I have never done...stuff before.
It is as if I can't be seperated from that identity. Now, anytime I feel...arousal, shame comes right behind it.
Was it shameful for me to have felt like that when he kissed me? When I let him touch me? Is it more shameful that I enjoyed it. I wanted him to touch me other places too.
Shame burns my face.
I squirm in the front seat, my face still covered. The ache in my center bothers me. Hearing his deep, rough breathing beside me keeps my core company.
His voice had always been my favorite thing about him. That and his hands. Such large hands. Everywhere he's hands touched, they were firm yet gentle on my body--
"Penny for your thoughts.", I jump as his deep voice booms around me. Wow. He picks up sayings quick.
We make eye contact, and I look down immediately, knowing he can read my face even when I don't want him too. Can he see my anxiousness, my nervousness? Ugggh. I feel like a child.
What do I say?
Lie.
Tell the truth.
My thoughts are still fighting one another, so I do a little of both.
I swallow and slowly manage to look up.
"I'm nervous.", the words inch out.
Not all the truth, but not a lie.
He looks as if he already knows that. His eyes go back to the road.
"We will go as slow as you need. I will not hurt you.", Yuri replies
He seems as if he's talking more to himself than me.
The words come out of my mouth before I can even think it.
"I trust you."
His eyes jump back to me, a little shocked. My heart flutters.
If I hadn't starred at that face for hours on end, I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between Yuri's shocked face and Yuri's regular face. It's all in the eyes.
"I've trusted you since the day we met.", I continue. I enjoy the face he's making. I store it in my head for later.
I remember how he looked the day he saved me. Dangerous but still a hero. Just like a hero, he wanted nothing in return for saving me.
He just saved me and walked off, like saves women everyday, as if it's his day job.
I remember watching the man with the bloody knuckles walk away, and I just knew that I needed to know him. I needed to meet him, to see him, to be near him, or just be with him. Before I could tell my body not to, it was already running to catch up with him.
I sigh.
He doesn't talk the rest of the way to my apartment and I focus on my breathing. I do that by focusing on Yuri's calm breathing. As if my weird gulps of air could keep me calm.
When I arrive at my apartment I share with my roomate, its surprisingly quick to get what I need. The thing that takes the longest time is the conversation with my roomate/ best friend, Aspen.
After I grab a few pairs of clothes, that match the shoes I'm wearing now, and another pair of shoes, socks, my charger, panties, toothbrush, towel, laptop for homework, and a washclothe. Everything else, I already have in my pantry I call a purse.
Coming downstairs with my oversized bag filled with sleepover items, my roommate spots me from the couch.
She notices my bag and my extra pair of shoes. She looks at my face, my face intentionally not looking at hers. She squints her eyes, in suspicion.
"Biiiiiiittttcchh!"
Shit. She knows.
"Where you going with that bag! Tell me where you are going with that bag, GURL. TELL ME YOU NOT GOING TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH THE BEEFY RUSSIAN!"
"Shut up! Aspen, he'll hear you! He's right outside the door."
Her eyes are filled with amusement.
"Why didn't you let him inside. You know, I won't bite.", she whispers now. Her face mischievous.
"He just said he'd stay outside. I think he didn't want to freak me out or make me more nervous. He wanted to help out with the bags."
"Damn girl. How many days are you planning on staying over there. Are you planning on moving in?"
"You think this is too much? I'll be back Monday after school?". I start to second guess myself.
"No. No.", Aspen replies seeing me psych myself out. "It's fine. The right amount.", she stops for a moment and watches me sweat.
She continues quieter, "Is this is what you want?"
I nod. "I think...I think I love him. I have never felt this way before. I want things. Things I've never wanted before. When I'm with him, I want, no, I need more. I'm just not use to wanting these things, so I feel bad. I feel bad for wanting more than just spending time together. I want...", I sigh and think of the word I'm missing.
"--intimacy.", Aspen fills in.
"Intimacy.", I repeat fidget. A small smile graces my face. I can feel myself becoming at least a little bit more confident in my almost existing sexuality, now that I've admitted what I want to myself.
I want intimacy.
"Does he have a twin brother?", Aspen smirks breaking the tension of the serious topic.
I go to whack her but my bag gets in the way and she jumps out of the way.
"No!", I yell.
"Fine. Fine. Keep the beefy Russian to yourself."
I roll my eyes but smile as I start for the door.
"Bye! Wish me luck", I whisper.
"Use protection!", she screams. Loud. I can't tell which one she was trying to tell.
I turn around so she can read my bewildered face. It says 'IsweartoGod,Ifyoudontshutthefuckup I'llsendyoutohim!'.
She laughs and I hurry to leave before she yells something worse with the door open.
Yuri is there as soon as I shut the door. Grabbing the bag, so I wouldn't even have to carry it to the car.
He is a gentleman.
I find my smile again.
After we get to the car and he has put the bag in the backseat, he opens my door. Before I get in, I touch his shoulder and he looks down at me. I lean on my the tips of my toes, wanting to feel his lips again. I can't help it. He makes me feel special.
Our lips touch and there's a surge through me.
Want.
Need.
Need courses through me. It helps push the fearful thoughts to the back of my head. Our lips tangle and his warm hand is against my face. I feel his tongue press against the seam of my lips. I gently open them to allow him access, and he pushes through to discover every secret he doesn't know yet. He pulls me tighter to him, his hand on my hip.
My tongue tips up to touch his. His groan reverberates throughout his then my body.
His voice. The sounds he makes.
My hips move to press against his an attempt to slow the ache. I can feel my heartbeat in my core.
His hips buck in response. He grinds us together. The pleasure surprises me.
I pull my hips back and pull my lips away from his. A small bead of saliva connecting our mouths.
It feels as with every kiss we get closer and closer to the final show.
He groans in annoyance and pushes his face to mine. Our eyes meeting. I think he would have me right here outside my house. Maybe I could convince him to go to my room, but the hardness I feel push into me has me thinking other ideas.
He takes a deep breath and he almost snarls.
"As soon as we get home...", he promies as he lets the sentence hang in the air. He shakes his head and pushes me toward the door. I get inside and he shuts it.
I watch as he adjust his length to one side before he walks to his side of the car. I can see the print down his leg.
Wow.
I gulp.
I don't know how thats suppose to fit.
He cranks the car, turns to look at me. Reaches for the back of my head and kisses me again. This time his tongue plunges in from the beginning. After another long, full kiss, he pulls away.
He takes another deep breath and mutters under his breath, then puts the car in reverse.
From the corner of my eye, I can see the eyes of my roomate in the living room window.
She mouths 'Go get you some, girl!'
I'm back to covering my face in shame. I'm going to kill her.
Part 1
"What are these for?", Grace smiles brightly at me as she reaches for the flowers I got for her.
"Just because". My shoulders shrug and my v
Should I reward you? You've been such a good girl, taking all of my cock now. You don't even cry anymore.
I told you to swallow it all! You're missing drops. Lick. It. Up. Now!
Did I give you permission to cum? You cum when you are allowed, not a moment sooner! Unless you do enjoy being punished?
I've done a lot worse to people for less offense than this. Hmm. Why do you have my sheets soaked?
Turn around. Head down. Ass up. Higher. Present my cunt to me. Use your hands. Grab your ass. Spread...Very good. Good girl.
Princess, you're already dripping down your thighs. I haven't even touched you yet.
I'm going to leave you on the edge like this. I can feel how badly you want to cum. Your cunt is trembling. Poor thing. Only a few more hours.
You said you need help studying. We're going to work on your Russian. Every hit, you count. If you mess up pronunciation, we start over. We will see if you can count to 20?
Slow down? Hmph. I don't think so. You will take everything that I will give you.
Too deep? I thought you enjoyed feeling me inside you. Can you feel me in your stomach? Are you still hungry for my cock, Princess?
On your knees, Girl. Show me that tongue.
Still having problems gagging? No problem. On your back. Head off the bed. We practice now, yes.
You call that begging? Your little pussy is drenched. You must not want my cock like your cunt says you do.
Sore? You know what I do when my muscles are sore after a fight? I stretch. Let me help you.
Needy little thing. Your hole is so greedy for my dick, sucking me right back in.
Can you cum with my hand around your throat?
*Whispers* 'Make sure you're quiet.' While you're on FaceTime in class with your professor and classmates. 'You don't want anyone to know that you're sitting on my cock in the middle of class.'
Grind down. Now. Yes, I know exactly how deep it is.
If you don't keep breathing when it gets this deep, you'll pass out again.
It hurts when I push too far? Hmm. It's my favorite part in your cunt. Don't worry, beautiful, you'll learn to enjoy it. Because I enjoy it. You do want me to enjoy myself when I'm inside you, right?
You don't get to stop until my beard gets coated. Keep grinding your clit on my tongue.
What do you mean you can only squirt once? Let's see.
"What are these for?", Grace smiles brightly at me as she reaches for the flowers I got for her.
"Just because". My shoulders shrug and my voice grumbles deep in my chest as it does when I'm not in the mood to talk. I look down at her smaller, curvy frame.
"Thank you." I can see her eyes slowly wet with unshed tears. Always so sensitive. I roll my eyes, but it's not as if I don't enjoy it. I don't tell her this, though.
She always says I'm the silent, perceptive, protective type. I say she is the warm, affectionate, and giving type.
"I love them", she almost sings and brings them to her nose for a gentle sniff.
It is 4:10 on a Thursday afternoon. Grace doesn't have class again until Monday. I walk her to her apartment every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. At least I have for the last 3 months. That is how long ago I decided that she was to be my woman.
Ive been walking her home ever since I stopped some thugs from harassing her in front of the gym near the campus. She was lucky she was in front of the gym and not closer to the campus. It would not have turned out so well for her.
Thugs who could tell from her tanned skintone and head full of curls, that she wasn't Ukrainian, or at least not their version of Ukrainian.
I reach out my arm for her to hold onto. The arm not holding the flowers loops into mine. She smiles as she looks up to me, then nozzles her head into my arm and closes her eyes.
'Yuri', she whispers to herself, but I hear it.
I see those wide, innocent eyes that are filled with a joy from the gift of flowers, and I remember when those same eyes were filled with fear. My hands clinch.
I remember as if it had happened earlier that day:
.
.
'Hey! HEY! Foreigner! Come here. We only want to talk! Don't you hear us talking to you?'
Three guys saunter up to her. She's wearing a pale blue dress that blows in the warm wind and white sandals. Her skin glows in this color, I notice. A beacon for childish men like them that yells harass me.
One gets behind her. The other two in front. She's surrounded.
'We just have a few questions.' The one speaking smirks as he makes eye contact with the other two. 'We just want to know, are you a prostitute?' The short one in the front questioned.
Before you can respond, the other one speaks.
'We know your kind here. You're from Africa, right?, the taller one in the back states while his eyes stare at her ass under her clothes. 'Well, we just want to know, how much to take on all three of us? We have good money. Probably more money than you've ever had at once.'
'Do you do anal?', the third one asks
'Of course she does anal!', the taller one interrupts. 'How else is she paying to go to the university!', he says nodding his head in the direction of your bookbag
The girl looks afraid. Her hands shake, but her voice is steady. From where I am on the sidewalk, I can hear her heavily accented Russian.
'Excuse me.. I am very busy. I have to leave. I am not a prostitute. Excuse me. Please, leave me alone'.
She tries to sidestep past the two men blocking her, and they move with her and then shove her into the one in the back.
They were bold. It was 4:36 in the afternoon while the sun was out, but no one came to help her. Some people watched, and continued on, minding their business. No one wants to get hurt by thugs, especially over someone not Ukrainian. Wrong but life.
'Wearing a dress like this, and you don't sell the pussy your advertising?', laughs the one that she was shoved into. He tugged the hem of her dress up and then slid his hand up her thigh. She jumps away from him. Her eyes go wider if possible. Then she puts up both of her fist, her tiny fist. I could hold both in one hand. Surprising, but I fear for her. This stupid American. I can tell by her accent, I know that the men surrounding her can too. I've never liked Americans, but even I don't want to see what will happen to this one whose only crime is looking different, and wanting to learn about the culture. She was going to learn that no one helps those that look different.
'Leave me alone', she says hard. Her face is stone. She has decided fight over flight. She moves behind the one in the back. They all stand in front of her. I am behind them. They're in front of the gym I go to train.
They all laugh.
'Your lucky we even offer to pay.' The short one sneers. 'I might not be feeling as generous anymore. How about--'
I don't let them continue. I drop my workout bag on the sidewalk. I step in. I turn the one speaking around and his nose meets my knuckles, then his jaw had the same meeting, then his chin. He is unconscious before he hits the ground. The other two are slow to understand what is happening. The one from the back, I kick his leg, and he fell to one knee. His face, I bring down to meet my knee. Twice. He is down. Have ten seconds even passed? The tall one looked scared. Good. He tried to throw a punch. Weak. Weak men do things like harass strangers. I teach him a hard lesson. I punch him three times, than end him being awake with a heavy kick. They're on the floor. I pick up the short one and punch him again, by lifting him up by hi unconscious heads, and snapping my fist to his chin. They will remember this beating and why they deserved it.
When I come too, I find my knuckles are bloody, and the small American girl's wide fearful eyes are pointing in my direction. They are as effective as any weapon.
I stand up, and I turn to grab my bag. I don't wish to look her in the eyes anymore. I don't want to see judgment in those hazel pools. To see the monster that I know I am in those innocent eyes. I walk away. I get a few feet before I hear the pattering as her feet hit the ground. An arm reached up to tug at my jacket, the same arm that is now wrapped around mine or was it the one that's now holding the flowers.
In her rushed Russian, she goes 'Hi. Umm..my name is Grace. I don't know how to thank you for saving me from what could have been a bad to dream.'
She obviosuly meant nightmare, but I don't correct her.
I continue walking. Ignoring the American pixie that gripped my jacket. I walk for 10 minutes, and she's still there.
She finally jumps in front of me and I am forced to stop and look down.
'Please. Stop walking so fast', she gasps. 'I only want to Thank you...I only want ...I..will you tell me your name?'
'Your Russian is shit', I state in English. Her eyes can't widen anymore. They're at capacity.
'I....I'm trying', she told me self consciously, but in English.
She looks me in my eyes. If I had planned on walking off, I wouldn't be able too, not anymore. I was rooted to where I was with those eyes gluing me to the concrete. Strangely no fear, at least from me in those eyes.
'Could I...buy you dinner, tonight?', she asked timidly. I'd imagine that I could tell she was blushing.
It was my turn for my eyes to widen. I laughed. Not maliciously, but a woman asking a man if she could buy him dinner. Definitely a foreigner. Definitely American. Definitely not Eastern European.
She frowned. Not liking me laugh at her. I laughed again. Her emotions were like words on her face. I could read them easily.
'Okay.' I stated, I began walking albeit slower. I was wanting another opportunity to read more of her face.
She looked up at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes before I finally answered the first question she asked.
'Yuri. Boyka.'
That was 3 months ago. We have gotten to know each other since. I know that even though she smiles a lot, that that is just an American trait. Getting to know this westerner has been difficult. Even when I asked her how she felt after almost being attacked her answer was 'Fine'. Americans.
It took a long time to get her to open up to me. She said I was the same. I told her the difference was that I don't lie about how I feel. I just don't talk about it, she says she's fine, when her eyes are red with tears. She knows better than to lie to me now.
"Penny for your thoughts?", Grace asks me
"What is that? What does that mean? Follow me", I ask while directing her to the back of the gym where the cars are parked.
"It means I'd pay good money to hear what your thinking about.", Grace replied.
"Hmmm.", I think for a moment. "I'm thinking about you. How people judge you based off of how you look and your shape. How I wouldn't have even thought you were still so pure and innocent, until we started dating. Come."
"Just because I haven't done it before, doesn't mean I'm innocent and pure.", she rolls her eyes at me. "I still live in the real world. It's kinda hard to stay innocent in the real world... Why are we going to your car, Yuri. I only live a 30 minute walk away? We mostly walk unless it's raining", Grace asked confused.
"Coming from the girl who won't say 'have sex', and says 'do it'", I dodge the hit she throws at me with the flowers.
I laugh..
" Tonight, you can spend the weekend at my place. I will take you to school in the morning on Monday." I use my free arm to push back one of her curls out of her face and I look her in her eyes. I don't miss her quiet gasp. We have never done this before. "This is acceptable to you?".
I wait for an answer. She is thinking. I do not rush her. We continue walking.
We are at the car now. I gently push her back to the car door. I use one hand to lean an arm at her height while caging her into me, and the other hand lifts up her chin, so that she's forced to look up at me and into my eyes. I've never pressed intimacy on my woman before today, but it is now a good time in our relationship for me to finally physically claim her as mine.
I leaned down my head to hers while keeping eye contact. I watch her eyes widen and her breath quickens. She's even shaking. Nervous. I could easily tell that she doesn't have as much experience as I do. Of course, I'm much older, but as to not scare her away, I won't fuck her an inch away from her life...yet. I need to take her gently and I will. I remind myself over and over.
My lips descend to hers slowly and she lifts her head up to meet mine.
The kiss is warm and is heating. Her full lips have always been soft. I bite her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth before I let it go. She whimpers. I pull away and let out controlled deep breathe. I will take her gently. I remind myself.
My mouth is back to claiming hers.. Every individual kiss deepens until we are chest to chest. I feel her softness of her breast against me. The arm that I used to cage her in, is now on grazing down her side. On my way down, I find her breast and I palm it through her shirt. A handful. My thumb finds her nipple and I tug at it through the fabric. I am rewarded with the airiest of moans. My hand between us continues down. It lands under her shirt on her hips. I rub small circles. The other hand that was holding her chin, has now flattened against her neck. The light pressure and lack of available air has her gasping. She pulls her lips away from me this time, so my lips go to the juncture of her neck. I begin marking her as mine. Warm kisses mixed with suction and bites. With no one covering her mouth, I get the full sound of every gasp, whimper, and faintest of groans.
"Yuri.", she sighs her eyes have fluttered shut.
My cock twitches.
She is one more sound away from being fucked in the back of a gym parking lot. I don't want that for our first time together. I make my way back to her mouth and enjoy the way it feels against mine for a few more seconds before I pull away and ask once more:
"This is acceptable to you?"
I lift her chin up again, but she doesn't look me in the eyes. "Ye..yes."
Still nervous.
I grudgingly pull away from her and pull her off the car door. I open the door and let her in. Only when she is buckled do I shut the door, and make my way to the other side.
"We will stop by your apartment and get whatever you need for the next few days, yes?
She clears her throat. "Okay."
"Then when we get home, I'm going to make you into my woman."
She gasps to herself. Then gently nods her head in agreement "Okay."
Why is there no Yuri Boyka fanfic. I can't be the only thinking about him. Especially like how you can tell how he changes through each movie. The first one he's straight to violence, men listen to him, he's the most dominating prisoner.
Then the second movie. He's humbled but still angry. Violent but calm. He doesn't take shit and knows how the game is played. He is thoughtful, like he grew up.
The third one, he is free! So you know he's indulging but not a lot. He's got his priorities. Maybe pick someone up at bar, but his priorities are fighting and becoming a legitimate fighter.
You can bet his hand is going to stay placed on the top of your head the entire time. Hes either gripping you harshly by the hair to direct how deep he wants you to take his cock, or petting you gently. Mostly he's pushing your head down because he wants you to take more of his length in your mouth. He's dominating even when he's sitting down.
Yuri keeps a straight face most time your mouth is around his cock. Occasionally give you a smirk, maybe a small smile if you were eagerly taking him
Watches you completely. Stares. His eyes don't miss a thing. He enjoys seeing you on your knees, drool dripping down your chin, mouth full of cock, arms held behind your back.
Yuri is only slightly sadistic with you. He'll allow you to get a few gasps of breath, but then he's right back fucking your mouth.
Sometimes its hard to tell if he's enjoying himself. He's stern faced while his eyes roam your body and the way your lips stretch over his length. The only way you can truly tell he likes it is the subtle rock of his hips and how tight he's holding on to the back of your head. You can hear his deep breathes coming out of his mouth, but when it feels really good, he'll groan, deep in his chest.
If you're doing a good job, he'll give compliments. 'Good girl.' and 'That's my princess, taking all of my cock like that.'
If you're not taking enough down your throat, he'll scold you harshly. He'll roughly pull you off of him with one hand and slap you with the other. His glare is enough to tell you to relax your throat. 'You know you can suck cock better than that!' and 'If I have to shove it down your throat, I will not give you air, so do it right, yes?'
Prefers sitting while your giving oral, but one of his favorites is having you lay on the bed with your head hanging off the edge and tilted back. Yuri relishes seeing the bulge of his dick move up and down your throat
Prefers to cum in you, so when hes getting oral, he's going to cum in your mouth. He wants to watch you as his load gets sent home.
Boyka is dominant man. He wants you to submit and has no problem making you. If you don't swallow all of his cum, you will be punished. Either you won't be able to walk the next day, or for the next few weeks, any time he fucks you, he'll pull out, have you sit you in your knees just so you can make sure you practice swallowing. You'll never spit out another load again.
Yuri has warm, thick, heavy white loads. Will definitely coat your tongue in just a few pumps. It's a lot to swallow, but you only have to a swallow when you go finish him with your mouth. Most of the time, he stops you halfway and bends you over the nearest surface, pefering to finish inside you.
When he cums he tends to throw his head back, and his hips buck uncontrollably. His face when he comes is worth the sore throat the next day.
Yuri Giving Oral:
Yuri had been a prisoner for God knows how long. He missed the taste, smell, the feel of pussy. He doesn't have any Eastern hang-ups when it comes to female pleasure. If your his woman, he won't hesitate to bring you to completion with his mouth, but if it's a one night stand, he'll get her to suck his cock, but won't go down on you.
Yuri enjoys the taste of pussy. Life in prison, it always smelled of dirty old men, but the smell of pussy, well it smells like freedom to him.
Yuri tends to man handle. Pick up and throw you on the bed or shove your back to the wall. He'll stare at you in your eyes, sometimes intimidatingly. His rough hands making his way down, they touch everywhere in their path, staring from your nipples, to your hips to where you want it most. When he finally rids you of your panties, your legs would be trembling in anticipation. Yuri is cruelly slow when he goes down on you. He enjoys your squirms as much as he enjoys eating you out.
Yuri doesn't mind hair, but if you don't have any hair he'll comment, pinching where the hair should be. 'Americans and your strange habits' He'd roll his eyes to himself before getting started. You'd be way too flushed to even respond, grateful for the heat of his breathe near where you want it most.
Is a sucker for begging. He won't begin until he hears those breathy words: 'Please Yuri, I've been so good', or 'I want...your mouth...on my cunt'. No matter how shy you are, he won't start unless you tell him exactly what you want him to do.
Yuri always begins by spreading you open and giving you a long, torturously slow lick from your entrance to your clit.
Tends to tease. Flickering licks to your clit. When you can't take the teasing anymore, only when you attempt to grind onto his tongue, and not a second before, he'll finally take your clit into his mouth and suck harshly. Yuri is a rough man.
Around this time is when his fingers will search for your entrance, but as a rule, he doesn't use more than one finger to pump into you. He just prefers to stretch you open with his cock. Which is why, no matter how wet you are, your never ready for him.
If you try and pull away, Yuri has no problem using his strength to hold down, your hips and legs, forcing to continue taking his onslaught.
Yuri watches you from between your legs. He stares at your face from beginning to end. He commits everything to memory from your breathless, trembling gasps, to when your toes curl, to your hands digging into the sheets. He loves it when you bite your lip and try to hold back moans only for them to slip out and fill the room.
Whenever your eyes began to water and your hips rise up, and your gasps start to quicken, Yuri pulls away. Yuri can be cruel.
Yuri almost never lets you finish from oral. Maybe Birthday or a particularly good day. Much to your frustration. Any other day, he stops when you're so very close
Yuri prefers that when you cum, that you only do it on his cock. You try your best not to show when you're about to cum, but Yuri can always tell. Besides, Yuri prefers you overstimulated from his mouth anyways
. When he finally nudges his heavy cock in you, you are sloppily wet, a quivering mess. A trembling mess that he has to grip and lift your hips when he fucks you just so that you don't try to run from his cock. You have no choice but to take every inch of his cock.
