Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

When his stiff cock slides into my mouth, he moans.
It’s a ragged, desperate sound, aching with emotion. He
stands spread-legged at the edge of the bed and fucks my
mouth, one hand bunched in my hair and the other gripping
my neck.
“Ya tebya lyublyu. Ty nuzhnah mne. Ty moy.”
His words are a harsh rasp in the quiet room. I don’t know
their exact meaning, but I understand.
I don’t need a translator to hear what his heart is saying.
Then he’s pulling out of my mouth and pushing me back
against the mattress again, ripping off his shirt and tossing it
away. He shucks off his shoes, tears off his jeans and briefs,
and falls on top of me, panting.
“I can’t go easy.”
“I’d kill you if you tried.”
He crushes his mouth to mine and shoves deep inside me.
We groan together. Shudder together. Pause for a moment
to enjoy it.
When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me with so
much need and adoration, it takes my breath away.
He cups my face in his huge hand and says gruffly, “Every
day I’m without you, I die.”
I say his name, struggling not to drown under the wave of
emotion swamping me.
“You’ve wrecked me. Ruined me. I can’t think of anything
else but you.”
I inhale a hitching breath. He flexes his hips, withdrawing
slightly, then shoving back into me. He starts to fuck me with
hard, shallow thrusts.
“Tell me what I need to hear.”
I whisper, “I’m yours. I’m in love with you. You have my
whole heart.”