Chapter 89 Only For You
Maureen Laskovic
Vuk lay beside me on the bed, his body relaxed but radiating that familiar warmth that always drew me in. The sheets were tangled around our legs from earlier lazy lounging, and the dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across his features.
'You're such a queen,' he murmured, his voice low and affectionate, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I turned my head to look at him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelled incredible—like fresh pine mixed with something clean and inviting, the kind of scent that made my pulse quicken. 'Have you been using my shampoo?' I asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. He tried to stifle a laugh, his chest rumbling with it, but a chuckle escaped anyway.
'Together for worse… right?' he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out to trace a finger along my arm.
"Yeah excluding my shampoo..."
He gave me the dirtiest promising look, that sent shivers down my legs.
'You're sure a bad bad bad wolf…' I teased, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. The words hung in the air between us, charged with the easy intimacy we'd built over time. I couldn't resist any longer—I leaned in, pulling him toward me by the nape of his neck, our lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss. His moan vibrated against my mouth, deep and needy, igniting a spark low in my belly. His hand slid to the small of my back, pressing me closer as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a dance that was both familiar and electrifying.
We broke apart only to catch our breaths, foreheads resting together. 'You have no idea how bad I can be,' Vuk growled softly, his breath hot against my skin. I shivered, feeling the heat building between us already. My fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the firm planes of muscle under his skin, the light dusting of hair that always made me want to explore further. He watched me with those intense eyes, dark with desire, as I shifted closer, my thigh brushing against his.
The air in the room felt thicker now, heavy with anticipation. I pushed him back gently onto the pillows, climbing over him with a predatory grace. 'Then show me,' I challenged, my lips brushing his ear. His hands found my waist, gripping firmly as I straddled his hips, the thin barrier of our underwear the only thing separating us. I could feel him hardening beneath me, his cock thickening against my core, and it sent a rush of wetness between my legs.
Leaning down, I captured his mouth again, kissing him harder this time, nipping at his bottom lip until he groaned into me. My hands roamed his body, nails scraping lightly over his nipples, making them pebble under my touch. Vuk's response was immediate—his hips bucked up, grinding his erection against my pussy through the fabric. 'Maureen,' he breathed, voice rough, 'you're driving me crazy.'
I smiled against his lips, loving the power I held in this moment. Slowly, I sat up, peeling off my top and tossing it aside, exposing my breasts to the cool air. His gaze locked on them, hungry, and he reached up to cup one, his thumb flicking over the nipple until it ached. 'Beautiful,' he muttered, sitting up to take it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
The sensation shot straight to my clit, and I rocked against him instinctively, seeking friction. My panties were soaked now, clinging to me, and I could feel the damp spot forming on his boxers too. 'Off,' I demanded, tugging at the waistband of his underwear. He lifted his hips to help, and I slid them down, freeing his cock. It stood rigid, veined and throbbing, the head flushed and slick with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking upward slowly, feeling it pulse in my grip. Vuk hissed, his head falling back against the pillows.
'Touch yourself for me,' he said, his voice commanding yet playful. I didn't hesitate—sliding my hand into my panties, I circled my clit with my fingers, moaning softly as pleasure bloomed. Watching me, Vuk's cock twitched in my other hand, and he thrust up into my fist. 'That's it, queen. Get that pussy ready for me.'
I worked myself faster, dipping two fingers inside my entrance, feeling how wet and open I was. But it wasn't enough—I needed him. Releasing his shaft, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and shimmied them off, kicking them away. Now fully bare, I positioned myself over him again, the tip of his cock nudging my folds. 'Ready?' I asked, though it was more of a tease.
'Fuck yes,' he replied, hands on my thighs, urging me down. I sank onto him inch by inch, savoring the stretch as his thickness filled me. My walls clenched around him, adjusting to the girth, and a low moan escaped me when I bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside. We stayed like that for a moment, connected, breathing each other in.
Then I started to move, rising up until just the head remained inside, then dropping back down with a wet slap. The rhythm built slowly at first—long, deliberate strokes that let me feel every ridge and vein dragging against my inner walls. Vuk's hands guided my hips, helping me find the angle that made his cock hit that perfect spot inside. 'Ride me, Maureen. Take what you want,' he encouraged, his voice strained with restraint.
I picked up the pace, bouncing harder, my breasts jiggling with each descent. Sweat began to sheen our skin, and the room filled with the sounds of our bodies meeting—skin on skin, my arousal coating his length and dripping down to his balls. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on his chest, using him for leverage as I ground my clit against his pubic bone on every downstroke. The friction was exquisite, building that delicious pressure.
Vuk's eyes were glued to where we joined, watching his cock disappear into me over and over. 'Look at you, so fucking wet for me. That pussy's gripping me like a vice.' His words spurred me on, and I rode him faster, chasing the edge. One of his hands slid up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, while the other dipped between us to rub my clit.
The dual sensation was overwhelming—his cock pounding deep, his fingers working my swollen nub. My thighs trembled, but I didn't stop, slamming down harder, the bedframe groaning in protest. 'Vuk… oh god, I'm close,' I panted, my voice breaking.
But he had other plans. With a sudden surge of strength, he sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist and flipping us without withdrawing. Now on my back, legs splayed wide, I looked up at him towering over me, his expression feral. 'My turn to fuck you senseless,' he said, a wicked grin flashing before he hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me nearly in half.
He pulled out almost completely, then thrust back in with force, the angle allowing him to go even deeper. I cried out, the fullness bordering on pain but tipping into pure bliss. He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward relentlessly, his balls slapping against my ass with each plunge. 'Take it, baby. Every inch,' he grunted, leaning down to claim my mouth in a bruising kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies slick and sliding together. His mouth moved to my throat, sucking marks into the skin as he fucked me harder, the head of his cock battering my cervix. My pussy fluttered around him, the coil in my core winding tighter with every thrust. 'Harder, Vuk—don't stop,' I begged, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails.
He obliged, shifting his weight to drive into me with even more power, the wet sounds of my arousal echoing obscenely. One hand braced beside my head, the other snaked down to where we connected, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down firmly, rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation made my vision blur, pleasure spiking sharp and hot.
'Come on, Maureen. Let me feel you squeeze me,' he demanded, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own climax approached. I was teetering on the brink, every nerve alight. He angled his hips just right, targeting that sensitive front wall inside me, grinding against it with each stroke.
It hit me like a freight train—my orgasm crashed over me, walls convulsing around his cock as I screamed his name. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through me, but Vuk kept going, fucking me through the contractions, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on overstimulation. 'That's one,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Now for the real show.'
He didn't let up, his thumb relentless on my clit, now swollen and hypersensitive. His cock continued its assault, hitting that g-spot over and over, building a new, deeper pressure inside me. I writhed beneath him, overwhelmed, but the sensation was addictive—the urge to release building like a dam ready to burst.
'Vuk… I can't… it's too much,' I gasped, but my body betrayed me, hips rising to meet his. He chuckled darkly, pressing harder on my clit while thrusting deep and holding, grinding against that spot. 'You can, and you will. Squirt for me, queen. Soak my cock.'
The command, combined with the perfect pressure, shattered me. A rush of fluid gushed out around him, spraying with each withdraw and thrust, drenching his groin, my thighs, and the sheets. I squirted in powerful jets, the release intense and shuddering, my whole body quaking as pleasure ripped through me. Vuk groaned at the sensation, the tightness and wetness pushing him over the edge.
'Fuck, yes—milking me so good,' he rasped, slamming in one last time before stilling, his cock pulsing as he came. Thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy, mixing with my juices, the warmth spreading deep inside. He collapsed onto me, both of us panting, spent and sated.
We lay there tangled, his softening cock still inside me, as aftershocks rippled through. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. 'Bad wolf,' I whispered with a lazy smile. He lifted his head, eyes soft now, and kissed me tenderly. 'Only for you.'