The wet, sloppy sound of his cock tunneling in and out of my pussy filled the room, the scent of us fucking making me feel drunk, high. I should have been humiliated that I was so drenched, my juices covering my inner thighs, the slickness obscene and dirty.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He slammed hard into me, and my body shook. He moved his hand that was on my hip up my belly and to my breasts, curling his big fingers and wide, warm palm around one of the mounds. He massaged the globe as he kept slamming into me. “Fucking tell me who this cunt belongs to, who owns you, Galina.”

His words were so degrading, yet they turned me on, had me crying out for more. “You! I belong to you. Everything I am is yours.” It all rushed out of me in one long stream of syllables that had him growling in approval.

“That’s right,” he said as if to himself. “You fucking belong to me.” His cock pushed deep, lodging against something wicked and dark that had my toes curling. “I’ll kill anyone who thinks to even look at you.” I knew his words were true, because he’d already killed so many men who thought to hurt me.

“Yes, Arlo,” I breathed and closed my eyes, our lips separating as he really started taking me then. I could only hold on, one of my hands over his, which still held my hip in a bruising hold, and my other went up to twine my fingers around his that were cupped against my face.

“Come for me, baby.”

My orgasm tore through me until spots exploded in front of my eyelids, flashes of light that were blinding, even though my eyes were closed. I was vaguely aware of sounds filling the room, my cries and Arlo’s roar as he buried all his thick inches in me and came. I felt the thick, hot jets of his cum bathe me inside, no inch of me unmarked by him.

“Ya lyublyu tebya.” I love you. That sentiment was breathless and deep against the side of my face.

“I love you,” I was able to finally say when consciousness came back fully, when my brain kicked on and I could breathe. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, little aftershocks from my powerful orgasm.

And when we were both satiated and breathing hard, Arlo wrapped his arms around my body and just held me, our skin sweaty, my heart racing so hard it was almost painful in my chest.

For long minutes, we just lay there, not speaking, just letting our rapid identical breathing calm to a more normal pace. Arlo didn’t pull out. He never did. He liked being buried in me—keeping his cum inside my pussy as his cock softened and my tremors subsided.