Page 49 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

Bonnie

Kostin comes toward me quickly, once I climax, scooping his hand around my waist and pulling me toward him. His lips meet mine with a fire that rivals the sting of whiskey, and a desperation I wouldn’t have expected from him. He’s normally so calm and collected. Now, it seems like he must have me - no matter what.

My heart never had a chance to slow, after my orgasm, and it quickens pace even more as Kostin pushes his tongue into my mouth, tasting the inside of my cheeks and teeth. He swirls it around in me, making it a point to touch every surface inside of my mouth, pressing himself into me in a way that feels like he’s taking something from me rather than giving it.

I moan. I can’t help it. Just like last time, the sounds escape my lips without warning. My body responds to Kostin in ways that I cannot explain. It’s more than attraction. It’s like a magnet pulling me toward him, or the gravity of a black hole sucking me in, without any chance of escape.

I spiral in willingly, taking what he has to offer me without question, because I know how good it is. I wanted to forget, but your body will always remember a man who makes you feel like heaven.

Kostin’s hands are all over me, pulling at my ass and parting my cheeks against the table. His cock throbs against my belly. It pumps his heat into me, like a preview of what he’s about to do.

The warmth spreads over me like poison, eating at my skin and setting fire to my nerves. I can’t believe that I’m finally doing this; after over two years, I’m letting him into my life again. Maybe it’s wrong, but it feels too good to stop now.

“I’m going to destroy you,” Kostin growls into my ear, when he finally pulls away from my lips, and I can think of no better way to describe what he will do to me in the coming minutes.

“Yes,” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath.

He grabs my thigh, lifting it up as he presses me against the table. He positions his cock with his other hand, painting the tip across my pussy until it’s slick and shiny with my juices. Then he presses it into me, stretching me out with his girth as he enters.

I wrap my hands up around his neck, hanging them over the back of his shoulders. It’s the only thing I have to keep me from collapsing on the floor in front of him.

“Hold tight, darling,” Kostin says, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock up into my guts.

My heart flutters and I can no longer focus on the man in front of me. All I can do is feel the stretching between my legs and the pleasure of Kostin burying himself inside of me. All my other senses disappear, swept away by the greatest wave of euphoria I’ve ever experienced.

This is nothing like the first time we had sex. Then, we were at a bathroom, in a small nightclub, and he was pounding me from the back over the toilet. There were no emotions involved, no baggage, and no guilt over what I was doing.

Now, I have all three, and for some reason that makes it feel even better. It’s that I know I shouldn’t be doing it, that letting this man back into my life is wrong, but I can’t help myself. I have to have him, and nothing will stop me now.

Kostin grabs the hair at the top of my head, yanking my head forward as he moves his hips. He kisses my lips, then lets me go before slapping his hand across my cheek. “You’re mine,” he growls.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m yours.”

“Give me your fucking pussy. I’m going to ruin it,” he says, fucking me harder.

I look down at his cock, hoping to see the way it stretches me and fulfills me deepest needs, but it’s just a blur from his movement. He’s fucking me so fast that I can no longer tell where my body ends and his begins.

I should tell him that I’m not on birth control, before he fills me up like a twinkie. At least I have that much sense. The first time I didn’t, and I ended up with three little Kostin clones.

“Don’t cum inside,” I manage to say.

“I’ll take my time,” he replies, slowing down.

“I mean, I’m not on birth control,” I reply.

He stops altogether, pulling his cock out and staring me down. “You’re not? Why’d you let me go in raw in the first place?”

“I-I got caught up in the moment.”

He shakes his head. “You’re tempting the devil, Bonnie. You could get pregnant.”

I shrug. Been there, done that.

He shakes his head again, his sweaty chocolate curls bouncing atop his scalp. “I don’t do condoms, darling, so what about your ass?”

“My what?” I ask, my hand covering my mouth as my jaw drops.

“Yes, that perfect little ass you have. Let’s see it,” he says, a smirk appearing on his face at my reaction. “I’ll be gentle.”

Something tells me he won’t be. I’ve done some wild things in my life, but I’ve never let a man hit it from the back. It seems crude, but also thrilling because it’s with Kostin. Nobody would ever know, and in less than three months, I’ll never see him again.

Can I live the rest of my time with him with the shame of letting him cum in my ass?

“If you have to think about it, then the answer is no,” he says, turning away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait!” I shout, reaching out to him, but he’s already at the door, leaving me alone in the room with my shameful horniness once again.

What the fuck am I doing?

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