Page 53 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

“Fuck me,” I say, looking him in the eye. “Any way that you want.”

“Turn around,” he says. “And put your hands on the table. I won’t ask twice.”

I do as he says, bending over and placing my hands on the table like I did the night that he took the crop to my ass. I can still remember the sharp sting, and the pop of the leather against my skin. Something tells me that, today, the feeling will be much more intense.

“Perfect,” Kostin says, laying his large hand across my ass. “You’re so soft.”

I shudder at his words. Even when he’s speaking something innocent, it feels dirty. What he does next is even dirtier.

Kostin leans over and spits in my ass, rubbing his thumb over it and sending sensations through my sensitive nerves that flood my pelvis with an unusual pleasure. I didn’t think it would feel this good, but then again, Kostin knows how to make everything feel incredible.

He slips his thumb in, rotating it slightly and applying pressure until my body relaxed to accept the foreign object. I never put things there, but I can’t say I hate it. Maybe I’ve been missing out.

Kostin leans in further, purring his words into my ear. “That’s a good girl. Are you ready for more?”

I nod, but I’ve never been ready for anything he’s done to me. There are some things that are too extreme to fully prepare for. You just have to take the leap and hope you’re able to handle the consequences.

The moment I feel the head of his cock against my hole, I know I’m in for something major. He takes his time but, even at the slowest pace, I feel like I’m being stretched so far that I won’t be able to take it.

Surprisingly, however, after thirty seconds of slowly sinking in, Kostin is able to fit himself inside of me. My body accepts him, as it always has, and the odd fullness turns into something more, as he begins to move back and forth.

To share such an intimate part of yourself with a man is no small endeavor. Some people never find it in them, to take on such a task, but there’s something about Kostin that compels me to do anything and everything he wants.

The result is his long hard cock in a place that I never thought it would be in, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it. My nails are already raking against the smooth leather table, and I’m biting my bottom lip so hard that I can taste the metallic flavor of blood.

Kostin has both hands on my hips, squeezing them as he quickens his pace. His breathing is hoarse, and only now do I realize that because this hole is smaller, he’s probably going to cum faster. It’s probably better that way, considering that my ass was virgin before this and I’m not sure of my limits.

A droplet of sweat from Kostin’s face splashes onto my lower back at the same time that a new pleasure starts to mount deep inside of my pelvis. His cock is reaching parts of me that it would never have touched otherwise, and my core is lighting up with a hot and fiery bliss.

Then, quite by surprise, that bliss turns into an uncontrollable explosion of pleasure that shoots through my nervous system like lightning.

My body stiffens, my nails dig into the table, and I let out the loudest cry that I’ve ever managed to muster from my tired lungs. It’s not pretty or feminine, but if Kostin managed to coax something so intimate from me, he deserves to know what he’s done.

My muscles spasm as I struggle to keep myself upright, but Kostin just keeps pounding away from behind. I can barely hear him as he draws closer to his climax, because of the ringing in my ears, but I know by his frantic movements that he’s right on the edge.

Colors flash on the insides of my eyelids, and for a brief moment, everything fades away into absolute satisfaction. They say love is a drug, but a good orgasm tops that any day.

Suddenly, Kostin stops moving. “Is that a phone ringing?” he asks as my ass clenches around his cock in anticipation of him cumming.

“Jesus Christ, Kostin, don’t stop now,” I urge, moaning the words out.

I slide over his cock, resuming what he started, even through the sound that I know and dread. That damn burner phone is ringing in my bedroom, and he can hear it through the walls.

Kostin shrugs, thrusting again as the noise stops. I hope he didn’t realize where it was coming from, but it could’ve just as easily been from one of the guards. I doubt he would realize that it was mine.

Despite the small interruption, Kostin has no problem returning to the brink of ecstasy, breathing heavily and pumping his hips like there’s no tomorrow. He unloads his load into my ass, filling me up with a delightful new experience.

I wasn’t sure I’d like any of this, but Kostin made pleasure a certainty.

I slump over on the table, and Kostin folds his body over me, breathing heavily in my ear and whispering sweet nothings. I wish, now more than ever, that they were more than nothings, but I know better than to believe anything he says. All I know is that I like it, and I’ll have to be satisfied with a temporary dream come true.

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