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Drool drips down my chin around the makeshift gag as his hand sinks into my hair.

He pulls my head back at the same time he thrusts into me, his hips slamming into my ass and pressing me harder into the car.

The hood bites into my skin, but I love the pain as his cock fills me.

Leon groans. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. You have no idea how good that little pussy of yours feels when it’s milking my cock.”

I moan and push my hips back to meet his every thrust. My inner walls pulse around him as he moves his hips faster. My whimpers grow louder, but the thong in my mouth makes it impossible for me to tell him exactly what I need.

His big hand lands on my ass and burns for a moment before the cool air soothes the pain. His cock throbs harder as he slaps me again, and this time the pain lasts longer. I groan out loud as his hand lands on my ass a third time, my orgasm crashing over me.

Leon groans, pulling on my hair harder as his cock jerks inside me. His cum fills me, combining with my arousal as it drips down my legs.

The waves of pleasure keep rolling through my body as his strokes turn long and slow while he empties himself inside me.

When he finally pulls out, my body is the best kind of numb. He helps me to stand up, takes the panties out of my mouth, and puts them in his pocket.

My heart flutters as he claims my lips in a searing kiss that only increases my desire for him. Will I ever get enough of this man?

Leon growls as I nip at my bottom lip. “You keep that up, and I’m going to be fucking you against a tree next.”

I reach between us; my hand glides up and down his slippery shaft. He’s getting hard again. With a soft groan, he picks me up and carries me to the nearest tree.

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Marina looks up as we come in the door and laughs as Aleksandr crawls down the corridor as fast as his small, wobbly body can carry him.

I crouch down, spread my arms, and grin as he stretches his hands toward me.

“Were you good for your babushka?”

As I pick him up and cuddle him, I press a kiss to his temple. The smell of his shampoo is my favorite smell in the world.

He wiggles in my arms, laughing and trying to wrap his chubby little arms around my neck.

Leon leans over my shoulder and tickles Aleksandr under the chin. “You're so excited to see your mom, and you don’t even care that I’m home, do you?”

I scoff and spin around until Alexsandr is shrieking with laughter.

Leon shakes his head, warmth shining in his eyes as he looks at us. “I can’t blame him either. You're a great mother.”

Marina grins and reaches up to pinch Leon’s cheek. “Aw, look at how he melts for you, Natalie.”

Leon rolls his eyes and sighs, but I know he feels nothing but affection for Marina.

When she first moved to New York—after I begged her for months—they didn’t like each other much at first. The rooms were always tense, and it was as if they were constantly arguing about who I belonged to.

Then, one day, she came into the conservatory while I was working on a painting of Leon, and everything changed that day. I don’t know what she saw in the painting, but she likes to say that she finally saw him through my eyes.

She grabs the toys from the front hall and carries them into the living room. “I thought you'd come home sooner. It was getting so late, and I was starting to worry.”

Leon smirks as he wraps an arm around my waist. We just had a bit of car trouble. Natalie was convinced she could change the tire herself.”

I giggle, and my cheeks warm as I hand Aleksandr over to Leon. “You were the one who didn’t know how to change the tire.”

Marina gives me a flat look, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Am I supposed to believe that?”

Leon walks past me, his lips grazing against my ear. “Why don’t you tell her how you kept begging for my cock over and over again? The real reason we’re late, huh?”

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