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A wicked thought came to mind as I walked towards my closet to get some fresh clothes out. When I came out, Amelia was reading with her hair falling on either side of her face. I casually dropped my clothes on the bed before going into the bathroom.

I turned the shower on before stripping out of my clothes and tossing them into the laundry basket. Once I was in the hot shower, I got some soap and clenched my dick into my fist. Knowing she was lying in my bed with just a wall between us only made it more sinful. I slid my hand up and down my cock remembering seeing her pretty little pussy. My breathing got heavier, and my hand moved faster as I imagined my mouth on her pussy, pushing my tongue inside her.

My virgin pussy.

It was driving me crazy thinking about her naked body. I’d sat daydreaming earlier, imagining what her breasts were like. The breasts that would nourish my son or daughter. I pictured myself shooting my cum deep inside her cunt, and my balls tightened as I wanked myself while rubbing the tip of my dick. I grabbed the wall for support and watched my cum spurt out and splash the wall. My hand didn't stop, and neither did my cum.

I watched the water wash away my cum down the drain as I caught my breath. What a waste. All of my cum should be inside Amelia.

I needed to ignite the same blazing fire in her soul that was consuming mine.

Chapter 4

Amelia

I released the breath I was holding when he closed the bathroom door. He made me feel so nervous, but I couldn't deny that, along with the nervousness, my stomach fluttered each time I saw him. He was too pretty with his dark, good looks. My eyes went to the clothes on the bed. I frowned, wondering why he had left them there.

Misha put his head on my thigh, and I absently stroked his head. I put my book beside me to focus on Misha. He had the most soulful, intelligent, and innocent-looking dark brown eyes, which made my heart melt.

“You're a good boy, Misha, much better than any male human,” I murmured to him.

His pointy ears stood upright as soon as I began talking. He must be a specific breed of Doberman because he seemed taller and chunkier. My hand froze on his head when I heard the bathroom door open.

Ivan walked into the bedroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. I felt Misha’s head lift my hand up as we both watched Ivan. There were droplets of water beaded on his chest. My eyes ran down from his pecs, six-pack and white towel. My jaw dropped when I saw the shape of his dick.

God, he was pretty all over.

I quickly looked up at his head, but he was towel-drying his hair. His tattoo ran down the left side of his body from his neck to his arm, but my eyes went back to the light hair on his chest to his waist until they settled on his crotch again. Part of me was praying the towel would fall off, and the other part of me was terrified to see what was under it. The lump beneath it seemed—lively.

Flustered and red-cheeked, I hastily looked away and grabbed my book. I wasn't looking at the words but dipped my head whilst trying to watch him sneakily. He looked nothing like the suited man I met last night. My heart was racing when he moved to the side of the bed, and the towel dropped to the floor. He was almost naked next to me. I kept my eyes on the towel and his feet while trying to pace my breathing.

He was frikking naked.

Just one little glance…

“Amelia?” he said softly.

“Yes?” I whispered, but I closed my eyes to try and stop my perverted thoughts.

“Do you usually read books upside down?” he said huskily.

I opened my eyes and looked at my book. It was upside down. I quickly turned it around before he said anything else. He walked towards the bed, but I refused to look up while he was stark naked. It must be an Eastern European thing. I was sure British people didn't wander about naked in front of strangers.

“You can look at me all you want, Amelia. I’m all yours. If you weren't injured, I’d keep you on your back, take off your panties with my teeth and run my tongue all over you until you begged me to fuck you.”

I choked on an inhalation of breath as I reacted to his words and the scent of his body wash assaulting my senses. Misha lifted his head up and began to lick my face. I was grateful for the intervention because I was close to lying back and taking him up on his words. Ivan moved away, and I heard the rustle of clothes.

His feet ended up beside the bed, and I felt the mattress dip down as he sat next to me. I was startled when his fingers gripped my chin and lifted my head up.

“Is your pussy wet for me, Amelia? Because I've just had a wank in the shower, but my cock is rock solid again for you.”

I stared into his eyes as he spoke. Desire burned in his dark eyes as he looked intently into mine. He moved closer and put his warm lips on mine, and even with the discomfort of the cut, I wanted to kiss him. I dropped the book and moved closer to him, closing my eyes.

His hand moved to my neck, and he gripped me in place with a growl and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of fresh mint, unlike Paul’s filthy mouth. His lips pressed against mine, and I gasped at the pain and pleasure of his touch. There was something exhilarating knowing he wanted me badly. I rubbed my legs together for some relief and gripped the bedcovers.

His warm hand slipped under my T-shirt, but he rested it on my lower back. He deepened the kiss, gently stroking his tongue against mine. I opened my eyes and saw his were closed. The pleasure was clear to see on his face. He pulled back and opened his eyes before licking his lips.

“Every bit as sweet as I imagined. I can't wait to see these sexy pouting lips wrapped around my cock,” he said, glancing down at my lip.

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