Page 29 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

He quickly pulled his cock from my mouth, allowing me a moment to breathe. But I didn’t want a moment. I wanted to rock his world. I wanted to make him forget any other woman he’d been with before me. Why? I hadn’t the foggiest idea. But Jesus Christ, how I wanted it.

I pushed forward, taking his length into my mouth again, teasing and stroking him with my tongue. My eyes lifted to see his head thrown back. The feel of his fist tightening in my hair made my pussy flood with arousal.

“Ye-bat‘! You vixen,” he groaned, filling me with pride and satisfaction. I took him in, inch by inch, until he slipped down into my throat.

And then I swallowed.

“God, yes!” he roared, tugging my hair until I slid off of his cock. No words were spoken as he pulled me back to my feet. His hand stayed wrapped in my tresses, the other hand wrapping around my jaw and tugging me to him. “If I hadn’t just eaten that gorgeous ass of yours, I’d demand you let me taste myself on your lips, princess.”

God Almighty, the way his words sparked me into the deepest arousal I had ever felt. Never had a man spoken to me like that. It was always‘yeah, baby. Take that dick.’And never anything more original. But with Niko? Those words were in a category all their own.

The room spun while our lips stayed connected as he turned us around.

“I refuse to cum in your mouth when I could cum inside of you,” he growled against my throat. He crawled his way up the coverlet, kissing along my legs as he went. Fingers toyed with the straps of my bikini top, tugging until they came loose. His lips covered every inch as my body was revealed to him. I wasn’t a large-chested girl by any means, but they were perky, and his touch had my nipples hard as rocks.

Hands cupped my breasts, lips and teeth tugging at the sensitive peaks.

“Nikolai,” I sighed, my body arching up into his. His hard length pressed against my thigh, making me spread my legs, eager for him. I had never felt so needy.

With almost no effort, he flipped me over, hand grasping my hips as he pulled me up to my knees.

“Now, this. This is exactly the view I wanted,” he groaned, his hands running over my hips and ass. “Such lovely marks on such a lovely ass.”

His hand landed sharply on my ass cheek, stinging skin already raw from his early strikes. While the pain burst brilliantly over my skin, making me hiss, it blossomed into the most sensual warmth imaginable as his fingers found their way between my folds once again.

“Already wet for me again, princess.” The sound of his lips smacking as he tasted me on his fingertips had my eyes rolling back in my head. His fingers continued teasing me to insanity with his feather-light, strumming strokes as he prepared himself for me.

He slid into me like silk and torture, stretching me around his length as he slowly filled me. I groaned, my head hitting the pillows as I struggled to hold myself upright with the onslaught of utter ecstasy.

Gentle beginnings gave way to hard, powerful thrusts, knocking my head into the headboard until I finally pressed my hand against it, shielding me from more pain as he fucked me with wild abandon.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hands never still as they traveled over the contours of my body. Down my hips and thighs, up over my ass, up the curve of my spine, until they tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck once more. He tugged harshly, pulling my head back sharply.

“Ah!” I hissed, wincing at the brutally beautiful pain that sparked over my scalp, his cock still hitting every spot imaginable as he thrust over and over again.

“Too much for you, princess?” he teased playfully.

“Not on your life. In fact — Oh god,” I groaned, unable to continue my sassing when his hips swiveled and hit a different spot completely, rendering me speechless for amoment. “In fact, I was getting bored,” I panted out, not at all delivering the bratty wit I had intended.

“Well, then I guess I’ll have to just try harder.” Fingers reached around me, finding the bud of my clit and strumming it like a guitar string. And Christ, how I sang for him when he did.

Hands groped, lips kissed, and I lost my ever-loving fucking mind as he played my body like a master musician plucking the most beautiful song on his instrument. My orgasm rose and crashed over me like a tidal wave, my thighs shaking as my arms collapsed beneath me, leaving me little more than a puddle on the pillow.

“Oh, no princess. We aren’t done yet.” His growling promise had my pussy clenching around him again as he hoisted me back up to all fours.

His thrusts slowed, his hips twisting and hitting my G-spot with unerring accuracy.

His hands held my hips steady, bending the arch in my back deeper to hit just the right spot.

“Nikolai,” I groaned, struggling to push through the haze of exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss.

“Reach that hand down, princess. Touch that pretty little clit nice and slow for me. Tease yourself.” His words rocked my world, rendering me useless for the breath of a moment.

“What, can’t manage it yourself, buddy?” I gasped, wanting to give as good as he was. I couldn’t help the fact that he brought out my fighting temper in the most delightful of ways.

His hand came down on my ass so quickly and sosharply I saw stars. The sound of the spank reverberated around the room loudly.

“Want to try that again?” he asked tersely.

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