Page 26 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

“I don’t…” I trailed off as the feel of his hard cock pressing into me as he ground his hips against mine erased every word, every thought in my head.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about your scent. The one right here,” he breathed against the pulse point on my neck. “I can’t get it out of my mind. But…”

“But what?” I barely managed to mutter.

The hand holding my hair finally released its grasp, shifting around to my throat. His firm grip held me tightly, just tight enough to make my heart pound and my bikini bottoms flood with arousal.

“But that bratty fucking attitude has me wanting to spank that pert little ass until it turns as red as this bikini of yours.” My eyes fluttered open to see his heated gaze hovering just before me. The sharp shock of thrill shot through me like a white-hot knife.

A smirk played at the corner of my lips as I pushed him away from me, stepping away from the wall and towards the bed. I bent over, arching my back as my elbows held me up on the bed.

Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I looked back at him with a devilish look. “Well,buddy, are you going to make good on that offer, or what?”

I had never been spanked before, not sexually, at least, but there was something in his tone, something in his very demeanor that had me completely incapable ofbacking down now. I was many things, but I wasn’t a chicken.

His eyes heated even further, and the growl that left his lips echoed against the bedroom walls. I turned away from him as he stalked towards me, the touch of his hand against my bare back making me shiver with anticipation.

Fingernails scraped against the curve of my ass as he touched me, exploring me. One hand slid up the length of my spine, up into my hair as he applied pressure, forcing me to lie against the bedspread with my face turned to the side and held in place as his other hand explored the curves of my body.

“This ass of yours has been on my mind all day. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you traipsed out to the garage yesterday.” He spoke almost more to himself than to me, and I was glad to not have to respond. His fingers tugged at my bikini strings, and his careful, intentional touch had me quivering.

He tugged the fabric down over the curve of my ass slowly, as though he were savoring his favorite meal. Without warning, his hand came down sharply over the lower curve of my ass, making me gasp.

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

“Not at all. I’m just surprised by how weak you are,” I shot right back. Immediately, his hand came down again, much sharper. This time, I did not gasp. I was not surprised. I was ravenous. Desperate. Strike after strike landed over my skin, heating the flesh until I was groaning with desire, stunned by confusion and need, and wanting more. So much more.

“Christ, the way your ass pinks up is fucking lovely,” he groaned.

What my assdidwas sting, burning with the marks of his hands. I had never been touched like this before, and yet, I could not hold myself back from wanting more. Needing more. It was powerful. It was exciting. And it had me dripping to the point I could feel wetness at the tops of my thighs.

His fingers moved over those marks, reveling in them as his touch moved down between my legs. Fingers glided over my skin, slipping between my folds as I groaned.

“Ye-bat‘, you are dripping, princess.”

“Hmm?” I breathed out with a shuddering sigh as his fingers delved within my slit, finding my clit with practiced accuracy. Slow, circling fingertips made my mind spin with lust, desire, and desperate need for whatever he was about to do next.

“It means fuck, in Russian,” he chuckled, pushing the hood of my clit back to find the sensitive bud beneath. His touch was gentle, a complete juxtaposition to the strength of his swats.

“Oh, fuck!” I repeated back to him as his fingers slipped inside of me. Slowly, gently, he pushed deeper, letting me feel the stretch his fingers gave.

“Open for me. Let me get to know your body,” he whispered, pressing kisses against the length of my spine as he explored my depths. Breath fanned over my heated skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

“God, you smell so good. What perfume do you wear?” He growled against my skin.

“I’m notwearing perfume,” I muttered into the bedspread.

“Trakhni menya…” he groaned so loudly the sound vibrated against my skin. “This is all you. Just you.”

A second finger slid in beside the first, stretching me until I ached, making me clench around his fingers like a vise.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you, princess? Just from this slow touch. Are you that desperate?” Teasing and toying, he pushed me closer to that pinnacle.

I felt him shift behind me, and suddenly he removed his fingers from my core, leaving me aching with the emptiness.

“Open.” It was a command, but my mind was too muddled with arousal to process what he meant.

“Huh?”

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