Page 169 of Crave

Especially with Mila about to give birth, I’d like to be around for my nephew and Elena.

“Don’t forget Sheila and Bruce.”

Much to Nikolai’s delight, he’s on flamingo duty. But Elena loves seeing them, so it was easy to get him to agree. He does anything for that little girl.

The room is filled with the loud grumbling of my hungry stomach.

“Time for dinner?” Alexei chuckles.

“Sounds that way.”

I’m opting for small, frequent meals to start with. Alexei had the place stocked with just about every food you could imagine, so there is always something I fancy.

“I’ll cook.” He taps my ass, meaning it’s time for me to untangle myself from him.

When he stands, I can’t help but ogle the outline of his cock in those gray sweatpants.

With a knowing look, he twists his head to glance at me and playfully winks, before continuing on his way to the kitchen.

I quietly get up and tiptoe behind him, trying not to make a sound. As he reaches up into the cupboard, I quickly lungeforward and yank down his sweatpants, causing them to drop to his ankles.

I gasp as his bare ass is exposed.

So I slap it. Hard.

I watch as he unabashedly turns to face me, his erection already becoming noticeable.

“My turn.” He smirks, and as he leans forward, I jump out of the way and dart towards the bedroom.

Fuck, I’m laughing so much when I slam the door behind me. I lean over the bed to catch my breath.

The sound of his heavy footsteps approaching behind me fills the room.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Lara.”

My eyes go wide and I hiccup before turning to face him.

“Ah, you lost the pants rather than pull them up.”

I can’t stop staring at his enormous dick, the piercing catching my attention. God, it looks so good.

He stalks towards me, and excitement courses through me.

Grabbing the front of my delicate lace nightgown, he tears it apart in one swift motion.

Licking his lips, his eyes travel up my body until our gazes meet.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms around my exposed middle, and he places his hand over mine.

“You were made to be worshiped by me, baby. Let me show you?”

Maybe I need this? I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

“O-okay.”

Gripping both shoulders, he guides me in front of a full-length mirror opposite the bed. I focus on him as he stands behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder.

“Don’t look at me. Look at yourself.”

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