Page 85 of Sinful Promise

I attempt to pull her legs apart, and she fights me, jamming them together and using her legs muscles to fend off my advances.

I enjoy a challenge and let her have a brief respite before I kiss her belly and force my fingers between her legs. I dip into her wetness. Her moans fuel my fire.

I lower my head between her legs and put my hands on her knees, holding them wide. I lick her pussy, and she twists, moaning with every lick. The pleasure I feel at her sounds of delight is almost painful. I suckle her and bring her to the brink of orgasm, knowing neither of us will ever be satiated until I sink my cock into her.

I grab another condom and sheath myself, pushing the enormous tip of my cock into her. She arches her back and cries out.

“What do you want?” I ask.

She raises her hips for more but says nothing.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Mm,” she murmurs.

“Dasha.” My voice cuts through the cool air. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“No.” She bites her lower lip and twists her waist, clamping her knees together.

I pull out and stand.

She immediately pleads. “Yesss.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I quickly untie her wrists and flip her onto her knees. My cock nudges her opening. I run the head inside her lips, dipping in to tease her, and pulling out. I lift her at her waist until her ass is in the air and my palm is on her back, holding her in place. I give her buttocks a resounding slap and am rewarded when she gasps.

Why is she being so stubborn?

Her hands clench the rumpled blanket under her, and her back arches. She pushes her ass against my cock.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Roman,” she pleads.

I slam into her so hard that she slides on the bed. My balls are tight. Her muscles constrict around my cock, and when I hear her scream, I come so hard I’m winded.

My arms are fatigued, and my legs are weak. I don’t know if I can move. I hold my right leg and physically move it to get out of my position.

Fuck me.

I roll onto my back, gasping for air.

I glance at Dasha. She’s lying on her stomach, totally spent.

“I didn’t know I could be this exhausted. Hell, I’m young,” she sighs.

“I know. Me, either.” I kiss her forehead as she moves to the pillow. I can tell she’s on her side, and I feel her eyes on my face. I can’t look at her, afraid she might think I’m weak because I’m in an emotional state.

“I love you, Dasha. Get some sleep. Morning will be here soon.”

I drift off to sleep. I’m in a dream, and my phone is ringing. I thought it would stop, but it continues. It’s so annoying that I wake up to make it go away.

What the hell is it? I hear it again and glance at the nightstand. My phone is lit. Fuck, it’s my phone that’s ringing. Lightning cracks overhead. What the fuck is going on?

“Hello?”

“Roman, be careful,” Nikolay says. “Our warehouse outside London is on fire. I’m moving Anya to the safe house. I’ve alerted Dmitry. Be on guard. Andrian is an animal.”

“Got it. Stay safe.”

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