He cupped the back of her head in one huge hand and tilted her so he could fill her mouth with his tongue, thrusting into her the way she knew he wanted to fuck her with his cock. She moaned into his mouth, accepting him, knowing she didn’t have a choice and loving it. She yanked at his shirt until he had to break their kiss and pull away from her just enough to get rid of the fabric that separated their bare skin.
“Blyadkotenok, been too fucking long,” he groaned against her, licking and biting the skin of her bare shoulder. She felt him unhook the chain around her neck and yank the fabric of her shirt, baring her breasts. She wore no bra.
He groaned and arched her back in his arms, attacking her breasts, devouring them whole with lips and tongue until she was filling the room with her cries. He carried her, still wrapped around him to the desk and laid her across the hard, wooden top. Laney stretched her arms out, sweeping papers and pens aside, uncaring of their importance. Nothing was as important as being with Boris in that moment.
Once she was laid out across his desk, wantonly writhing and begging for his hot tongue on her breasts, he was able to pull the rest of her clothes away. Everything except her thigh sheaths and the holster around her waist. He took a step back from her and grinned down at her wolfishly. Laney leaned up on one elbow and glared at him. “What?” she demanded, “why did you stop?”
“Fuck, Laney, seeing you laying spread out on my desk where I do my business, wearing nothing but your gun and your knives,” he ran his hand down his face and beard as though barely able to contain himself. He reached down to unbuckle his belt and adjust his cock, never taking his eyes off her. “You take my breath away, woman.”
She grinned up at him and brought her feet up on the desk. With aching slowness, she reached down between her thighs, teasing the black hair between her thighs before very delicately parting her labia and showing him a peek of her flushed clitoris. She fluttered her long lashes at him. “You like playing dangerous games, Godzilla?”
His huge chest lifted and dropped as he sucked air into his lungs, watching her fingers intently as she touched herself. “Only with you, Laneykotenok.”
She brought her hands down to the desk and pushed herself up until she was sitting on the edge, then pushed herself off. He growled in protest when she stood in front of him instead of on her back pleasuring herself, where he preferred her. Swiftly she pulled her daggers from the sheaths and held them up for him to see. He watched her eyes as she held them up. All playfulness left her eyes.
“I stabbed you,” she breathed, reaching around to touch him gently on the back before dropping her hand.
He nodded gravely. “You had no choice, Laney. It was barely a scratch for a man like me.”
“I caused you pain,” she whispered.
He gave her a tight smile. “I fucking love it when you hurt me. It is the best kind of pain.”
“I only want to make you feel good,” she said licking her lips.
“I always feel good when I’m with you,” he growled down at her. “I have been spending nearly a year trying to tell you this.”
She nodded and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. Staring up at him she brought her hands up to his zipper. She had to stretch up his thighs to reach him. He captured her wrists and shook his head. “You don't have to do this.”
She licked her lips again, her eyes growing heavy with desire. She flicked her hands, slapping the edges of her daggers against his forearms, reminding him that she was still armed. He let her go with a grunt. She grinned and purred, “Oh, I want to, Godzilla.”
She reached into his underwear and pulled his thick, veined cock free. With a moan, she dropped her blades and reached for it with both hands, grasping the base and wrapping her small fingers around it. She had to crouch in order to reach him with her mouth, unable to do so on her knees. He reached down and took her hair in his hands, clutching it desperately, feeling the silken strands slide through his tattooed fingers as her tongue touched him for the first time.
“Blyad!”
The swore tore explosively from his throat as she sucked the tip of him into her greedy mouth. She swirled her tongue against his slit and then explored the broad purple head until he was vibrating with the effort not to savagely fuck her face and throat. He would hurt the petite woman if he did what he so badly wanted to do to her. She bobbed her face further down the broad length of his dick, clearly exploring her limits. Shyly she touched his heavy ball sac with her fingertips before lightly squeezing him, forcing a groan from him. She used her other hand to squeeze the base of his shaft while swiping him with her wicked tongue, swallowing his salty pre-cum down her throat.
She tried taking more of him into her mouth and throat, but he was too big for her. She gagged, her throat flexing and squeezing him. His hand clenched in her hair and he swore in a jumble of several languages. She sat back, spit dripping down her chin and looked up at him with wide eyes. Then she slowly ran her tongue lovingly over his engorged cock while he watched, before trying to swallow him down her throat once more.
“Fuck, woman!” he yelled as she purposely gagged herself on him. He clenched his hand in her hair and, unable to help himself, thrust himself into her mouth, filling her with his cock until she gurgled. He looked down at her bent back, at the gun strapped just above her ass and nearly shot his load right down the back of her throat. Instead he pulled out of her.
Spit dripped down her chin and onto her chest. He pulled her up by the hair, picked her up by the waist, lifted her off the floor and licked the spit off of her before devouring her red lips in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He broke the kiss and dropped her back onto the desk. He lifted her legs over his arms, forcing them wide and lined himself up against her soaked entrance. She arched her back and moaned as he slammed himself home inside her.
Laney shrieked and clutched his biceps as her body worked to accept the sudden invasion. He breathed heavily and held her open, though she struggled against him in an attempt to ease the fullness. He needed her too badly to allow her to hold back now. He pulled back and shifted her legs wider against his arms before sliding more fully into her. She moaned and arched back against the desk, her gun rocking against the wood.
Boris leaned forward and filled her open mouth with his tongue, distracting her from the stretching fullness of his cock in her tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When he felt her body loosen, he leaned back and reached between their bodies, gliding his thumb over the tiny, slick mound of her clit until she was crying out and thrashing underneath him.
She tried to move her legs to ease the fullness of his thrusts and the attack on her clit. “No, you don’t,” he growled, grabbing hold of her ankle and forcing it back over his shoulder.
Taking hold of her waist, he slammed her down on his cock, hammering into her until she was screaming through her orgasm. He gave her a slashing grin of satisfaction before following her over the edge of bliss with an orgasm of his own that was so powerful his knees grew weak and he was forced to pull out of her and kneel on the floor between her legs next to the desk. The stars on his knees may mean he would kneel for no man, but he sure as fuck would kneel for this woman any day. If she only knew how much power she held over him.
“This is the best view I’ve had all day,” he mumbled, looking over at her glistening pussy.
“Pervert,” she sighed.
He stood, pulled her limp body off the desk and tossed her over his shoulder as gently as he could. She moaned and smacked his shoulder weakly. “I can walk!” she complained.
“Nyet,” he denied, striding out of the office.