Page 44 of The Russian Retribution

A jolt moves through her body. One hand remains gripped on my shoulder while the other slides up into my hair. She winds strands around her fingers and grips on, but it’s nothing too tight.

My fingers work through her folds, stroking and caressing around her clit, then through her inner folds and gently pressing inside her. Each time I’m knuckle deep, I retract and tease her clit once more. Anastasia’s moans deepen, and her face utterly enraptures me.

Her brows repeatedly knit together. She stares up at me but then eventually closes her eyes and presses her head back into the cushions. I study the subtle flickers of pleasure that dance across her features, from the parted lips to the constant swallowing, the shallow breaths and the way she rocks her head from side to side each time my fingers slide inside her. She’s like an instrument,and I’m playing her to the sound of her beautiful moans. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she pulls me down an inch, then uses the grip to pull me back like she can’t decide where she wants me.

Higher and higher she whimpers with her body rolling up against me. Our legs are tangled together but they shift back and forth, seeking purchase in order to thrust her hips up further. I watch it all.

Suddenly, her eyes fly open and our gazes lock.

“Erik!” she gasps sweetly, then her eyes roll back in her head and she comes with a breathless moan.

Her pussy clamps down around my fingers and her chest rises to meet me while her back arches. Each rippling pull of her muscles draws my fingers a little deeper inside her, and I continue my attention to help her through her orgasm. I don’t pause until she slumps back against the cushions, panting.

“Holy shit,” she whimpers, licking her lips with a dart of her pink tongue. “Wow.”

“I’m not finished yet.” I kiss her again, trying to catch a flick of her darting tongue, and then I detangle her hand from my hair and move down her body. She’s rather boneless as I remove her leggings and panties, and it isn’t until I press a kiss to the inside of her silky, warm thigh that she speaks again.

“You don’t have to,” she says in a scratchy voice.

“I never do anything I don’t want to do,” I assure her, though a small voice in my head highlights how blurred our lines are considering she pays me. Settling down on the couch, I slide herlegs over my shoulders and immediately press my face against her swollen, hot pussy.

Anastasia jolts and gasps. Her thighs tighten about my head, and something about the way she grinds up against my face when I slide my tongue through her soaked folds sends a spear of pleasure straight to my dick.

But my focus remains on her. Burying my face against her pussy, my tongue delves against her folds and seeks out her clit. Hardening my tongue to a point, I’m flicking back and forth as the muffled sound of her louder moans drifts down around me. Hands land on top of my head, and she can’t seem to decide between pressing my head down or gripping my hair and holding on. One of my own legs slips down to the floor, but the new angle allows me to thrust my tongue deep inside her alongside my fingers. I alternate between that and licking over her clit and sealing my lips around it to suckle hard in between strokes.

The heat she radiates is enough to sear me down to the bone, and I love it. Her sweet taste bursts over my tongue, and I tongue-fuck her harder just to drown myself in her juices. My mind calms, and nothing else matters but the sounds of her whimpers, gasps, and moans. Her thighs repeatedly flex around my head, and the heels of her feet tap-dance down my back with each roll of pleasure that takes her.

This time when she comes, it’s loud, but it’s muffled in some way. Her legs crush me, sending a thrill of arousal straight through me, and I moan myself as I continue to eat her out until the last tendrils of orgasm have faded.

When I pull away, Anastasia has her fingers stuffed into her mouth to muffle herself. It’s easy to forget that this is a secret.

“See?” I say with a sly smirk. “I’m here to take care of you.”

She huffs out a laugh and looks utterly beautiful with rosy red cheeks, a flushed throat, and sparkling eyes. “Maybe I should faint more often.”

“Maybe,” I tease. “Though you really should get some proper rest.”

“Not yet,” Anastasia says, and her eyes drop down to the tent in my slacks as I stand. “Come here.” She reaches out to me with one hand, and when I accept it, she pulls me down onto the couch next to her and slides on top.

“Take off your pants.”

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ANASTASIA

Erik obeys instantly, although he’s slowly removing his clothing like he’s putting on some kind of show. I study his body as he reveals it to me, like I’m seeing him for the first time despite the other times we’ve fucked. This feels different, but I can’t put my finger on why. Maybe it’s the way he’s made my body feel from his attention or the way he holds my gaze like he’s cradling every part of me.

It’s strange.

This is just sex.

And yet thinking that feels like a lie.

Naked, he lies back down, and I glance at his hard cock standing proud from his body. My mouth waters and my body aches at the sight, then I turn my attention to his handsome face and slide into his lap. Grazing my hands over his muscular abdomen, I brace myself just below his chest and adjust my hips to align with his cock. Our eyes meet, and I sink down slowly onto his cock with a deep, low moan of satisfaction. His handsimmediately shoot to my waist, and the nerve at his jaw tics when he clenches his jaw.

“Fuck,” he gasps roughly, his eyes fluttering.

I close my own eyes and tip my head back, enjoying the blissful sensation of his cock sliding deep inside me. He reaches deeper than anyone I have ever slept with in the past, and he’s familiar now. In this moment, nothing else matters.

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