Page 54 of Nikolai

Looking down at the bulge covered by Nikolai's boxer briefs, I lick my lips. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to try. I have been thinking about using my mouth on Nikolai for longer than I care to admit. I want to give him the kind of pleasure he's given me.

Crawling between his legs, I reach for the band of his boxers then pull them down until his erection springs free. Somehow, I knew Nikolai's cock would be just as beautiful as he is. It's long and thick, and I can't wait to run my tongue along the little veins that disappear into the neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base.

"Take your shirt off for me, Leah. I want to look at your tits while my cock is in your mouth."

Giving Nikolai what he wants, I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor. Next, I don't hesitate to take his cock in my hand. I pump my hand up and down, loving the feel of the velvety smooth skin. And when a bead of precum leaks from the tip, I lean down and run my tongue over the tip, taking my first taste.

"Fuck," Nikolai hisses, settling his head back on the headboard, his eyes closed tight. I smile, loving the effect I have on him. I wrap my lips around his length, taking as much of it in my mouth as I can. It doesn't take long for me to find my rhythm, using my mouth and my hand simultaneously. I also learn by the sounds coming from Nikolai he likes it when I pay special attention to the head.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nikolai curses, followed by a string of Russian words I don't understand but sounds sexy. I love his accent. It's so thick and growly.

"Leah, I'm going to come. If you don't want it in your mouth, pull off," he warns.

I hum and keep going, letting him know I want all of him. With my go ahead, Nikolai holds my stare as he grabs a fist full of my hair. Seconds later, his jaw clenches, his abs tighten, and his pupils dilate. I know he's about to come. I feel the head of his cock swell around my lips just before Nikolai growls and fills my mouth with his release. When I'm positive I've gotten all he has to give, I release his cock from my mouth and sit back on my knees. I take in Nikolai's relaxed form, feeling happy with my performance, and I smile. "Was I okay?" I bite my bottom lip.

"Come here, Leah." Nikolai hooks his hands under my arms and swiftly maneuvers me to my back. He hovers above me.

I squeal. "What are you doing?"

"Your turn," Malyshka.

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"Got them!"Alba cheers holding up a little, white plastic bag as she comes bustling into the room with her daughter hanging off her hip. I commented earlier after Bella finished doing my makeup that I wished I had contacts. I don't usually mind my glasses, but after I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I realized it would be a shame to hide the perfected smokey eye Bella gave me, behind a pair of glasses.

"Oh, my God. You're the best! How were you able to get them? The doctor's office is closed on Saturdays."

"Emerson made a call," she tells me, and I make a mental note to thank her later.

After I put my contacts in, Bella spends another thirty-minute putting the final touches on my hair, pinning red roses through my curls.

The roses in my hair match the bouquet I'll be carrying, and it matches the outdoor décor. Nikolai and I decided to keep the ceremony simple by having it at the house and inviting just family. I caught a glimpse of the back yard earlier, and I was shocked at what the girls were able to throw together in such a short amount of time. The gazebo at the edge of the lake where Nikolai and I will say our vows is covered in white roses. Then closer to the main house next to the back patio is where we will serve the food during the after-party. Alba said Logan and Gabriel are in charge of that department. I figured as much when a friend to the club and local bar owner Charley pulled up in a van. Then I watched as he and some of the guys unloaded a couple of kegs of beer. It looks like we'll be partying King style later tonight.

"Are you ready to get changed?" Alba asks, tearing me away from my thoughts.

I smile, meeting her eyes in the reflection of the mirror where she stands behind me. "Yes."

Alba walks over to where my gown is hanging on a hook next to the closet. Today Alba will stand in as my maid of honor. The dress I chose for her is a champagne gold, sleeveless, knee-length chiffon. It matches her golden blonde hair perfectly.

Bella decides to take this moment to step out. "I'm going to make sure everything is ready. Are you still okay to start in thirty minutes, or do you need more time?"

I shake my head. "No. I'll be ready."

Once Bella leaves, Alba helps me with my dress by fastening the buttons on the back. "You're getting married," she says, her tone wistful.

"Can you believe it? I, Leah Winters, am marrying Nikolai Volkov."

Alba pauses what she's doing, and our eyes meet in the mirror once again. "I absolutely can believe it. Do you want to know why?"

I don't say anything, but she continues anyway.

"Because you're one of the kindest, most beautiful people I know. And because if anyone deserves a fairytale wedding and a happily ever after, it's you, Leah. So, yes, I can believe it."

Turning, I face Alba and pull her in for a hug. "Thank you. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you and Sam."

"I knew my ears were burnin' for a reason."

I break away from Alba to see Sam standing at the door with a massive grin on his face. I take in his attire of dark wash jeans, a black button-down shirt, and his MC cut. He strides further into the room as he takes me in, stopping in front of me. "You look gorgeous, darlin'."

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