Page 7 of Wrong Number. Right Don.
There’s a sudden absence, a loss as he removes his fingers from me. I nearly scream in frustration. I’m about to protest, when, in one swift motion, he rips my panties clean off.
The sound of lace tearing barely registers before his fingers thrust inside me, stretching me open, filling me in one devastating stroke.
“Sergei,” I cry, pleasure ripping through me.
“Shh.” His fingers pump—slow, ruthless—while his thumb circles my clit just lightly enough to drive me insane. “You want to be fucked by a real man, don’t you?”
I whimper and nod rapidly, my hips arching, my entire body desperate. Then he pulls his fingers out. I nearly scream at the loss. His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up gently until I’m staring into his eyes. His expression is dark, smug, completely in control.
“On your knees.”
My knees hit the floor instantly.
The carpet burns against my skin, but I don’t care. My fingers fumble with his belt, yank it open, draw his zipper down. My breathing turns ragged as I finally free him.
Fuck.
He’s thick, hard, and huge.
I lick my lips, flicking my gaze up. “Do you want me to beg?”
His eyes darken, his jaw tightening.
“No,” he answers with a wicked grin. “I have other ideas for that smart mouth of yours.”
I wrap my hand around him and drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his skin and theway his muscles go taut. Then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I take him in my mouth as deeply as I can.
Sergei groans, his hips jerking forward, fingers tightening in my hair as I suck him in inch by inch, my throat stretching to take him all.
“Fuck, Nicole,” he growls, his voice rough, strained. His fingers burrow deeper, guiding my rhythm as I work him with tongue, lips, and a hint of teeth.
I moan around him, letting the vibrations tease his cock, and he curses, his control slipping.
Then he yanks me away, hauling me to my feet by my hair. “Bed. Now.”
I stumble back, my body thrumming with need as I guide him to my bedroom. Somewhere along the way, we lose what clothes we have left, so that we’re both completely bare by the time we reach the bed. I climb onto the mattress and turn to face him, his powerful, inked body making my breath hitch.
He grabs my thighs, yanking me down the bed, spreading me wide for him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he plunges into me with one brutal, glorious thrust.
A choked moan tears from my throat, the sudden stretch almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop. My back arches off the mattress, pulling him even closer. I claw at the bedspread, searching for anything to keep me anchored.
He pounds into me, fast and deep.
“Sergei,” I gasp. “Fuck!”
“Is this what you wanted,malyshka?” His voice is dark silk; his thrusts, punishing. “To be fucked. To be ruined?”
I can’t even form words. I just whimper, nodding frantically. He snaps his hips harder, his cock pushing deeper, hitting that perfect spot that makes me see stars. I hear the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust as my moans turn to screams.
“Too loud,” he growls, though his smirk says he’s pleased.
I claw at his back, dragging him closer, desperate to pull him even deeper.
“Then shut me up,” I gasp.
His mouth covers my own, muffling my desperate cries as he pounds into me, faster, harder, until pleasure bursts through me, so sharp and blinding. I shatter around him, my entire body breaking apart beneath him.
Sergei breaks the kiss and curses, his thrusts turning wild, frantic, his grip bruising, his entire body coiling before he thrusts into me one last time, his groans ragged and his release pulsing deep inside me.
