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His big hands were hungry on me, palming my breast then snaking down my back to my ass.
“My greedy little woman.” He gently bit into my earlobe, murmuring Russian words. His hands came to my hips and his fingers dug into the flesh, tugging me back and forth causing a delicious friction.
My moans were getting louder, I was so close.
“Open your eyes, malyshka,” he growled. “I want you to see who’s touching you.”
I forced my heavy eyelids open, watching him. With each grind, his hard cock brushed against me. My hands gripped his shoulders, balancing myself, our gazes locked. The pale blues burned like infernos, drawing me in. The sight was intoxicating, mesmerizing.
His mouth crashed into mine, our tongues intertwining. The whiskey on his tongue made me drunk.Hemade me drunk.
“Please.” It was my turn to beg.
Chapter Nineteen
Vasili
She didn’t leave. My chest boomed with love. Yes, I fucking loved her. I have loved her for years, never forgetting that one night with her.
“Please,” she begged.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered hoarsely, barely holding on to my control. I wanted to sprawl her on this bed and fuck her hard until she screamed my name. I didn’t give a shit if everyone heard it. She was mine; they would know who she belonged to.
She scrambled to obey, kneeling between my legs. Her fingers eagerly reached for the buckle of my pants, the jingle of it followed by the zipper. My cock was eager for her; I was so eager for her that I didn’t even reprimand her for going for my cock before I gave her permission.
Next time,I thought. Right now I craved her with desperation.
“Suck,” I told her and her eyes hazed with lust. She took my hard shaft into her mouth, her whiskey brown eyes pinned to mine, and there wasn’t a better sight. Her mouth was like heaven, warm and soft, savoring me like she was as starved for me as I was for her.
I’d missed her so damn much. Her scent, her softness, those hazed, lust filled eyes. I watched as she ran her pink tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip in one long motion. Her tongue was soft on my cock, her mouth warm. Her head bobbed up and down between my legs, alternating between licking and sucking. She was perfect. And mine!
A loud groan left my mouth, and my hands fisted into her hair.
“You are fucking mine,” I hissed, thrusting my hips until I hit the back of her throat. A shudder ran through me as I slid back out, her tongue stroking my cock. She was the one for me. She has been it for me for a long time. I was her first and wanted to be her last.
I haven’t been this hard since that night I took her virginity. She made me crazy with lust, throwing all my control out the window. Her moans vibrated through my shaft, igniting the flames further.
Pulling her from my cock and up onto her feet, I gathered her closer to me, my hands hungry on her exposed flesh. Next, I ripped her flimsy little Cleopatra bra off and her skirt followed.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered in a raspy voice.
She obeyed without hesitation, and it warmed my chest. After what I had done to her, she still trusted me, at least in the bedroom.
Her beautiful naked body sprawled out over the red covers. Fuck, I could spill just watching her pale skin stark against the red around her. Her dark mane covered part of her breast and my fucking hand actually shook as I brushed it away. She was so fucking beautiful, it hurt to look at her. I wanted her with me forever. Ineededher with me forever.
“Open your legs,” I growled, my control teetering on the edge. I stood up, getting rid of my pants and socks. Taking my hard cock into my hand, I watched her sprawled on my bed. “I want to see what’s mine.”
I stroked my hard cock that ached to bury itself into her pussy. It remembered her; she was home. Her throat gulped, her eyes locked on my cock that glistened with pre-cum for her.
Without hesitation, her legs parted and revealed the glistening evidence of her arousal. Blotches of blush marked her chest and crept up her neck to color her cheeks. There was a slight embarrassment that flashed on her face.
I kept my one hand on my dick and reached out with the other to brush the soft skin on her cheek. She leaned into my touch, and my heart squeezed in my chest.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I murmured softly. She was the only woman that made me want to be soft. “I’m going to fuck you, and you are going to fuck me.” Our gazes met, and the look in her eyes took my breath away. Need, vulnerability, desire, and something I didn’t dare put a name to… all wrapped in her soft whiskey gaze. “If you want me to stop, tell me.”
And I would stop, so help me God. But fuck, I hoped she wouldn’t ask it.
“I want you, Vasili.” Her voice was husky and soft.
