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“Mmm,” she moaned and gripped me harder, jerked me faster. “Igor,” she moaned and rubbed her thumb over the wet slit of my cock. “Yes.” She moved like a woman possessed as she dropped to her knees before me and yanked my pants down, finally freeing my cock. She looked at it like she was a hungry woman and licked her lips before she wrapped her lips around me. “So big and so hard.”
My head fell back when she took me deep, but I forced my head forward so that I could see every swipe of her tongue, every flutter of her eyelids as she fucked me with her mouth. “Fuck, April.” Over and over she took me to the back of her throat, a slightly rough move that provided delicious pleasure against my slit. “April,” I growled but she ignored more, cupping my sac and swallowing around me. My hips bucked forward, and she opened her throat to take all of me. “Fuck. Come here, my dirty girl.” I helped her to her feet and removed the t-shirt to find nothing but a pair of white cotton panties covering her sweet pussy. “Beautiful.”
She sucked in a breath when I picked her up and laid her vibrating body on the bed. “Igor, please.” She pressed her knees together, using the friction to ease the ache.
“Open up,” I commanded. “Don’t hide from me, April. Let me see that pretty pink pussy. Open up for me.” My voice was a low gravel as her legs slowly parted just enough to let me see the damp spot on the white cotton. “Yeah, just like that.” She arched into me as I slipped the panties down her leg.
“Igor,” she whimpered as I slid one finger up and down the plump lips that protected her clit.
“So pretty. So pink. So fucking wet,” I growled and gripped the inside of her thighs before I dove in and feasted on her sweet wet pussy. I couldn’t get enough as I flicked my tongue against her clit, sucked it until she dug her fingernails into my scalp.
“Igor, fuck yes!” She arched into me when I started to fuck her with my tongue. The hard tug of her hands on my hair only spurred me on. “Igor,” she panted as her heels dug into my shoulder blades.
Up and up she climbed while I fucked her and feasted on her. She called out my name and gripped me tight enough to sting and all I could do was moan as her juices coated my lips and dripped down my chin.
“Igor,” she cried out just as her orgasm claimed her and jerked her body back and forth until her pleasure crested and her body went slack against the mattress. “Holy shit.”
I smiled as I kissed my way up her body, stopping at her hipbones, her belly button, and her delicious nipples. “We’re just getting started,” I groaned and licked her lips. “Taste yourself on me, April. Do you like it?”
She nodded and licked greedily at my tongue, moaning and rubbing her wet pussy against my cock. “It tastes like us,” she whispered against my lips. “More.”
Her plea fell on a breathless whimper that tore at the last shreds of my control, and I sank deep in one long thrust. “April.”
“Yes,” she cried out and hooked her ankles around my back.
“You’re so wet and so fucking tight. I love it.” My hips moved on their own, deeper and faster, so hard the bed banged against the wall. “Your pussy is greedy for me tonight.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she licked her lips. “She is. All she wants is your cock, Igor. More. Please.”
I gave her what she asked for. More. I fucked her hard and deep and still it wasn’t enough. I needed more of her. Needed to sink deeper into her until I left a piece of myself behind. “Fuck, April. So goddamn good.”
Her pussy clenched tight at my words and a rush of moisture flooded between us. Her hips pushed up and met me stroke for stroke, greedy and hungry, desperate for me.
I pumped with everything I had, rearing back I pulled her with me, so she was at an angle and I sank deeper. “You’re close, April. So close.”
She nodded, eyes wide and glassy as she reached her pleasure.
“I want you to come for me. Come all over my cock, drench me in your juices.”
She pulsed around me, faster and faster, climbing higher and higher until the dam finally broke and she fell apart withmy name on her lips. “Igor, yes.” Her body shook and vibrated through her orgasm, rising and falling as I continued to pound into her. “Oh. My. God. Igor!”
April came again and again, the power of it was so intense that one second, I was fucking her hard and fast and the next, the whole world came to a stop. My vision blurred and my hips burrowed deeper into her body as my cock erupted inside of her. “Oh fuck, April. Fuck!” My spine cracked as pleasure continued to explode out of me and right into her.
“Igor,” she warned as one final burst of pleasure escaped and sent a large rush of liquid gushing between us. “Oh myfuckinggod!” She held me tight, her nails dug into my shoulders as she let out incoherent mumblings in my ear.
My lids grew heavy as did my body and I rolled away, pulling her with me just as her breathing evened out and she rested her head on my chest. A low moan escaped, and she snuggled in close and wrapped a possessive arm low around my waist.
I let out a heavy breath as the truth of the matter became clear. This sweet woman who I’d met in such an odd way was not only carrying my baby, but she was becoming important to me.
Important, the one thing I promised I would never let happen.
Chapter Twenty-Five
April
When I woke up it was still dark outside, and my face was pressed up against a hot, hard wall of man. My nipples were so hard they ached almost as much as the ache pulsed between my legs.
Igor’s hand draped around my back possessively as if he was afraid that I would slip away while he slept. I took advantage of our positions and watched him, took in every detail of his beautiful face and his gorgeous body. Looking at him now you might guess he was a model or a CEO of an international corporation, not the head of the Russian mafia. His thick brown hair stood up in all directions, and I smiled as I remembered exactly why and when my fingers had done their handiwork. High cheekbones and a sharp jaw offset the plumpness of his full lips.
