Page 22 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

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Hearing Sergei lay claim almost shattered me. I had known him only three days, and damn it, I wanted to be his. He swept through me like a hurricane.

Should I warn him that I couldn’t be his? Or maybe I could just send it all to hell and be his. But just as quickly as the thought came, I dismissed it. I couldn’t do that to my parents. Despite our disagreements, I loved them and they loved me.

The last few days had not gone the way I expected at all. I didn’t lie when I told Sergei I didn’t kiss on the first date but I also never moved so fast with a boy before. Usually I took it slow. There had been nobody that made me want to kiss on the first date. Nobody ever swept me off my feet before. It usually took me a while to get comfortable with boys.

I scoffed inwardly. Sergei was right, they were boys. He was a man, and fuck, the things he could do with his mouth and his tongue. The last thing I expected today was for him to eat me out. In less than a week that I’ve known him!

I sat naked on his kitchen counter while he was still fully dressed. The feeling was erotic, empowering. He watched me like I was the most gorgeous woman on this planet, and I knew that wasn’t true. With his looks, he must have women throwing themselves at him.

He began to trace his finger around my clit again and my body instantly ignited under his expert touch. I was still tender, and a whimper left my mouth. I wanted him to bring me to new heights and I just came back down. The strange thing was that I had a feeling he’d do it too. He wanted to make sure I gained all the pleasure out of this.

He dipped his chin and kissed me, my mouth eagerly opened for him. I could taste myself on his tongue. It felt sexy, forbidden but right. He felt so right. My hands slipped through his hair, holding him close to me. Sergei was a beautiful man and he knew exactly what he was doing. He dominated and led the way to my pleasure. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly onto the kitchen floor. My fingers fumbled with his shirt, as he kissed me hungrily, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, flicking against mine. This man knew how to kiss and the jealous side of me wanted to claim all his kisses. The sex earlier today was thrilling, fast. But now, he took his time and the sensations he brought within me promised new heights.

His shirt gone, I traced my fingers all over his skin, his ripped abs. He had a tattoo of a sacred heart wrapped in roses over his left chest and another tattoo with writing in Cyrillic I couldn’t read over his upper right chest. I shuddered in his arms, clasped my legs around his waist. The ache between my thighs intensified with each second. I wanted him so bad.

“I want you,” I whispered breathlessly. My body and brain were focused entirely on Sergei. Nothing mattered to me right now but this man in front of me. “I need you now.”

“Fuck,” he growled.

He hauled me up into the air as I held on to him, my legs still wrapped around him. His lips never left my skin, like he wanted to taste every inch of me. Each kiss and touch of his made my body shudder in need for him.

Through the haze, I realized he took us into the bedroom when he placed me on top of the bed. Once I was laid onto his bed, he pulled back, then quickly got rid of his shoes and the rest of his clothes.

Taking a sharp breath in, I bit my lip, admiring his naked body. He was beautiful, not an ounce of fat on him. His entire body screamed strength and power. His body was pure muscle and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me again. I rubbed my thighs together, hoping to alleviate the ache for him but all it did was intensify it.

My eyes roamed down his gorgeous body and stopped on his cock. He was hard and big. So big, and I felt empty, needing him desperately. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. Yes, he was the first man I slept with, but it didn’t mean I was a saint. It just meant I never went all the way. But with certainty I knew there wasn’t a hotter specimen than this man in front of me. At least as far as I was concerned.

“I could jerk off with just your eyes on me, solnce,” he murmured in his deep voice, his accent thick, “and I wouldn’t last long. You are beautiful.”

I felt my arousal trickle down my inner thigh. I opened my legs wider, his eyes soaking me in.

“You’re wet for me,” he growled. I swore, his accent got thicker and thicker with each second.

“Yes.” My hand reached for his cock, and when I faltered, he leaned over and took my hand. Placing it over his cock, he showed me how to hold him.

His hips thrust forward into my touch, and I squeezed harder. His body was made for the most delicious sins.

“Fuck.” His head tipped back slightly, a look of bliss on his face and there wasn’t a better, more erotic sight. My pussy clenched in need for him. He slowly climbed over me, his weight shifting the bed. He leaned over his elbow, his hand reaching between our bodies, his fingers slowly tracing my pussy.

“So fucking wet,” his voice was hoarse. “Mine.”

He placed himself between my thighs and feeling the tip of his cock against my entrance made me hot. His thick heat was inching his way through my wet pussy. His mouth caught mine and he pushed his hips in a powerful surge. I wanted to make him feel just as good. My nails dug into his butt, urging him on. He pulled out, slowly and my body shivered at the loss.

He pushed back in, and I moaned into his mouth. I needed more. As if he was in sync with my needs, he began to move harder. Faster. His hips burrowed down, claiming every inch of me and a sharp gasp escaped me.

It was amazing. He was amazing. His tongue slipped into my mouth possessively, his hips thrusting into me, pounding into me. Pain and pleasure mixing. The sensation was overwhelming but not enough, as we both reached for more. I thrust my tongue against his and tightened around his cock, his pounding hard and relentless.

A scream left my lips and he swallowed it with his mouth. Sparks began to explode behind my closed eyes, every fiber of me on fire as I chased the mind-blowing orgasm only he could give me.

“Sergei,” my voice was muffled, and I clenched tightly around his cock inside me. My body shuddered with intense release, as he continued rutting me. Another hard thrust and he followed right behind me with a roar. Both of us shuddered following our release, his body on mine. I didn’t want to let go of him and tears pricked in my eyes at the intensity of feelings. He was nothing but a stranger but had made me feel more alive than I had ever felt.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, absorbing his scent and memorizing it for the future I could never have with him.

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