Page 14 of Nurse for the Russian Mafia

I wonder if I’ll be able to take all of him like I want to, like I need to. My womb screams at me from somewhere deep and primordial, “Take this man’s seed. He is your protector. He will keep the dangers from your doorstep. He is the only protector you will ever need.”

“Are you ready?” he growls, staring down at me. His whole body is vibrating. “Because I need to feel that wetness. I need to feel how badly your body wants to take my seed.”

“I want it badly,” I sigh. “P-please, Alexander, don’t make me wait any longer.”

He clenches his teeth and arches his back.

I gasp and close my eyes for a moment, seeing stars. All ten-plus inches of him drive inside me like a spear of pain-tinged pleasure. But the pain doesn’t last long, only a minute or so as he softly eases in and out of me, opening me, making me his. I will my body to fit around his shape.

Finally, my wall spreads open, wet pleasure blossoming across my lower half.

I stare into his eyes, my lips quivering, unable to believe the airy and intense pulsations moving through my body. My nipples harden as twirling electric pleasure consumes them. Deep inside me, I feel him, filling me up.

Then I look down and see a tint of red as he slides out, covering his manhood.

“Oh, I’m so sorry …”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Sorry?” he growls. “What do you have to be sorry about?”

He pulls out of me. Have I made him angry? But then he reaches down and strokes his hand over his cock, gathering up my wetness. Soon, his hand is covered in my juices.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “You belong to me. And so does this.”

He sucks the juices from his fingers, eyes fixated on me the whole time. My heart is hammering in my chest and my toes are curling. I feel something happening, something I didn’t even know was possible. Am I going to have an orgasm without him touching me, just lying here, watching?

“That’s so..so-”

His eyes stay on me. He knows what’s happening, too. He keeps sucking. When his hand is clean, he shakes his head at me slowly.

“You’re about to release your pleasure, aren’t you?”

“Mm-mm.” I nod.

“Wait,” he commands. “We’ll finish together. As it’s meant to be.”

He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed. He stands as he grips my thighs and drives his manhood inside of me again. I clamp my legs tight around him, squeezing onto his perfect length. Even if he overfills me, I don’t care, not now. I almost had a quivering orgasm just watching him slurp away my juices.

Now…

Our gazes lock as we collapse into this shared moment. His jaws go tight and everything in me stills. For the first time in my life, my mind is quiet, my anxiety gone. I clutch onto his shoulders and dig my fingernails in. The muscle is too firm, though, and one of my nails breaks. But there isn’t any pain.

“Ahhhhh!” I cry, as my pussy starts to tighten and then loosen, pulsations that send surging pleasure down all ten-some inches of his massive, hot cock.

“Yes,” he grunts, driving deeper, harder.

“Come in me,” I cry, hoping I don’t sound silly. But if the lust that fires brightly in his eyes is anything to go by, I don’t. “Please, please…”

But then I can’t talk anymore. I just scream, the orgasm shooting waves of pleasure through me. It touches every part of me, my toes curling, my cheeks burning red, my whole body captivated with this one perfect explosion of shared euphoria.

Alexander clenches his teeth, eyes locked on me as he pushes through my tightening pussy and holds himself there, shooting his precious elixir deep inside of me…all the better to make a baby.

Alexander falls atop me, panting. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze on tightly, his boulder like chest muscles flattening my breasts. I keep squeezing because, if I don’t, he might get up and tell me this was all a joke after all.

But when he does pull back, it’s to look at me, eyes moving up and down. I follow his gaze and notice that I’ve bled some more.

“Alexander, I’ll go and clean myself up …”

“Don’t you dare waste a single drop,” he growls, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He brings his lips to my sex. “This is all mine.”

He massages my ass as his tongue makes shapes on my center, up and down my lips, circling my clit. Then he loses all control and just consumes me, opening his mouth wide and grinding his whole face against me.

I stare down at him, at the muscles shifting in his neck each time he tastes me, and I can’t hold it anymore. Everything unleashes as I writhe on the bed, my body turning this way and that uncontrollably.

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