Page 7 of Nurse for the Russian Mafia

The light in here shines like a beacon through the perfectly thin fabric of her shirt, letting me see her temptingly large nipples. She isn’t one of those flat, bone-chested women society seems to adore.

She’s a full-figured goddess, and I need to claim her.

“I’m interrupting,” she whispers.

I stand up like a beast disturbed from his slumber, laconic, but ready to leap into action if the mood strikes me. I don’t try to cover my throbbing manhood, which points almost straight up, infused with rock hard desire.

The precome drips onto the floor and I see her eyes snap to it, as though she’s angry with me for wasting it. She must know, too, that it belongs inside her. I’m going to shove my baby making spear deep into her fleshy folds, and shoot all my burning desire deep inside of her.

Just her.

Forever.

“I was thinking about you,” I growl, casually stroking myself.

She bites her lip. A brilliant flush of red spreading like blooming rose petals across her face, the tastiest shock of embarrassment I’ve ever seen.

There are women in my world who would immediately drop to their knees in this situation, who would debase themselves while thinking they were being ‘cool’ or ‘modern’ or whatever nonsense those women spew to justify their unappealing behavior.

Not my Samantha, though. She doesn’t toss herself around so flippantly.

I quickly put on my pants, sheathing myself. But neither of us can ignore the explosive tension still pressing visibility in a weapon-like outline against the fabric. I notice her sky-colored eyes flit to it more than once.

“You’re joking,” she says after a pause.

Her chest heaves up and down, causing those sun-shaped breasts to vibrate. They are so large, so womanly, I bet they would produce more than enough milk for our children…and perhaps leave some behind for me too.

“Why is that so hard for you to believe?” I snarl.

She blinks, and then gestures to my wound. “Your bandage needs changing.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I growl.

She walks to the other side of the room, her back to me. I want to be respectful, because something is clearly bothering her. But the way her sweatpants cling like gossamer to her ass is just making me harder, weighting my balls heavily like stones, driving my mind to savage thoughts.

“Men don’t fantasize about me, Alexander,” she mutters.

“They better not,” I almost shout, following after her. “If they did, they’d soon learn what happens to fools who try to take what belongs to me. You’re mine, Samantha, and if I learn about any man arguing that fact, and it is a fucking fact, I’d do things to them I would never sully your ears with.”

She turns to me slowly. There are pricks of shining crystal in her eyes, and then a single tear rolls down her cheek. She wipes it away quickly. “I’m being so silly,” she huffs. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I’m a virgin,” she says. “So, you know, whatever you were expecting to happen here, you can pretty much rule it out. Maybe you thought this would be like some epic porno or something, but I’m not even a tiny bit experienced. I know you’ll want to heal up and go back to your harem, now, or whatever the hell you—”

“Harem?” I snarl. I take another step forward. I watch as the fiery blush spreads down to her neck. “I don’t indulge in weak shit like that. I’ve been waiting my whole life for the right woman, the woman who I can claim, forever. And I love that you’re a virgin. That just makes it all the sweeter.”

“R-really?”

I wonder if there are words to describe what her declaration makes me feel.

Immediately, my thoughts are filled with vivid images of her lying naked in bed, her feast-worthy breasts bouncing as I drive up into the uncharted territories of her soaking-wet sex. I want to look down and see that I’ve crushed her virginity with the bulging head of my manhood, sweet red drenching me, and then sweet white as her squirting pleasure mixes with the waters of our voyage.

But if there are words, I can’t form them. I’m to alive with brutal hunger.

I grab her shoulders and pull her close to me, kissing her firmly. She gasps and stands stunned for a moment. But I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest through the gorgeous flesh of her breasts. Finally, she relaxes and sinks into it. I wrap her tongue around mine and then slide my hand down her goose-pimpled belly, down toward her mound.

“Oh, God,” she whispers.

I keep sliding my hand down to her pubis and finding her lips.

A quiver moves through her as I caress what no man has ever touched before.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I whisper close to her ear.

“Would you judge me if I said no?”

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