Page 238 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“? ??????,” I say in Russian.I promise.

She seals those words with a kiss, and I only break it so I can inch the head of my cock into her pussy. She stiffens for a moment, surely readying herself for what’s to come, but she doesn’t object. I thrust more of my thickness inside her, inch by inch, stretching her out.

We both groan as I move deeper and deeper, and fuck, I can’t believe I’m this deep inside.

When I reach the base of my shaft, I simply sigh and speak in Russian about how heavenly this feels. Balls deep in my Mishka’s hot pussy that’s hugging me like a one-size-too-small condom.

“Mishka. I don’t have protection,” I warn with the realization. I should have thought of that earlier, but it completely went over my head. I won’t hesitate to pull out if she wants me to, but from the look on her face, I don’t think she wants me to.

“I’m on birth control, Wolfgang,” she reassures me breathlessly. “So fuck me like you’ve wanted to all these years.”

God, you blessed us with the perfect woman.

“Thank you,” I express my gratitude and make sure she’s securely on the counter. “Now, hold on, Mishka. This is going to be rough and fast.”

“Bring it on,” she encourages and moans as I get moving.

Mishka’s pussy is so fucking perfect. So hot and tight, she practically milks me with every thrust. I’m already turned on, my body tingling with so many various emotions. I’m on a high I can’t describe, and I know it won’t be long before I lose it entirely.

I make every thrust count.

Deep and hard.

My moans and grunts get lost with her moans and whimpers, the two of us now on autopilot as we ride the build of our unified connection.

Our lips collide, our kisses sloppy and desperate, and for a moment, all that doubt and worry about not being among the group disappear.

I feel like I belong again. That I can fit into this group relationship and don’t need to outcast myself like I have been.

Listening to Mishka moan my name.

The way her lips fight for control and claim mine like they’re completely irresistible.

I can’t help but get completely lost in her atmosphere.

With her in my arms, my cock deep inside, and my lips dominating hers, I feel like we can go the whole way. That I’m allowed to share her with the others.

Because I’m just as worthy.

“Wolf…gang,” she warns, and I know she’s fighting to hold her orgasm for me.

This woman is beyond my imagination.

She’s everything you’d want in a woman and more, and it’s crazy because I know I haven’t grazed the surface of her. Unlike the others, I don’t know those dark, forbidden secrets she shares with Maddox. Or have that calming connection she shares with Damien. Or even have that playful banter connection as she does with Ace.

Our connection is different. Unique in its way.

One where I flow into the spaces when I need to and can carry a silent conversation with just eye contact.

That’s why she sought me out.

She saw the truth in my eyes when I congratulated her.

Mishka can see through it all.

That’s why she’s here to make things right.

“You gonna cum with me, Mishka,” I breathe heavily, my body growing rigid as I further increase my thrust speed. “We’re going to cum together, yes?”

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