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“Damn it, Ludmila, come to me. I will fuck you so good, baby, your hand will never be enough again.”
“You know I can’t.”
Fuck. Of course not. Fuck it!
“Put two fingers inside of you.”
“Now?”
“Right the fuck now.” I started rubbing my cock faster. “Fuck yourself, Ludmila. Fuck yourself hard.”
“Hard?”
“Yeah, doll. Your answer made me mad, and if I’d be there with you, I’d fuck you so fast, you’d fall off the bed. Do it.”
I could hear her through the phone, and she was following my every word. Her small moans started to escape one after another and there was a constant slapping sound in the background. She was close, and when my balls seized ready to bust, I knew we were in sync again.
“Enzo,” she whispered my name. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“Yes, baby doll. I’m here with you. Pump yourself harder, Ludmila. Make yourself cum for me.”
“I…Oh! Oh, my God.”
“No, don’t talk to God. Say my name when you cum.”
“Enzo.” Fuck me, man. This woman was going to make me rip my dick off from jerking off too hard. “Enzo, Enzo, Enzo.” She chanted over and over again, and I exploded on my stomach, pulsing in my own hand, wishing it was hers instead.
“Damn you, Russian Queen. You’ve just changed the game.” All I could hear on the other end was Ludmila gasping for air. I wanted to look at her face and see if she was as shaken by this as I was. “Are you ok, baby?”
“Yes. This was…” she swallowed audibly. “It was so much to take. If you were to be here…”
“If I was there, we wouldn’t be done.”
“You’re driving me crazy, Enzo Nucci.”
“You’re driving me crazy too, Ludmila.” I refused to say her last name.
“I want you too bad, it’s not normal. A man has never made me so reckless.” Sweet motherfucking bliss. “I’m afraid I’d do something that would cost me too much because of how hard I want you.”
We switched to something more serious. Ludmila was scared of something, and I wanted her to know that I could be her fucking shield. I was a tough motherfucker.
“Never. I’ll take care of you, baby. Tell me what you need? Money, protection? I can…”
“No, stop. This is crazy. I should have never texted you.”
“Ludmila…” she closed the call before I got to finish my sentence, and I had to go to sleep in an empty bed, without my Russian Queen to keep me company.
~~~
Days later I was going insane. I felt blue from the waist down because ever since the night she let me listen to her orgasm, Ludmila stopped answering my texts and phone calls. I spent the last two days looking for a way to get to her. I could have just showed up at Popov’s house, but the last time I was there, when I picked Katja up to go to the movies, Ludmila was nowhere to be seen. I wanted more than a frugal minute of conversation, anyway. I wanted a bed and long hours to worship her goddess body the way I was supposed to.
Not seeing or hearing from her didn’t mean I didn’t know what was going on. I talked to Katja almost every day, we chatted about stupid things and sent jokes to each other mostly, but I asked about Ludmila every time I got the chance without looking suspicious. When Katja told me she had the house to herself I asked why. She told me that her father was nowhere to be found and Ludmila went to a spa for two days. When she told me she was at the pharmacy, I found out her stepmom was sick for a couple of days, which made me climb the walls with worry.
Fuck this shit, man. Ludmila deserved more than that excuse for a man, but I knew there was no way I could convince her to just leave him. The woman wanted me – she said it herself, I made her crazy – and I wanted her, but she also ran away every time. I just wanted her with me. Every fucking minute.
Now, when I was walking to one of Dad’s bars, all I could think was that I would have loved to walk in holding her hand, after I fucked her so hard, she’d wobble on her high heels.
I had no idea what this party was about. Mom told me the family was getting together, but I didn’t remember her saying anything else. I parked the McLaren right in front of the door, next to my dad’s sleek Jaguar. Speaking of my dad, he was just walking out of the joint when I got there. He was with Hugo, Roman, and fucking Alexei Popov. Seeing the piece of shit might have ruined my mood if there wasn’t the possibility of Ludmila being inside.
