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“I want to make you come with me inside you,” he rasps, his voice strained with unbridled lust.
I nod, my chest heaving as I slowly come down from my high.
Digging inside his jeans pocket, Mishka pulls out a condom, and my stomach quivers. Does that mean he’ll come inside me this time? I hope so. As hot as it was to watch him finish—and then again to finish him off—in the woods, I really want to feel what it’s like to come with him.
Capturing the foil between his teeth, Mishka quickly gets to work stripping his jeans. As I admire his perfectly hard, thick cock as it makes its appearance, he tears the condom’s wrapping and removes the rubber.
My pulse quickens as he rolls it down his length. My hands twitch to help, to feel just how hard he is. But I stay where I am, too entranced by his godlike figure to tear my eyes away.
And when he slowly settles between my legs, my heart starts to race.
Mishka pauses as he hovers on top of me. His arms cage me, his face so close I can feel his breath washing across my cheeks. His stormy blue eyes are so full of emotion that it rocks me to my core.
This isn’t just lust between us.
Though the attraction is out of this world, I can see he feels it too. We’re connected on a far deeper, more meaningful level. He wants me for who I am, and I’m enraptured by this enigma of a man—so hard and unbreakable on the outside, yet he’s capable of such deep emotion.
I feel more like myself around Mishka than I have around any of my girlfriends, even my family. I can express my dreams to him without judgment or the affectionate indulgence with which my father views my education. My parents might consider it a pastime until I find a worthy man to settle down with, but Mishka doesn’t just recognize that it’s important to me. He’s proud of me for it.
And that’s what I see in his captivating gaze, a deep appreciation for who I am, an attraction to what makes me tick, not just the curves he so perfectly worships, not my eyes nor the color of my hair. He wants me for who I am.
“Come with me?” I breathe.
Mishka releases a deep breath, his eyes passionately intense. He claims my lips at the same time his girthy erection presses inside me. Our simultaneous groans vanish into each other’s mouths. My core throbs at the euphoria of being so incredibly full, and tingles race up and down my spine.
Slowly rocking inside me, Mishka claims me with a passion that drives me wild. I pant, fingers pressing into his back as I hold him against me. Friction builds between us, tantalizing my hardened nipples and stimulating my clit.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans, delving inside me more adamantly as his pace quickens.
“Don’t stop!” I gasp as my excitement builds rapidly. I’m on the edge, ready to topple into heavenly bliss at a moment’s notice.
And the thought of coming with Mishka makes it almost impossible to hold on. Each breath bursts from me, growing steadily louder as he rocks inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips, riding his strident rhythm, and I feel as though I might burst, I’m so aroused.
Mishka grunts, his muscles straining, and my heart flutters with anticipation.
“Come with me, Alina,” he groans.
He says my name like a prayer, and that’s all it takes to launch me into the stars. I bury my face in his neck as I cry out. My walls clamp down around his throbbing cock, milking his hard length as he slams inside me.
His hips jerk erratically, heat floods my body, and he twitches in time to my pulsing release. I quiver beneath his heaving chest, our breaths ragged as we come together. The euphoria that floods my body leaves me in blissful oblivion.
Slowly, my legs turn to noodles, and I release his hips to let them fall open. Mishka lies on top of me, his warmth like a cozy blanket, his weight both trapping and soothing me at once.
“You’re dangerously addictive,” he breathes, brushing a feather-light kiss across my lips.
I hum contentedly as I revel in the wake of my bliss. Deep satisfaction fills my chest to have him still buried inside me. “You can have me whenever you like,” I promise.
Mishka chuckles, the sound low and dark. “Just what an addictive substance would say,” he teases. He softly combs the loose strands of my hair away from my sweaty temple, and he smiles down on me with a warmth that belies his playful words. “You should probably get inside before anyone notices you’re gone.”
I nod, but when he starts to rise, I hold firmly to his hips, keeping him deep in my depths. Again, he chuckles, and that sound thrills me as much as his kisses, making my walls tighten greedily.
“I don’t think your father would take kindly to my carrying you inside like this,” he points out, his smile breaking my heart.
I laugh, drawing a groan from him as my core spasms around him, and though we’ve only just finished, I can feel him start to harden inside me once again.
“You’re trouble,” he growls, and with a crushing kiss, he withdraws from me. “Now let me get dressed before I’m tempted to ravage you a second time.”
Grinning, I right myself and collect my clothes from the floor of the back seat. We dress quickly, each squirming back into our pants before donning our shirts. Then Mishka pulls me back onto his lap to steal another tender kiss.
