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He rips it expertly with his teeth, and one-handed, removes the rubber. I take it from him, and peering deep into his eyes, I reach between us to slowly roll it down his length.
“God, you’re sexy,” he growls, his cock twitching in my grasp.
“I just wanted an excuse to touch you,” I tease, guiding his tip back to my entrance.
He presses inside me with one powerful thrust that sends tingling pleasure out to my fingers and toes. I gasp, my hands finding his hips and pressing into the dimples at the base of his spine. He fills me up, the sense of fullness bringing a sense of deep satisfaction.
As he rocks inside me, his movement passionate and ravenous, it feels like the past few days apart have been as torturous for him as they were for me. I hate that his work for my father takes Mishka away from me so often, and I hate that we have to keep our relationship secret when all I want to do is spend every waking hour with the man I’m falling for hard.
Sex with Mishka has only gotten better over time, and though I’m no closer to finding a way to break the news to my father, I’m growing more certain every day that I want to be with Mishka. Even if it means leaving my life of comfort and running away with him like I’ve mentioned half-playfully on several occasions—if only I could be sure my father wouldn’t hunt us down and kill Mishka.
That possibility had always seemed like a joke in my mind before. My father is so sweet and affectionate with me, I can’t imagine him being a murderer. But based on the larger glimpses Mishka has given me into that world—and based on the manhunt he and my father’s men have been on for weeks now—I’m coming to terms with the fact that when it comes down to it, I have no clue what my father is really capable of.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, Mishka pulls me from my thoughts as he rolls us once again until I straddle him. I ease down on him, sitting tall and rolling my hips. His hands travel slowly up my body, appreciating my curves and palming my breasts. He pinches my nipples, lightly rolling them between my fingers, and I gasp as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.
Crying out, I grind down more forcefully on Mishka’s hard length. It feels so good to have him buried inside me, his thick tip pressing into my G-spot. His fingers grip my ass as I clamp down around his hard length, milking him as I ride through my throbbing release.
Panting, I start to slow, falling forward to brace against his muscular pecs. They bunch beneath me as he takes over, his hands moving my hips to maintain the friction driving me wild.
I whimper, so lost in my euphoria that I can’t seem to feel my body.
Mishka sits up, his lips finding mine with crushing force, and his arm wraps around my waist like an iron band. One hand guides my hips in a slow and tantalizing new rhythm, and with his chest pressed to mine, our bodies utterly entangled, he stimulates my clit with each soft, rocking motion.
“I could keep you here forever,” he murmurs against my lips.
And though the confession could almost be a dark dream to hold me captive, it sounds more like a promise to grant my deepest desires.
I nod, my fingers tangling in his chaotic locks as I kiss him passionately, my tongue tangling with his. A tortured moan escapes his lips, sending a shiver up my spine, and goosebumps erupt across my neck and shoulders.
The tension builds steadily in my core, a ball of burning desire that feels like it might snap at any moment. Being with Mishka is unlike any kind of pleasure I’ve known before. The intimacy we share is staggering, and somehow, it makes this so much more fulfilling, so intensely satisfying.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I breathe, the familiar tingle racing across my flesh.
Mishka’s labored breaths crash against my skin, warming me as they alert me to how close he is as well. His grip tightens, crushing me to him as his thrusts grow deeper, and as I cry out, he releases a predatory snarl.
My walls tighten around his hardening girth, and I can feel his release as he starts to throb and twitch inside me. Orgasming simultaneously, I cling to him as my muscles spasm, pulsing in rhythm with him.
Our lips hover a hair’s breadth apart, our foreheads pressed together as we ride the waves of ecstasy wrapped in each other’s arms. As I settle onto him, our movement coming to a stop, we breathe heavily together.
Slowly, Mishka sinks back onto the bed, his arms still holding me close. His heart hammers against his ribs as I press my ear to his chest, and I soak up the calming, rhythmic sound. Warm lips press a kiss to the crown of my head, and I hum contentedly, my clit giving a final blissful twitch.
Closing my eyes, I release a frustrated groan.
“What?” Mishka murmurs, running his fingers up and down my spine.
“I don’t want to go back to Katie’s tonight,” I whine.
Mishka chuckles, the sound soft and rumbling against my ear. He presses another kiss to the top of my head and holds me tighter. “What if you just stayed for a bit? We can snuggle or something.”
Lifting my head, I flash him a broad grin. “I don’t know that I ever thought I’d hear the word ‘snuggle’ come from a man like you.”
“Oh, a man like me?” he teases, his fingers finding my ribs as he threatens to tickle me.
I giggle. “Yeah, a big, strong man who goes around scowling at people twenty-four, seven.”
He snorts and pulls me down onto the bed, trapping me against his side. One-handed, he rolls the condom off his length and tosses it in the small trashcan beside his bed. Then he pulls the covers up around us, enveloping me in warmth.
“I don’t snuggle,” he states matter-of-factly. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”
