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I know it was a rash move to kiss him in public, and the thunderous expression he leveled at me before he dragged me into the bathroom would say he knows just how reckless the move was. But now, as he claims my body for his own, that anger seems to have evaporated, transformed into a desperate passion that lights my soul on fire.
I’m glad he’s not mad, though I fully deserve to face his wrath. But it took practically nothing to move past the scolding I’m sure he intended to give me when he dragged me into the men’s room. And while I dreaded the conversation that I imagined would follow, my diversionary tactic worked wonders.
Because he seems just as incapable of keeping his hands off me as I am of him. His fingers press into my flesh, drawing more pleasure from me as he holds me like our lives depend on it. He breathes deeply, his muscular chest pressing blissfully against my tender breasts.
And when the last of my aftershocks subside, Mishka slides out of me.
For a moment, I think he might come. But the fire in his eye is predatory with lust. Lifting me from the counter, Mishka turns me in his arms and sets me on my feet once more. Our gazes lock in the mirror as he bends me over the edge of the sink, and a fresh wave of giddiness washes through my body.
He wants me to watch as he takes me from behind.
Sliding the skirt of my dress up over my hips, Mishka exposes my ass, his gaze ravenous as he massages my bare cheeks. My heart hammers against my ribs as I study his lust-filled expression. But rather than sliding inside me, he reaches into a pocket for a square foil.
Heart sinking, I try to mask my disappointment, but I’m not about to tell him why we don’t need protection in the middle of this very spontaneous, incredibly hot bathroom sex. That would kill the mood for sure.
So, instead, I focus on my anticipation of watching him come inside me. He rolls the rubber down his length, and I gasp as his foot finds the inside of my right ankle a moment later. With a dangerous smirk, he spreads my legs further, leaving me fully exposed as he palms my ass once again.
Spreading my cheeks, he admires me from behind, his gaze ravenous as he inspects my rear.
“Look at how wet you are, radnaja,” he groans, his voice agonized.
My stomach quivers.
Mishka’s thick tip finds my slick slit a moment later, and his fingers grip me firmly as he presses into my dripping entrance. I’m so aroused, he slides inside my pussy with ease. As he starts to pound forward, I lean across the counter to brace myself against the mirror.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he growls, his storm-blue eyes a hurricane of emotion.
“You feel so good,” I whimper, my walls tightening around him as my hips hit the counter with each thrust. The rough fabric of my dress grazes my clit each time, driving me wild as it sends zinging pleasure up my spine.
I can feel him swelling inside me, on the brink of release, and watching his muscles strain beneath his suit, seeing the intense look on his face as he claims me, brings me to the edge of the precipice once again.
Our eyes remain locked together in the mirror, and the intimacy of his pleasure written in their depths fills me with a new, intense desire. I love watching as he keeps me bent over the counter and takes me as hard as he pleases.
He feels massive from this angle, and yet blissfully filling as he stretches me to my limit and not a bit beyond.
“Come with me,” he rasps, the need in his voice making my stomach quiver and my heart pound.
“I’m coming!” I whimper as my pussy clamps down around his hard girth.
He grunts, thrusting deeper inside me, and my clit twitches and flutters as I feel him release his seed in several powerful bursts. My eyelids threaten to sink closed, but I don’t want to miss a second of the ecstasy that spreads across his sharp features.
His climax transforms him into an ethereal being, one of unimaginable beauty and strength. A god come down to spend one night with a mere mortal like me.
Mishka might just be the single sexiest man I’ve ever seen, his blue eyes blazing with passion, his jaw clenched and tendons popping as he finds his release. His dark hair falls haphazardly into his eyes, making him look all the wilder and more untamable.
I throb with him, my ecstasy washing through me in overwhelming tidal waves. And with every spasm, I grip him forcefully, begging him to come deeper inside my depths, to fill me unapologetically with his cum.
A girl can dream.
And the thought of it sets my skin on fire.
I don’t know if my entire body is just more tender because of pregnancy—I know my breasts are starting to be—but it’s like I can feel everything with ten times the intensity.
And God, it feels good.
His rocking motions slow, and we still together, breathing heavily in the wake of our simultaneous orgasms. I collapse forward to rest my cheek against the mirror’s cool surface. It feels incredible against my feverish skin.
Slowly, Mishka eases out of me, and I stand tall, straightening my dress as he removes his condom and pulls his pants back up to close them. He doesn’t give back my panties, and I don’t ask, though it sends a fresh thrill through my core to think of going without them.
