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Well, guess I've tortured him enough. His poor, throbbing cock was so swollen. So, using my hand to angle it up, I slam myself down on him with a loud moan from the delicious burn of him stretching at me again. "Oh fuck, Stepan." My orgasm shook at my body as I remained seated on him.
Throwing his head back, he gave out a desperate whimper. "Fuck, let Daddy come, please, ride my cock and make me come, please." He begged with a guttural groan.
"Not until I say." I grinned deviously at him after a short recovery.
Wasting no time, I lifted my hips and bounced on him like a rabid rabbit, filling the forest with the sounds of my wet pussy taking his cock and our bodies slapping together. "Not yet, Daddy, not yet." I could feel his length throbbing more and more, indicating his approach to his release.
"Hanna, please, fuck I don't know how much more I can take." He gasped with ragged breaths and groans. "Please."
"Almost, just a little more, please, I want us to come together." I knew I was close, just a little more. "Fuck! Now!"
Stepan's body stiffened under me as I my tight walls trapped his pulsating cock within me in a vice grip, milking him for all he's got.
Moaning deeply, I clawed at his chest reflexively. Unable to control my own strength in the throes of my orgasm, my nails dug into him hard enough to draw blood. "Fuck, Daddy… Fuck I hope you learned your lesson." I sputtered through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Leaning down, I kiss him deeply through my heavy pants, tangling my tongue with his after forcing my way into his mouth.
"Fuck, I don't want this to end, but we can't spend all night out here like this. Uncuff me, so we can head back," he panted heavily between kisses.
Pulling away, I look down at him with a nervous, lopsided grin and a sheepish chuckle.
"About that… I don't have the key…. "
Chapter 37
Hanna
"I see he finally slipped it on your fingers."
Lev's chuckled teasingly, making my smile widen as my fingers unconsciously brushed over the cold metal across the base of my fingers.
"Look at you, so happy about some metal around your hands." Lev continued with a soft shake of his head.
"You're just jealous you don't got someone to spoil you with shiny shit like me." I remarked, sticking my tongue out at him while hugging my hands close to my chest.
"Oh please, there's nothing I can't afford to get myself. If I want it, I get it." Lev scoffed with a chuckle.
"Oh? Then where's Nicole?" I jabbed with a snide smirk and a knowing roll of my eyes.
The sound of his latest target flipped his face upside-down, and he let out an exasperated groan. Seems like he's still salty about losing to his target in their little game of cat and mouse. I could have warned him beforehand about how crafty my friend could be and helped him, but my lips were sealed in the matter. "Why's Stepan so beat up looking?" He changed the subject.
"Hunting accident." I replied casually with a shrug of my shoulders.
Lev didn't need to know precisely what kind of hunt took place, nor who the hunter and hunted were. Also, that was the story Stepan wanted to go with to explain why his face was scraped up from his tree tumble and when I made him eat dirt on the ground.
Upon entering the office with Lev—we were out on an assignment—we could feel the staleness of the place. The floor was quiet; Stepan's door was shut with two men in suits standing on either side and at the small meeting table off to the corner sat a cowering girl with four men surrounding her.
"Leave, there is an important meeting in progress." One of the men by the door spoke up gruffly while stiffening his body.
"Do you know who we are?" Lev challenged with a scowl, stepping up to the man, who was close to his height, with his chest puffed out. "You know whose building you are in?"
"Obviously they don't otherwise they'd speak to us with a lot more respect and not look at us as if we are sewer rats." I sneered distastefully at the two men before leering over at the four in the corner.
Slowly, I trudged up to the four men, who instantly made a grab for their guns. So, they were trigger-anxious idiots; good to know. Not like it mattered to me. So, what if I was outgunned? One shot and Stepan would burst out of his office to stop things—or put some holes in these men—before things would turn deadly for Lev and me.
"I suggest you take your hands off your guns. He won't take too kindly to you all pointing such a dangerous thing at his woman and brother." I warned them in a low and deadly voice before softening my face at the trembling girl. "Move. I want to speak to her."
Something wasn't right with the girl. One look at her, and I could feel my hackles ready to raise, my body ready to spur into action to pull her behind me. Something about her screamed for help, something in her body language, her eyes specifically. Her eyes sliced into me like daggers; something about them felt familiar.
