“Do you like it?”
“Fucking love it.”
“Take me.” She’s begging now, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“I’ve got what we need.”
I pull out a condom from my wallet.
Nothing exists beyond us—just the leather seats creaking beneath us, her soft body molding perfectly to mine. I push aside the rest of her skirt. She slides down her panties while I roll the condom on.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Reese. I’m going to fill this pussy up with my cock. And you.” I exhale, not wanting to rush this. “You are going to take every last inch. Understand?”
She nods. Positioning myself at her entrance, her body splayed out before me, I slowly break my forty-four-day streak while staring into her beautiful brown eyes.
The sensation is overwhelming—tight, hot, enveloping me completely. Her body accepts me as if we were designed for this.
Her lips are my new addiction, sweet and pliant and perfect. The delicate scent of her perfume fills the confined space until I’m dizzy with want.
She moans, jutting her hips, and fuck, I’m about to come on the spot.
It’s too good. Better than I imagined.
Fuck.
I’ve always prided myself on being in control, on keeping things casual. But with her, it’s different. Every touch feels like coming home. The way her eyes flutter shut when pleasure overtakes her.The way she seems to always fight two parts ofherself. Maybe that’s the Gemini in her. Maybe that’s the real Reese and Reese Sinclair.
Tonight, I get to have both. Tonight, I’m making all of her mine.
“More,” she begs. I take a nipple between my lips. She rocks on my cock as I savor the salt on her skin. I’ve never felt this fucking turned on before. I’m trying so hard not to come. I want to make her feel good first.
“Fuck, wait—” I swallow the rush. “This feels so fucking good. I have to slow down.”
She doesn’t care. Her hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. The way she surrenders to me awakens something fiercer than desire, her inner muscles fluttering around me in a rhythm that makes my vision blur.
“Dante.” She says my name like a prayer, and her pussy tenses around me.
Get it the fuck together, man.
“Milaya,” I whisper against her ear, and she shivers at the Russian endearment. “The things you do to me.” My hands slide down to her hips, steadying her as she arches against me. “Ty menya okoldovala.” The foreign words roll off my tongue. “You bewitch me.”
The way she envelops me is unlike anything I’ve ever known—as if she’s wrapped herself around my very existence.
“I’m going to mess you up again and you’re going to love it, aren’t you?” I don’t break my pace inside of her as I unclasp her pearl necklace and yank it off. I roll the gems between my fingertips.
“I am,” she exhales.
I trail the pearls down her body, watching her shiver at their smooth touch. I keep slowly rocking into her. Her skin is a perfect shade of flushed. I wrap her necklace, with my ring stillattached, around my fingers and place it on her clit, tortuously rolling the beads over her.
“Oh,” she mewls. So fucking beautiful. “Oh my god. That—”
“Feels good, huh?” I groan, lost in the way she feels. “Your precious pearls rubbing up against your pussy.” She parts her lips in this expression of pure pleasure that makes my chest tight. Then comes her smirk—that goddamn confident smirk that’s haunted my dreams—and I drive deeper, claiming more of her, rolling the pearls faster.
Her eyes go wide, pupils blown with pleasure, and I know I’m moments from getting her there. But I don’t want this to end too soon.
“Keep talking in Russian,” she demands. She’s close. Not hiding, not performing—just present, real, desperate.
“Ty moya,” I growl. “Right now, wrapped around my hard cock, you’re mine. Every. Damn. Part of you.” My free hand digs into her hips, probably leaving marks. Good. “Aren’t you, Reese? Getting fucked just how you like.”
