Page 47 of Lord of Justice

"Let me show you," he says, rubbing his cock between my slick lips before his hips arch and I can feel the thick head notch inside me.Fuck,it's a squeeze. He pushes in a little deeper, and I feel the first pearl bump against my tender insides, and my nails dig into his shoulders.

"Oh my god!" I gasp. He's watching my face, I'm not sure what he's looking for. Panic, maybe? Then he pushes further and I feel the second one bump on its way in and then the third, burning, pushing against my walls. Everything else disappears. There's nothing but his cock and those pearls inside me and then I feel the fourth and I shudder. He's onlyhalfwayin? A mini orgasm flutters through me, making my legs shake.

"Such a good girl," he whispers. The words make my legs fall open, and he pushes the rest of the way in and I'm panting, short little breaths because it doesn't feel like my lungs have enough room to expand.

He'severything,throbbing inside me. Hotter than I expected and those pearls are rubbing hardagainst my slick walls. "I wasn't prepared for this," I blurt. I can feel his chest shaking in silent laughter.

"Is it bad?" he asks, kissing my jaw.

"No," I groan as he moves inside me, back and forth. Short, careful thrusts. I feel slicker somehow and that's probably blood too, but it doesn't matter, even if I wasn't a virgin his giant dick would make anyone bleed a bit.

Nowthatis dark and kinky and something I wouldn't expect to turn me on as much as it is. My thighs grip his hips as he slides in and pulls out again, slower, before his hips snap and he's inside me, deep, pressing hard against the top of my channel.

"Mary, Mother of God and all the Angels and Saints!"

"None of them are here, my darling Iris," he says. "Just me. Can you take more?"

My thighs are burning and my pussy feels split open and I still say, "Yes.Please."

He pulls out in one long, slow stroke and then snaps back into me so hard that my body jolts and I cry out. Again and again, faster, this massive thing inside me and thosepearls- fuck! - rubbing all over me and his breathing is getting heavier. His face is gorgeous and unguarded, hisperfect mouth open, his eyes closed in bliss.

"Still okay?" he rasps.

"Yeah, this is good," I moan, feebly arching my back. "I had no idea that there are so many nerve endings, but you are hitting them all."

"Such a good girl, you're gripping me like a fist," he growls in my ear. "Hot and silky as fuck, your pussy clings to me when I pull out. It doesn't want to let me go." My brazen, beautiful Russian kisses me again, biting my lower lip sharply. "I wanted this for so long. Every time I saw your beautiful long legs, I wanted to be between them and feel my cock fucking you raw."

He let out a little groan and I'm pleased thatI'mmaking the rigid Andrey Morozov come undone, too. He looks at me with need and rapture and the glimpse of something darker when he shoves back into me, the hardest of all, and I scream, my legs going up and he pauses, panting.

Slapping his shoulder mindlessly, I demand, "No! More! More, don't stop." It's probably too hard. I don't care. I love the burn and the stretch and those fuckingpearls. I start shivering, I can't control it. I'm shaking, two tears run down the side of my face and he kisses me again.

"Tell me you're all right,malen'kiy tsvetok."

"Yes. So much," I moan, digging my fingers intohis hair and grabbing his sweat-slick shoulder with my other hand, just trying to hold on with his teeth-rattling pace as he surges back inside me, slapping my ass and his thickly muscled thighs are moving, pushing into me faster. Something's happening, swirling at the base of my spine, surges and sparks crackling like a downed powerline, and then the heat of him inside me spreads to my stomach, my thighs, and my clitoris is so painfully hard that every brush against his pubic bone feels like another jolt.

It's overwhelming, Andrey is pounding into me and all I can do is hold on until he throws his head back androars. I scream back, clenching down on him so hard that he stays immobile inside me and I can feel him spurt as I'm coming, both of us coming so fucking hard. His warmth spreads through me and now I'm crying because nothing couldeverbe this good.

Chapter Twenty-Two

In which there is a history lesson about Tsar Alexis the Quietest. You might want to take some notes.

Iris…

I felt Andrey with every step I took for a week.

It probably wouldn't have lasted so long, but even if he was willing to hold off in bed, I wasn't. My husband was not joking when he said there weresomany things he would show me.

"It's like we just invented sex!" I say to Rose on day eight, speed-drinking my latte because I really need the caffeine. "Like, it can't be this good for everyone, right?"

"You're limping," she points out.

"That's not important," I refuse to look at her. She's going to be smirking. "The point is, this was worth waiting for because I can't imagine how pissed off I'd be if I'd had some mediocre college boy experience when this five star sex god was waiting for me."

"Oh, you mean likeKevin?"

I cringe a little. Kevin was Rose's first boyfriend and a miserable failure in bed. "That's different," I backtrack. "I mean, Kevin wasyourchoice, that's the important thing. And on the toxic positivity side, he was useful because you learned what you didn't like."

"Smooth comeback, fam." She bumps me with her shoulder, sending my latte sloshing over my hand.