Page 134 of Mile High Ruin

“Come for me.”

“I just did.”

“I know.”

His thumb circles faster. His cock drives deeper. I can feel another orgasm already building, impossible and too fast.

“You’re insane.”

“Probably.”

He kisses me. My body tightens around him, and Vadim groans.

That sound is enough to push me over. I come around his cock with a cry, my pussy clenching hard while his thumb keeps moving over my clit.

He follows several thrusts later, his face buried against my neck as his body goes rigid.

For a while, neither of us moves. I feel his breathing against my skin. Then he kisses my shoulder. Softly. That’s almost more dangerous than everything that came before.

Eventually he pulls out.

I expect that to be the end of it.

It’s not.

We make it upstairs somehow, although I barely remember the walk because Vadim keeps stopping to kiss me, once against the staircase wall and again before we reach the bedroom. Thankfully nobody sees us, or if they do, they ignore us.

By the time he gets me onto the bed, he’s hard again.

I stare at him. “You can’t be serious.”

He looks down at himself. “Apparently I am.”

“That should be medically concerning at your age.”

His eyes narrow. “You are becoming very brave.”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I do.” He climbs onto the bed.

This time he takes me from behind, pulling me onto my knees while his hands knead my breasts and his mouth moves over the back of my neck. He enters slowly again, despite how wet I already am.

My forehead drops toward the mattress, and his hand comes around my throat. Not squeezing hard, just closing there, holding me while he draws my body back against his chest. The contact makes heat rush through me.

“You okay?” he asks against my ear.

“Yes.”

His fingers tighten slightly, enough to make me feel him. He lets me adjust to his size before he starts deeper strokes. Every thrust drives me forward before his arm pulls me back, keeping my body pressed against him while one hand remains at my throat and the other moves over my breast. My nipple is trapped between his fingers.

I gasp. “Vadim.”

His mouth presses against my neck. “You like this.”

It’s not a question. I would deny it if my body were not making the answer embarrassingly obvious.

His hand leaves my breast and slides down between my legs. Two fingers rub my clit, and my thighs begin shaking.