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“I… I want more.” She sat up, licking her lips as she fought to catch her breath. “I want to feel you.”

Naked and kicking my pants back, I crawled onto the bed. She kneeled, clinging to me and kissing me. Instead of being so innocent that she’d be deterred from tasting herself on my tongue, she looped one arm around me and wrapped her fingers around my dick.

“Can you tell how wrong you were yet?” I asked her, setting my hands on her to guide her to follow me. I sat at the head of the bed, waiting for her to straddle me and ride me, but she tripped over a bundled-up bunch of the sheets and fell forward.

I caught her, and she ended up twisting more to the side rather than facing me. But I could work with that.

“Can you tell how wrong you were about my losing interest in you?” I asked as I urged her to sit on my lap.

She followed my lead, straddling me. Her juicy ass pushed against me as she reached for my dick.

“I can tell you’re interested in something,” she said slyly, running her fingers up and down my shaft.

“I’m interested in you, sweetheart.” Pulling her against me so she’d lean back, I reached around her to cup her tit and rub her hard bud of a nipple. “I’m interested in being deep inside you,” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded, tilting her head to the side to give me access to her neck. As she knelt up, she lined my dick to her pussy and began to slide down on it. Taking me in, inch by inch. She seated me, and I couldn’t deny the perfection of this tight fit. She choked me. Squeezed me. Gloved me so damn well that I couldn’t even think straight.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, sweetheart.” I sucked on that sensitive spot beneath her ear as she lifted up slowly before seating herself again. I didn’t have to beg, but I was so on the edge and ready to.

“Oh, Nik…” She rested her head on me as she worked her hips, gyrating on me and riding me.

“Shh…” I covered her mouth with my hand, smiling at how loud she could be. If not for the purpose of hiding what we were doing, so Brady wouldn’t hear through the walls, I’d relish every cry and moan she could give me. Music to my ears.

But like this, I had to keep her quiet.

“I want you like this, sweetheart,” I whispered into her ear as I lowered my hand to her clit. I rubbed the bundle of nerves as she rode my cock. Up and down, she smeared her cream on me, but before she could come again, I dragged my hand from her mouth to cup her tit. Kissing her to keep her quiet, I brought my other hand to her other breast. Holding them both, pinching her nipples, I urged her to come again—with me.

“I want you like this every night, every day. I want you swallowing my dick as far as you can. I want you taking every drop I give you.”

She moaned against my mouth when I kissed her again. With her arms lifted over her head, her fingers in my hair, she was stretched out and exposed. When the first hints of another orgasm started, I gave up on trying to deny myself.

I worked with her, pushing my hips up to thrust into her as she sat down. And in the next moment of us working to come, we surrendered at the same time. On the same press of her down on my lap and the same lift of my hips so I could ram myself deep inside her.

I came with her, but as she cried out against my lips, I lifted my hand to keep her head to mine so I could muffle the sweet sound of her bliss with a kiss that I never wanted to forget.

20

LOUISA

Nikolai went out of his way to correct me on my mistake. He balanced his time between the expectations placed on him by his family and the wishes he had pertaining to our relationship.

Another two weeks passed of this new phase of being a protected witness under his care.

I wasn’t stuck here without knowing what he needed or wanted from me, like I’d requested to know that first night that we’d met.

I knew that he needed the confirmation that I’d be here, waiting for his return from whatever business he had to take care of.

I was also fully aware that he wanted the opportunity to explore with me, willing to learn each other’s quirks, vices, and preferences.

Since that first “day-after” when I struggled with that fleeting idea that he’d gotten what he wanted from me and was done, my confidence remained strong. I couldn’t second-guess his interest in me when every night, he pleasured me and taunted me with that filthy talk to get him to come too. And what a heady experience that was.

To realize that I could have such power over him. To see how he saw me as the highest reward he could aim for.

“Mama,” Brady said at breakfast one morning.

“Yeah?” I asked as I buttered toast.

“I heard someone crying last night.”