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He grunts once before lifting his head, a dazed look in his eyes, no longer drunk on vodka but…on me.
His pupils are dilated, devouring the brown in his eyes, leaving nothing but a thin halo that only speaks of his hunger for me.
He’s already moving before I can nod and jerks his hands once before tearing the thick fabric from the centre, making a jacket out of it.
“Are you even drunk?” I mumble under my breath, waiting for him to reply but he’s busy staring at me or more like my breasts.
“Fuck, baby. These tits.” He licks his lips as his hand wraps around my exposed…tits—as he calls them—and tightens his grip.
“So pink and round and fuck, fuck.” His grunts are almost just as loud as mine, oddly finding pleasure by pleasuring me. “I’m touching your tits.” He whispers, almost to himself.
His voice is laced with disbelief, so he squeezes them harshly.
“Jesus fucking Christ. This is real.” He groans again.
I scream, my head hitting the mattress as I thrash around. My entire body heats up as his strong arms keep on kneading the soft flesh.
I unravel in the most unexpected ways as his knee slides between my thighs pressing it so close to my throbbing core.
“Your tits are perfect, malyshka.” He leans forward taking one nipple in his mouth and sucks so hard for so long I’m reduced to a whimpering mess. “My fucking tits.”
“S-Sergei.” I cry out, my hands buried in his hair, wanting to push him away but only pulling him closer. “Oh.” I hiccup and dig my nails in his scalp.
Heat starts blooming from my core, spreading all over my body. He hasn’t even touched me there and yet I’m about to come and something tells me this orgasm is going to explode and burn me with its intensity.
He switches to the other boob, wrapping his lips around my nipple and twisting the other one in between his fingers.
A hard slap lands at my sensitive nub, making my back arch off the bed, and I buck, falling just as fast by his weight on top of me.
He’s huge and he is everywhere. His hands exploring my body, his knee jammed in between my thighs, his lips sucking me and murdering all rationality I possess.
I’m burning, my eyes watering as I realise he’s worshipping me.
No one’s ever paid attention to me the way he’s so devoted into making me feel valued. I’m falling apart in his hands, melting under his burning gaze.
“You’re so beautiful, I want to eat you.” He groans, giving my cheek a long lick and hums with satisfaction. “I want to leave a hickey.”
I’m already shaking my head when he lifts his eyes to look at me.
“Can I leave a hickey?”
My mouth opens and closes. Eyes blinking rapidly.
“Fuck it, why am I asking? You’re mine.” And he sinks his teeth in my neck. Biting so hard, I let out another scream.
“Sergei?”
“Yes, beautiful?” He hums against my skin.
“If we do this.” I mumble not fighting him as he pins my hands above my head. “You’re not touching other women.”
“There’s no one but you.” “Liar.”
He looks in my eyes. “There’s no one but you.” Even though he’s drunk, something tells me he’s not lying.
Yet, it’s still hard to believe. I obviously cannot be someone’s first choice. How stupid is that?
“I’m saying this because I don’t want your STDs.” I shrug, looking away from him.
