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He pulls out, lifts me off the damaged part of the mattress, and carries me down onto the rug beside the bed. He does it without breaking the heat between us. My knees hit the thick rug, then my back, and he is over me again.

He kisses me. I taste myself on his mouth.

He guides my legs around him and pushes back inside me.

The rug is rougher beneath my skin, the air cooler around us, but he is hot above me, inside me, everywhere. I cling to him as he fucks me on the floor beside the broken bed, my body oversensitive and still desperate for him.

After a minute, he sits back and pulls me with him. I end up in his lap. His cock stays inside me. The fullness makes me gasp.

He grips my waist. “Ride me.”

My thighs tremble as I lift myself, then sink back down. His head tips back slightly.

The sight of him like that, undone beneath me, sends a fresh rush of power through my body. I do it again, slower, watching his face. His hands tighten on my hips, but he lets me control the pace for a few strokes.

Then his patience runs out.

He starts guiding me, pulling me down harder each time I rise. My breasts bounce with the motion. His eyes drop to them, and then his mouth follows, closing over one nipple while I ride him.

I clutch his shoulders.

He sucks, then uses his teeth, and my rhythm falters. “Keep moving,” he says against my breast.

I do.

I ride him harder, the thick slide of him inside me making my whole body burn. His hands move to my ass, spreading me, controlling how deep I take him. I grind down when he is fully inside me, and the pressure against my clit makes me gasp.

He notices. “Again.”

I do it again.

His mouth moves to my other breast, sucking hard while I grind against him. The pleasure builds slowly this time, heavy and aching, because my body is tired but still greedy. I want another orgasm. I want to take one from him while he watches.

I reach behind me, searching for the edge of the broken bed, then higher, finding the headboard where it still stands crooked against the wall.

I grab it with both hands.

Nikolai looks up at me. Something changes in his face. He likes seeing me like this.

On his cock, naked, hands gripping the headboard, breasts lifted, hips moving because I cannot stop.

“Good girl,” he says. The words hit me so hard I clench around him. His eyes sharpen. “Oh,” he says, low. “You like that.”

Instead of answering, I ride him harder.

He smiles, then lants his feet and thrusts up into me. I cry out and grip the headboard tighter.

He does it again. And again.

Now we’re both moving, my hips coming down as his thrust up, the headboard knocking against the wall with every stroke. My arms ache from holding on. My thighs burn. My pussy is slick and stretched around him, taking him again and again while his hands keep me exactly where he wants me.

His thumb finds my clit.

I almost collapse.

“No,” he says. “Stay up.”

“I can’t.”