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“Yes, it will, baby.” A small moan breaks free when he pushes my hips down to sit flush on his thighs, the friction on my clit overwhelming. His hands move my hips in a back-and-forth movement, my slickness wetting his lap.

After a few teasing strokes, he lifts me just the littlest bit and slides his tip in me, eliciting a groan from his throat, sounding gravelly and so very hot. With just his tip in me, I continue to grind back and forth, loving the feeling of him rubbing against my inner walls. Barely any of him is in me, but the part that is feels fucking euphoric.

He pushes my hips down more, pressing another few inches in me, pulling moan after moan out of my mouth. He sits back on the chair, watching me grind on his lap, my hands clutching his biceps. Crescent-shaped indents appear on his skin from me digging into it so harshly.

In one thrust, he sinks all the way into me, pain tingling everywhere but pleasure overriding it. He doesn’t move for a couple of seconds, hands roaming my body while I adjust to his size. He whispers praises in my ear, peppering the area with kisses, sucking on certain spots of my neck to make me moan.

After I fully relax again, he lifts my hips and slams me down, hitting just the right spot inside me to make me scream out. “That’s it, baby. God, you’re so beautiful. You take my cock so well,” he grunts.

He leans down, moving my bra down to release my breasts and takes one into his mouth. I throw my head back at the feeling, looking up at the bright stars shining above us. Sorry, Mom, look away. The coiling tightening once again in my belly, threatening to explode.

My hips move at an ungodly speed, going up and down, back and forth. Trying to get any friction to move me closer to the edge. “Sorry baby, I can’t do it this way anymore.” I’m confused about what he means by that but don’t have time to ask before he’s picking me up off his dick and I groan at the loss of him inside me.

“I know, Moss, I’m sorry.” He lays me down flat on the small chair that has adjusted to not make us lean as he hovers over me. His body is so big he would take up the whole chair if he laid flat like me.

Without a beat, he thrusts into me, the intrusion scooting my body back further in the chair. He sits up on his knees, and my legs circle his waist as he fucks me hard and fast. His cock slaps in and out of me, a squelching noise coming from my pussy on every thrust from how wet I am.

My body gets tense in an instant, that coil in my stomach bursting without warning as I scream out his name, his real name. “Dmitri,” I moan, waves of pleasure rocking through me like a boat at a rough sea. My pussy wraps around him insanely tight, squeezing everything out of him. His eyes flash more hungrily than before.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders and leans down to my face, the new angle allowing him deeper in my pussy as he goes impossibly faster, chasing his own release.

With a few more thrusts, his panting and grunts surround me, sounding dark and muscular. His voice is laced with lust, clouded with desire, every description of sex under the sun is written on this man’s face. I watch the muscles on his stomach clench as he stills, dick pulsating inside me.

He releases my legs, gently putting them down on the chair before speaking. “I’ll be right back, Moss. Going to get towels and blankets.” He takes his shirt from behind him and helps me into it. He fumbles, putting his pants back on and putting his mask back on his face, leaving the lights off. He lifts the mask slightly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, before he hops off the roof onto the balcony below, the door shutting behind him.

I take a moment to just melt in his shirt. It’s huge on me, almost reaching mid-thigh. This time felt different. I wasn’t begging him in my mind to quit. I wasn’t fighting the tears that threatened to pour. I wasn’t trying to disassociate from the moment.

I was fully there, in the moment with him. I enjoyed the feelings he brought me. The ways he held and touched me. It was all different. It felt right. I want more of this, and my body lights on fire just thinking about the next time it could happen.

I look up at the stars one last time before closing my eyes, enjoying the absolute bliss I feel at this moment.

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16

Chapter Sixteen

Creep - Radiohead

Riot

I stroll into the large house shirtless, a man on a mission for towels and blankets. My whole mind is focused on getting back up to the roof to hold my girl. Damien looks like he’s about to bust out laughing, his smile barely being contained.

“Get Penelope’s stuff put in my room,” I bark, and he puts his hand up in a salute gesture. I don’t see him a lot; he’s the one who handles the grunt work that goes on within the Mafia in Russia. He stays the face of all our companies to keep me out of the spotlight as I wish.

I wanted Viktor to be the face, but he didn’t want to be in the spotlight, and I have to respect that. The times he’s back in the state, I try to go grab a drink with him, since he’s here maybe once a month, sometimes less. Not this time. Sorry not sorry, man.

Walking into my bedroom, I beeline for the bathroom, grabbing the fluffiest towel I have for her. I rinse myself off quickly, as well as changing my pants to some dark gray sweats. I see her drool when I wear these, so I bought the website’s stock of them.

Walking back into the bedroom, I grab a soft throw blanket, big enough for both of us to fit under. I’m a big man, alright. It takes a lot of blanket to cover my ass up.

My mind goes back to ten minutes ago when my face was in her pussy, lapping her up. She tastes so sweet, like nectar. She smells like a fucking flower field, which is weird because a vagina is not supposed to smell like that, but fuck she smells so good.

My mind races to her on top of me, her tits bouncing in her bra and when I pulled it down. How her hair flowed down her back, every small wind gust making it pick up and flow around her, making her look ethereal.

Don’t get me wrong, she always looks ethereal, but the moon making her hair glow bright, the stars behind her, and her perfect body bouncing on my cock, yeah, she looked stunning in that moment. I wish I could’ve taken a picture.

That would go in my wallet so I can look at it every time I need to buy something, but then I’d get a hard-on in the mall. Maybe not the best idea for a sane man, but I never claimed to be sane.