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He looks stunned by my outburst. I imagine he doesn’t get yelled at often. It emboldens me and makes me keep going.
“You think you’re so damn tough.”
I take a step closer to him, and here is admittedly where I cross the line. I adopt a thick Russian accent and throw my arms out like the lunatic I’ve become.
“Ooh, look at tough guy Dmitri, raised by bear in Mother Russia.”
He goes still as a statue and doesn’t say a word, just quirks an eyebrow at me as I continue.
“Lovedrinkinkvodka,eatinkborsch,squattinkfor pictures.”
I barely get that last bit out before he’s only inches from me, lifting me up at the waist and sitting me on the back of the couch. Pressing his hands down on either side of me, he leans closer so our faces are almost touching.
“You making fun of me?”
I bite my bottom lip, realizing I may have overstepped a little.
“Maybe I went a bit too far,” I softly say.
His lips quirk up in a smile, but there’s nothing friendly about it. His eyes are mesmerizing this close up, but I don’t think now is the best time to mention it, so I shut the hell up. Something I should have done ten minutes ago.
“Too late for apology, Belova.”
I’m finding it hard to focus with him so close. He looks really sexy in that damn suit, especially since I know how delicious he looks out of it. Memories of his thick cock flash through my mind, and I can’t help but blush thinking about how he’d jacked off to my photo.
“You thinking about my cock?” he asks with a wicked grin. “Your blush gives you away. I know you saw me.”
He’s so damn close, and his shirt is unbuttoned enough to give me a peek at his chiseled chest. It’s suddenly very hot in here, and I try my best to scoot back, but there’s only so much room on the back of this damn couch.
“Did you like watching me?”
I don’t say anything, but my breaths are coming faster, and I’m about two seconds away from throwing myself on him.
“I think you did.”
I don’t realize how close I am to the edge, and when I feel myself tip back, I let out a sharp squeal before falling back onto his couch. My dress falls down, leaving my ass up in the air.
“Oh my God!” I yell over the sound of his deep laughter.
I try to right myself, but suddenly his strong hands are on me, gripping my hips so tightly that it’s impossible for me to move.
When I look at his face, I’m surprised by the raw desire I see. I follow his gaze and want to die of embarrassment. My pink panties are showing an obvious, unmistakable wet mark.
“Is this for me?” he asks.
He’s eyeing my wetness with a hungry look on his face that’s quickly making me forget how embarrassed I was just feeling. My whole body freezes when he brings his face to my pussy, so close he’s almost touching me. He closes his eyes and slowly inhales, letting out a sexy, deep groan. Opening his eyes, he looks at me, and the want and desire in them is making that wet mark on my panties grow even more.
I stare at him, begging him with my eyes to take me. I want him to rip my panties off and bury his face in my pussy before doing the same thing with his cock, but he doesn’t. Instead, he breathes in again, and I moan when I feel his nose press against me. I try to wiggle against him, but he still has his hands around me, and it’s clear I’m not the one in control here. When he presses his lips against my panty-covered clit and kisses me, I whimper and try to hook my legs around him, forcing him closer.
He gives me a wicked smile before slowly running his tongue up my slit. I’d give anything to rip the fabric to shreds that separates us, and I let out a frustrated groan when he pulls his head back.
“You taste as sweet as I imagined you would, Belova,” he says, standing back up.
“Then why did you stop?” I ask, trying my best to not sound as pouty and frustrated as I feel. I can tell by the amused look on his face that I’ve failed.
“Because that would be like rewarding you for bad behavior. You broke into my house and spied on me like fucking KGB, and then you insult my English.”
“I’m sorry,” I quickly say. “Can you put your head back between my legs now?”
