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He rests his elbows on the chair arms and steeples his fingers, staring at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
There’s no denying how revved up my body is and how close I am to release. It probably wouldn’t take all that much, and then we’d be even. The ache in my pussy is telling me that this is a very good idea and that I should definitely get onboard with this. The rational part of my brain is screaming at me to keep my legs together and get the fuck out.
My legs start to part.
I was never good at listening to that rational part anyway.
The intense way he’s staring at me is only adding to my need to come. I run my eyes over him, noticing the outline of his large cock straining at his pants. I pull my panties down the rest of the way, letting them fall to the floor before spreading my knees wide.
My dress is still covering me, so I slid one hand up my thigh and gasp when I feel how wet I am.
“This does not count, Belova. I want to see you fuck yourself. Show me.”
I give him a grin and slide a finger between my wet lips.
The infuriated look on his face makes me laugh. I stop when he stands up and comes closer, towering over me. Leaning down, he grasps the back of my neck with his hand, and I swear he could probably wrap his fingers all the way around my neck. He presses his forehead against mine. My lips part instinctively, but he doesn’t kiss me.
“I like your defiant spirit, but now is not the time. Now is time to give me what I want.”
Reaching toward me, he grabs my dress and yanks it over my head before I even have time to react. He smiles when I’m in nothing but a black, lacy bra with my wet, glistening pussy on full display.
“Is much better,” he says, going back to his chair and sitting down. “Continue.”
I have the urge to get feisty again, but, damn, I do like it when he’s all domineering and alpha with me. I watch him, loving the heat I see in his eyes when I bring my finger back to my pussy, slowly sliding it back into me. Wet sounds fill the room as I start to finger myself.
It’s not long before I forget all about being embarrassed. I love seeing his reaction and that he’s so obviously enjoying the show I’m giving him. It adds another element to everything and makes me feel naughty and sexy and desired. The feeling is addictive, and it makes me want to do even more.
Slipping my fingers out, I start to circle and rub my clit. My breaths are coming faster now. My hips move in a slow rhythm as I get closer to the edge. Moving my hand up my stomach, I push my bra up and over one of my breasts so I can massage it in my hand.
Dmitri’s breath catches when he sees me. I give my nipple a hard pinch and smile when I see the vein throbbing at his temple and the tight set to his jaw. His body is tense with need, and his entire focus is on me and what I’m doing to myself.
I feel the beginnings of my orgasm. I’m so fucking close. When I start to close my eyes, his sharp “No,” makes me jerk them back open.
“Look at me when you come.”
His voice is strained, his accent even thicker, and the look in his eyes is all I need to help push me over the edge. I give my nipple another hard pinch as I slide one finger deep inside myself, using the pad of my hand to keep pressure on my clit. My body tenses with my release. Pleasure races through me, and when I moan his name, I see his lips quirk up in the softest smile. He watches me, his eyes hungry as they bore into mine.
I’m lost to pleasure, using my hand to give myself every last bit of it I can get. When I become too sensitive, I slow my hand down, lazily fucking myself as I fully come down. With a satisfied sigh, I slide my hand out and tug my bra back down. I feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt to anyone, and it makes me bold enough to get up and walk over to him.
He looks up at me but doesn’t say anything. I grab onto his shoulders and straddle him, cuddling up against him with my face pressed against his neck. I breathe in the familiar scent of him, amazed at how damn comforting it is.
For one horrible moment, I’m afraid he’s going to demand I get up, but he slowly wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly against him. I completely relax, feeling safer and more content than I’ve ever felt. Feeling emboldened by the way he’s holding me, I lift up enough to look at him. He still intimidates the hell out of me, but I reach up and rest my hands against his face, letting my fingers run along the scar that trails down his cheek.
“How did you get this?”
He doesn’t answer, just stares at me. Reaching up, he tucks a strand of dark hair behind my ear before running his thumb over my bottom lip. I gasp at his touch and give a small whimper when he cups the back of my head, bringing me closer to him. Replacing his thumb with his tongue, he licks a line across my bottom lip before doing the same to my top.
I’m panting and leaving a wet stain on his nice suit pants by the time he presses his lips to mine. I open my mouth to him, hungry for more. With a groan, he deepens the kiss and trails one hand down my back so he can cup my bare ass. His tongue slides along mine, making my whole body light up with pleasure.
There’s no hiding the erection I can feel in his pant leg, and I wiggle over a bit so I can rest my pussy against him. I moan into his mouth at how fucking good he feels. All I can think about is getting him inside me. He must be thinking the same thing, because I feel his hands reach between us and then the sound of his zipper.
Without breaking our kiss, I move my hips to help him as he pulls his cock out. I grip his powerful shoulders, lowering myself against him.
“Fuck!” I groan against his lips when I feel his bare shaft beneath me.
He’s velvety soft but so fucking hard, and I can’t believe this is finally about to happen. I’m so wet, and it doesn’t take long before he’s soaked in my juices, making it easy for me to slide over the length of him.
He lets out a deep groan and then says something in Russian that sounds like pure sex and makes me wish he’d just pound into me.
