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I tense, but don’t otherwise react. I listen and wait, my body still but my heart and mind racing.
Rationally, I know sex with Lyla is a bad idea. She’s been explicit about her eagerness to get home, her distaste for living here and for the Bratva. Letting her—letting them—go will be difficult. I’ve gotten used to living in a house with noise and liveliness. To not eating meals alone and to finding random action figurines lying around the house. To Lyla’s walks and to Leo’s school routine.
Instead of rushing home, I should be spending some nights in my Moscow apartment. Entertaining one of the women eager and willing to do whatever I want, who get wet because I’m thePakhan, not despite it.
But when the door finally opens, I know I won’t send her away. Just from the sound of her soft steps across the hardwood, my dick stirs. Anticipation courses through me. With Lyla, it feels familiar and new. Like we’ve done this a hundred times before, but it’s also the first time.
“Are you awake?”
The curtains are drawn, so I can’t see anything but her basic shape in the dark. But it sounds like she might be biting her lip.
“Yes.”
There’s a quiet rustle of fabric, and then her steps draw closer. I shift away from the side of the bed and fling the sheets to the side in a silent invitation. The mattress dips slightly under her weight as she slides in beside me. There’s nothing but soft, warm skin against mine. She’s naked, and I hear a surprised inhale when she realizes I am too.
My hand slips down her side and explores her back, feeling her skin react to my touch. She shivers and presses closer, her puckered nipples rubbing against me. I slide one hand between her legs and discover she’s soaked. One finger pushes inside her wet entrance. Lyla lets out a breathy moan that goes straight to my cock. Her hips wriggle, trying to stimulate more friction.
“You shaved.”
My thumb brushes her clit, and Lyla moans again.
“I thought you might…prefer it.”
Fuck if knowing Lyla did this for me, thought about me, and is trying to please me doesn’t turn me on even more. “I prefer whatever you prefer.”
My dick is hard and impatient, but I don’t want this to be a quick fuck. I’m in the mood to draw this out, to make her scream and beg and come multiple times. With Lyla, it comes naturally to prioritize her pleasure over my own. Seeing and feeling her shatter are what gets me off.
I roll us so she’s on her back beneath me. I indulge in a kiss, sucking on her tongue while my fingers stroke her pussy. When my lips move to her neck, she gasps my name. I work my way down to her chest, teasing and licking and sucking while still slowly sliding my finger in and out. She writhes beneath me, trying to ride my hand.
“Impatient?” I slow the speed of my finger to an agonizing pace.
“Fuck, Nick.” She arches against me. You couldn’t slide a piece of paper between our bodies.
“I want your pussy wet, Lyla. I want you begging for my cock.”
She blinks at me like I’m joking as I push a second finger inside, her muscles pulsing against my fingers and her hips rocking against my thigh. Every time my erection brushes against Lyla, her pussy clenches tighter, like she’s imagining my cock is inside her instead.
Her fingernails dig into my back. “I want you so badly, Nick. I need you to fill me. I need you to fuck me. Please.” She clenches around me again, and this time, I know it’s on purpose. “Please.”
I roll off her and reach into the drawer of the bedside table to grab a foil packet.
“Can I do it?”
I pass the condom to Lyla, watching her shape shift beside me. She leans over my dick, her long hair brushing against my stomach. I’m so hard, it’s painful, my cock engorged and throbbing. Teasing her was torture for me too.
She sucks the flared tip into her mouth, licking away the pre-cum that’s leaking before sucking me into warm, wet heaven. A long series of swears falls out of my mouth as I grip the sheets. Her tongue traces the pulsing vein that runs the length of my shaft.
“Blyad.”
“Now, who’s begging?” Lyla whispers as she finally rolls the rubber on.
I’m too worked up for verbal foreplay. As it is, I’m worried I won’t be able to last longer than a few minutes.
“On your hands and knees,malysha.”
The endearment falls out of my mouth without intention or permission. Lyla doesn’t seem to notice as she rolls on her stomach and raises her ass in the air. I move into position behind her and grab the base of my dick, rubbing it through the slickness twice before slowly feeding my cock into her pussy. The sight of it pushing inside of her is almost enough to make me come.
There’s something so primal and sexy about it, a claiming that seems more than physical. Once I’m finally fully inside of her, I slide a hand up her rib cage. I pinch her nipple, hard, and she gasps.
