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When he starts pumping even harder, I release a scream from deep within myself that I would never recognize as my own voice. My pussy begins to contract around him, fighting against his girth in a way that amplifies the sensation threefold.
I’m screaming so loud now that he places his hand over my mouth, and I wonder to myself who he’s trying to keep from hearing me.
Maybe it’s a power thing for him.
If that’s the case, he can do whatever he wants to me as long as he continues fucking me like this.
It doesn’t take long before I can feel him getting closer as well. All men behave differently when they’re about to cum, but you still always know what’s happening.
Ruslan slows his pace, but thrusts deeper and harder inside of me until he’s practically crushing me from under him.
As he cums, he fills my pussy with hot ropes of cum as he begins to slow down even more.
His breathing is labored, and his sweat has started to bleed through the fabric of his shirt. It’s still pretty cold outside, and it turns me on all over again that I was able to work him up like that.
He slides out of me, rolling onto his back as a stream of semen pours out of me.
We’re both lying on the floor of the barn, staring up at the holes in the ceiling as our heads spin from the afterglow. The sounds of our breathing echo through the barren, forgotten shell of the barn, and I’m amused at the thought of other people having sex in here long before either of us were even born.
But one thing is certain – we’ve just added a whole new dimension of complication to the mess we’re in.
12
Ruslan
There’s a lot on my mind as the reality of my actions begins to sink in.
Either I’ve kidnapped an innocent girl from the fair and had sex with her, or I’ve just fucked one of Johan’s spies.
It’s not that I need to justify myself, at least not in my own mind. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, and we did what adults do when their minds get taken over by their own self-made urges.
However, I’m under the impression that I’ve involved this girl in something that she has no business even knowing about.
Now that she’s been seen leaving the fair with me, I doubt very much that Johan would believe she was just a random person caught up in the chaos of the shooting. That’s the trouble with being in the Bratva – everything is always connected, even if it isn’t.
I’m not very convinced that she’s one of Johan’s spies, but if she is, she hasn’t gained much useful information about me from sex alone.
A name? That’s all, and it’s not going to do her much good.
But I can’t let myself stress out about that now, because Misha still hasn’t called me back.
We managed to oversleep into the later hours of the morning, so he’s had plenty of time to baby his hangover before being an adult and returning my call. He’s never held out on me this long before, and there’s a pit of dread forming in my stomach.
My gut has never been wrong about impending tragedy, and I struggle to suppress it as my doubts fill me with worry.
“We should probably get going,” I say as I get up off the floor of the barn.
Vera glances at me questioningly, likely expecting me to roll over and cuddle her for a while before kicking her out like the rest of her hookups do.
“Wait, I thought we had to stay in hiding out here? Or something like that?” she asks. I can’t tell whether or not she’s disappointed or excited that we’re leaving, and that confuses me.
Wasn’t she begging to leave last night?
“Yeah, well, I appear to have miscalculated. So, we’re going now,” I reply, my agitation growing more palpable as the moment drags on.
Despite my sudden hostility toward her, Vera doesn’t seem shaken. Perhaps this is something she expects from men that she fucks. Coming from a college town, that wouldn’t surprise me at all.
But, quite frankly, I don’t care right now.
