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I begin to pump my hand slowly, squeezing a bit as it gets closer to the head. Another drop of precum escapes, falling to the floor beneath me before I put my mouth to his cock for the first time.
He holds his breath as he feels my lips wrap around him. His breathing gets heavy again, and I have to keep from smiling as I swirl my tongue around the tip. He’s far more sensitive than I would have expected, and he’s pumping into my mouth slightly to heighten the sensation even more.
When he starts to shove it further into my mouth, I slow down and slide my tongue along the length up and down. I close my lips a bit tighter, and his reactions send chills through me all over again.
“Get up here,” he commands.
“What? I’m not done yet,” I tease, batting my lashes at him.
“You’re done when I say you’re fucking done. Now take off your panties.”
My face is flushed now, and my legs are shaking as I slip my pants off with my panties inside. Standing in front of him half-naked feels the way I imagine it does to watch someone masturbate.
He reaches his hand out to me, taking my wrist again and pulling me into the kitchen where he bends me over the countertop.
The counter is so high off the ground that I’m barely touching it with my toes, forcing me to extend my legs and tense my lower body. As soon as he slides his dick inside of my dripping wet mess of a pussy, I can feel the increase in pressure from the new position.
He feels even bigger than before, hitting all the right places as he pounds my cervix. The thought that he’s massaging himself with my pussy crosses my mind, and the association fills me with butterflies.
I can feel my ass bouncing against him as he pumps in and out of me, slowing down once again to avoid cumming in me too soon. The fact that I got him so close with just my mouth fills me with pride, and it makes me throb to know that he’s fighting with himself.
The ripples of an orgasm begin to form, and I tense my legs even harder as Ruslan lifts me off the floor. I’m going to cum any moment now, and it’s happening so fast that I don’t even know how to prepare for it.
I thought Ruslan had hit the ceiling on my ability to feel pleasure the first time we fucked, but now I’m doubting even that. I’ve been forced off the side of a cliff, helpless to stop myself from descending as oxytocin blooms in my bloodstream.
As I come down from the dizzying explosion, Ruslan’s pace grows faster and harder, and I can feel his dick begin to throb and pulse as he releases his seed inside of me.
He presses his hips so hard into mine that the whole length of his cock fills me up.
His fingers grip onto my hips as he cums, relaxing as he pulls himself out of me.
It takes a moment for either of us to say anything. We’re both exhausted and somewhat shocked that our chemistry is so extraordinary. I know he’s far more experienced than I am, but I’m sure that I’ve made an impression no matter what.
We’re panting quietly, attempting to collect ourselves when Ruslan’s phone begins to ring.
We both pause, and he answers it with a worried expression that I haven’t seen from him before. I’d think that through everything we’ve been through together, I would have seen every version of every emotion possible from him.
I attempt to follow him as he gets up to walk into the next room, but he raises a hand, commanding me to stay in place.
My heart is racing again due to the inertia I’ve endured from the day’s events. I started the morning out as a lonely, heartbroken, pregnant college student, and now I’m standing in a bratva boss’s kitchen, freshly fucked, watching him stomp off in the other direction.
His voice carries from the other room, but I can’t make out any individual words that would give me more context. I’m scared shitless, and all I can do is listen to a disjointed conversation from forty feet away.
All I can do is clean myself up and get my clothes back on. I have a bad feeling that this is an emergency, and the last person who would lie to me about life or death would be Ruslan.
When I hear his footsteps approaching, I straighten myself and listen closely as he begins to end the conversation.
“Yeah, I’ve got it. I’ll be on my way immediately.”
I attempt to steady myself as Ruslan returns, his expression grave and uneasy.
He hangs up the phone and shifts his glance over to me with a grim face. “I have to go,” he says, slipping the phone back into his pocket and reaching for his coat.
“What's going on?” I ask, already feeling the familiar sense of dread crawling up my throat.
“The man responsible for ordering the hit on Misha was spotted at the fairgrounds again. Yan needs me to meet him there as soon as possible to take him out. We might not get another chance if we wait.”
The news hits me like a punch in the gut. It’s surreal that we could finally confront the people responsible for all the pain and heartache we’ve both been through in such a short period of time.
