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She’s so hot, so tight, so… fucking… perfect.
Emma may have gone limp on the bed, a mass of shivering, sobbing pleasure as I rock into her— but inside her sweet body, she’s on fire. I can feel her ripple tightly along my shaft; the naughty minx is already trying to milk my orgasm from me before I’ve even begun teaching her what a real fucking orgasm feels like.
I pull her onto me the same time I thrust inside her. Again and again and again, relishing the way her moans melt into grunts that melt into sobs of pleasure bubbling my name between her trembling lips.
This is what I want. What Ineed. I need her to feel me so fucking deep inside her gorgeous body that she’ll forget whatever else she’s experienced before me. I need her to take it so good, she’ll struggle to walk in the morning.
I feel her tighten on me and I grin. I grab her hips harder, pull her onto me deeper, and when I feel her tense on that sweet edge of oblivion, I seat myself balls deep inside her quivering pussy and slide my hands up to caress her sides.
“Come for me, baby.”
When she does, my eyes roll back in my head. Feeling her spasm on my cock, wild and wet and uncontrolled, tests every fiber of my self-control beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Goddamn.
I don’t wait for her to calm down through the final spasms—I pull out, roll her onto her back, and bury my cock back inside her. The swiftness makes her gasp and arch into me, and I wrap my arms around her back so I can taste those sweet nipples as I buck into her.
Not enough. It’s not enough. I feel her spasm again, hear her cries as I fuck her into oblivion while I feast on her delicious curves, feel her fingers tug my hair… and it’s not enough. I want more. I buck into her faster, burying my face in the curve of her neck to lick and suck and taste her glistening skin.
If it weren’t for the soundproof walls of this penthouse, I’d stand a very good chance of being suspected of murder. Emma is certainly not the quiet little dormouse she appears to be in the office.
In the bedroom, she’s a fucking storm.
Maybe that’s why I do something I never anticipated doing tonight—leaning down and capturing her lips with my own. Even in the middle of her falling to pieces, I sense her surprised gasp. She didn’t expect a kiss any more than I did.
But now that I’m tasting her, claiming her mouth, it feels so fucking right. She’s sweet and warm and soft. I swipe my tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her tasting me. She claws at my back as I continue to drive into her tight pussy. We’re a sweaty, entangled mess. Fused together head to toe.
For the briefest moment, it scratches the itch I have formore.
Then that moment passes. And I want more again.
Even as I reach the end of my tether and brace for my own release, I find myself still craving more. More of her, in different ways, in different places.
The contract. You have her twice a week for as long as you want.
It’s that thought that pushes me over the edge. I cling to her, muffling my roar against her neck, as I feel the orgasm rip through me and pour into her in a searing heat that makes her shudder her own final release around me.
Consistent, convenient, decent sex is what I’d been after with this little arrangement. But what I’ve got isgreatsex. The kind of sex that calms the mind and soothes the soul.
The kind of sex that makes a man feel invincible.
15
RUSLAN
She’s still lying naked across my bed when the phone rings. Kirill’s name flashes across the lockscreen, which makes me frown. He wouldn’t be calling at this time of the night unless there was something to report.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m at Alcazar and, buddy, you won’t believe who’s here.”
Emma turns over and the moonlight catches the curve of her ass. I lose myself imagining biting down on the perfect swell of her cheek, so I miss the next thing Kirill says.
“… was, uh, not the reaction I was expecting.”
Emma sighs as she stretches. She’s facedown on the bed, but the hint of her breast peeking out from under her arm threatens to distract me again. I sit up and turn away.
“I didn’t catch that last part.”
