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“I meant…” I say, pulling my fingers free to smooth the juices across my thighs. I stand and grip the pole, sliding my pussy up and down as I hold on to it, arching my back. “When you hated me, when you used me.”
“Not proud of that, Rose, but no one. Not while we were apart, not when you were in California. Fuck, not since I laid eyes on you has there been anyone else.”
He moves then, the tie coming off easily. Nikolai, my gorgeous, deadly Nikolai, approaches as he motions at me, and I do as he silently asks. I turn and put my back on the pole and squat.
“What the fuck do you want? My balls in a jar?” He sweeps my hands above my head and ties them to the pole again. Then, using his foot, he parts my thighs wide.
The cool air kisses my wet pussy, and I’m aching all over again, clit throbbing, heart beating, everything on high alert.
“Maybe.”
He bends down in front of me, hand skimming my flesh, moving between my thighs as he teases my open pussy. “Brat.”
“There’s been no one else for me.”
Nikolai locks eyes with me and pushes three fingers in, watching as I gasp. “I know.”
His fingers piston into me, the sound of wet flesh as he plunges in filling the air, and I realize the music’s stopped. His breath comes hard, a little fast. “Fucking tight and hot and wet, Rose. This is mine.”
We’re almost nose to nose, our breaths mingling, hot and heavy. “And your cock’s mine.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.” He curls his fingers and pushes his palm against my clit until he’s hitting my G-spot, and I see stars. I can’t come again, I can’t. It’s impossible. I—
He stops suddenly, withdrawing his hand to paint my nipples, my stomach, my lips with my wetness, the mixed scent of us a heady aphrodisiac that makes the world shift.
“This is because you were bad, Rose,” he says, stripping off his clothes slowly. “I haven’t forgotten. You fucking asked me if I fucked someone else.”
He’s angry. There’s a glittering edge to him as his vest, then shirt, hit the stage, followed by his trousers and underwear. Then he’s naked, and I can’t breathe.
I’ve seen him naked countless times, and yet his tattooed male beauty, those toned muscles and lean limbs, that huge, thick cock, floor me, each and every time.
He stands above me, looking down, his cock in my face. “You fucking think I’d do that? Who the fuck do you think I am? If I’m with you, then like it or not, it’s just fucking you, Rose.”
I take a shuddering breath. “I love you, too.”
“Too late, Rose.” He undoes my hands and hauls me up as he plunders my mouth in a deep, searing kiss.
Then, he turns me, ties me back up, and forces me to the ground, pulling me to the edge of the stage so I’m stretched, hanging off, my ass and pussy bared for him.
He doesn’t say a word as he grabs my hips and plunges in, balls deep. It’s a hard, deep fuck, edged in brutal eroticism, and he hammers into me until I come violently.
“Know your safe words, Rose?”
“Y-Yes,” I squeak out.
Then he does something I don’t expect. He dips into my pussy, paints my ass with the head of his dick, and, taking my cheeks, opens me and works his way in. Once he’s in, balls deep, he pushes something into my pussy, the edge of it sitting squarely on my clit.
I almost scream out red because it hurts too much to bear. There’s too much at this angle, with his cock in my ass and a dildo in my pussy, but I grit my teeth as he starts to move, starts to take me in deep, strong thrusts.
It’s good, it’s good, and—
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Everything goes electric, and I scream.
He’s set off a remote control or something, and the dildo starts to vibrate, the part on my clit moving like some kind of crazy mouth.
Bit by bit, he increases it, and I’m a mass of bright nerve endings. When I explode, it’s a throbbing orgasm that centers on my clit, and I try to wiggle when it’s done, to get the damn thing off me, but I can’t. I can’t move.
