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A burst of pleasure goes through me when he teases that button of pleasure inside me, but through it all, I don’t stop looking at him, watching him, drowning in that enchanting gaze.
God, I missed him.
I’m never allowing him out of my sight again.
He’s mine.
Mine.
Fuckingmine.
“You’re drooling, baby. Am I that hot?”
“The hottest, if you ask me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. You’re going to be the death of me today.”
“Don’t die.” I spread some of the lube on his length. “I need your cock inside me.”
“Fucking fuck. I meant to prime you properly, but I can’t take this anymore.” He removes his fingers and clutches my hips and positions me on top of him. “Sit on my cock. Let me watch your sexy face as you ride me.”
Heat of desire explodes inside me, and I hold myself on one hand as I fist his rock-hard cock with the other and then guide him inside me. My dick twitches when the crown slips in and I bite the corner of my lip as I go all the way down.
My groan mixes with Nikolai’s and I breathe harshly as his huge cock stretches me open. I close my eyes to soak in the sensation and the otherworldly feel of him in me.
“Open those beautiful eyes. Look at me.”
I blink and my breathing is chopped off when I find his intense gaze devouring me whole.
Oh fuck.
I always loved the way he looks at me, how he seems so in tune with me more than I’ll ever be in tune with myself.
But most of all, I love how he likes me when I couldn’t care less about my own existence.
“You feel so good, baby. I can be buried inside you for eternity, you know that?”
“Mmmfuck. It feels so full.” I lift myself up and then come down in shallow thrusts. “I missed your cock in me.”
“Holy fucking shit. From now on, I’m going to need you to be on whatever drug you’re on today.”
“That’s easy.” I pick up the pace, riding him in a long, unhurried rhythm, then I place a palm on his chest and flick my fingers on the lotus flower tattoo. “The drug in me is you.”
I can feel his cock thickening inside me as he curses. He jerks his hips up to meet my fall down, but he doesn’t rush the pace and lets me fuck myself on his cock slowly, enjoying every lick of desire and every roll of my hips to take him fully.
Every scrape of his piercings and every groan of pleasure breaks me apart little by little.
He can’t get deep enough or fuck me hard enough. He’s wrong. I don’t need drugs. I’m high on his smell, his touch, but most of all that look in his eyes.
It’s not lust. It’s love. He looks at me like he loves me, and that nearly makes me burst into both pleasure and tears.
He strokes his hand on my thigh and hips before he fists my cock and jerks me in the same rhythm I fuck him, slow and measured, as our eyes clash and my heart nearly spills out. If the beat beneath my fingers is of any indication, then his heart is also on the verge of exploding.
I realize with astounding clarity that I’m not fucking him. I’m makingloveto him.
He’s not only touching my body. He’s breaching my newly born heart and my bruised soul.
He pulls back the foreskin and teases my tip, using the precum to lube me up until the sloppy sounds echo in the air. He squeezes and teases my balls in the right places until I’m delirious.
