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“I’m glad we are meeting. I totally understand,” I am not sure what else to say to that. I felt so bad when he told me his parents were murdered, but I never know what to say in those situations. I’m so awkward; I hugged him instead. I reach over and put my hand on hers in what I hope is a comforting way.

“We’re going to be best friends, I can already tell.”

“You can?” I ask, chuckling.

“Definitely.”

“That would be nice,” I reply.

“Can we order? I’m starving. My treat.”

“Sure,” I say, picking up the menu, grateful for a chance to collect myself. Two weeks by myself, and you’d think I was starved for attention or socially awkward or something. Neither of these things could be further from the truth.

We order, and over lunch, we talk about everything and nothing, including celebrity crushes; we both have a thing for Leonardo DiCaprio.

Zoya was right; by the end of lunch, I knew we would be best friends.

Chapter Seven

Anatoli

One Week Later

“Shit. Bounce that pussy off this steel, ?????????. That’s right, baby. Fuck me.” Her pussy strangles my cock with every dirty word I drop. I watch, gut tight and heart full as her titties bounce in my face while she rides me. I drool, loving how red and raw they are from me sucking and biting them all fucking morning. I know I should give them some reprieve, but no one ever said I was a gentleman. Not when it comes to her and this body I own.

“Yes, Toli. You’re so deep inside of me. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Christ, look at how beautiful she is lost in desire. Smack. I hit her ass as she continues to chase her finale.

“That is not what the fuck you call me when I am destroying your pussy. Is it?”

“No. Oh shit. I’m sorry ???. Oh, God. It’s...” She doesn’t need to tell me; I can feel her pussy heat up as it drips all over my balls and thighs, getting ready for release. If my dick could speak, he’d be gasping for air; she’s got him so fucking tight. Hands on her hips, I grip her to stop her movement and grind her clit against the hair above the dick. She screams as the abrasion and movement sends her spiraling. Feeling her overflow drench me, I flip her under me, spread her legs and push them to her ears.

“My turn.” Like a man possessed, I take her mouth and plow inside of her over and over, the telltale sign of another impending orgasm, causing me to roar at my ability to please my woman. “My pussy. My pussy. Mine. MINE.” I yell into the air. I feel every drag of her walls as her pussy once again tries to swallow me. It's a wondrous thing every time I take her; her pussy gapes open when I pull out and forms on my cock when I reenter. Just another sign she is meant for me. “How the hell do you feel so fucking good, baby. All this honey, wet and sticky. Fuck, you are so wet.”

“Yes. For you. Fill me, ???.” she says the last part with her nails in my ass, pulling me further into her. Her nails digging into me is the little extra pain I need to flood her with my jizz, as always praying we create a life. “Shit, you wore me out,” I tell her, falling to the side of her, pulling her on top of me. She giggles and hits my chest.

“This was all you, mister. I had plans to meet the girls at the salon so we can get ready for girl’s night. You distracted me. Now I’m late.” I grunt when she mentions the night out she has planned. I am not a fan of her going anywhere I am not, but definitely not out on the town. Luckily, there is not much she can get into in a town like Bleak. They don’t even have a nightclub. “Stop pouting, babe. It’s not like you don't know where I am going to be,” she says as she kisses my chest and gets out of the bed. I watch her sexy ass sway back and forth as she walks to the bathroom. She is right, but fuck that; I can pout whenever my woman is not going to be attached to me. My dick hits my stomach, mocking me, teasing me for not being in the shower with her, but I know if I go in there, she is not going to make her girl’s night, and I am going to miss my appointment. So, I throw on some jeans and a shirt and wait for her to come into the room.

“Come here, baby.” she walks towards me slowly, her towel wrapped around her, hiding the body I fucking covet. “You should have left my scent on you, baby. Then maybe I won’t be out of my mind with jealousy.” I open her towel and let it fall at her feet. With me sitting and her standing, her tits are at level with my mouth. I lean in and lick one, pinching the other.


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