“You’re a big boy, Lenk. I can’t believe you fit the first time.”
“Not used to men my size?”
“There has been no one else. Not much in the way of time.”
“Fuck, baby. You trying to make me come before I even get inside you?”
“Just telling the truth.”
“Let me show you exactly how I’m going to fit.”
He captures my lip as I lean up to kneel above him. He pumps his fingers inside me, gently gathering the slick flowing from my center to coat his cock.
“I’m going to slip right into that tight little hole.”
He grips his base, and I ease down, moaning as he pushes inside me, splitting me wide open as I flex around him.
“Relax and take me in, baby,” he whispers against my lips as he strokes my clit, distracting me from the stretch.
Plunging his tongue into my mouth, he glides across mine as our mouths mimic the act our bodies are committing. I take him inch by inch, whimpering when he bottoms out inside me.
“Good girl. You’re so tight around your man.” He remains still, letting me get used to him, and I breathe through the fullness that borders on being too much. “Lean back and let me make you feel good, baby.”
I trace his sculpted chest, pinching his nipples. Jerking, he moans, and his dick twitches inside me. I trail my nails down his front and lift slowly, lowering back down. Slow and steady, we find our rhythm together as he thrusts up on my down strokes. I dig my nails into his shoulders and throw back my head as our bodies slap together and my inner walls quake. Increasing the speed, he grips my hips as he drives inside me, hitting a spot that has my thighs shaking as the pressure built up explodes. Opening my mouth in a silent scream, my body convulses as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. Three strokes later, he pulls me close as I slump against his chest, spent as he coats me with his warmth.
***
LENKOV
The alarms go off, and I jerk awake.
“What’s happening?” Rylee mumbles, rising to sit up beside me.
“Get Jaycee, bring him here, and lock the door.” I slip from the bed, pull on my boxers and run to the dedicated meeting spot with Ge, Iosif, and the other men we’d brought in recently.
“There’s someone at the gates,” Ge says.
I peer down at the screen and shake my head. “Crazy bitch.” Kathy is manically pulling at the gates.
“The hell is she doing?” Iosif asks.
“No idea. Cut the alarm, and we’ll go find out. Let the family know this was a false alarm.”
The connected system will have pinged to the other households. Running a hand through my hair, I tug gently. Not the way I wanted to wake up after finally getting my girl in my arms and my bed. I could break her neck right now. Pissed, I stalk out, gun still in hand, and climb into the passenger seat as Ge drives. He pulls up beside the gate, and I get out. The sight of her is a shock to the system. Chapped lip, sunken-eyed, and unkempt. She looks more like an addict than the perfectly polished woman I knew. Her hands wrapped around the bars.
“Leave now.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t know what they had planned. I can’t have deaths on my hands.”
“Who?”
“No. He will kill me if I tell you.” She looks around manically. “I shouldn’t even be here.”
“Are you telling me I’m in danger right now?”
“Yes. He hates you. I don’t know why. I thought this was about your father and getting him back. But it's not. I never should’ve told him what I found out.” She covers her mouth and sobs. The fear in her eyes is too real to ignore.