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Andrei’s room is not at all what I imagined. It’s softer, somehow more inviting than I expected, while still being undeniably masculine. The bed is huge, with dark silk sheets that smell just like him. It makes my mouth water.
“I’ll give you the grand tour later. Now I need to fuck your mouth.”
Laying me on the bed, his eyes never leave mine as he strips out of the athletic shorts he was boxing in. His naked body makes me lose my mind. There’s not an ounce of fat on him, all hard muscles and ridges, and a manly spattering of hair on his chest. His upper torso is covered in ink, making him that much more sexy. He kneels on the bed beside me, his cock rigid between his legs, beckoning me to taste him.
What I lack in sexual experience I hope I make up for in sheer enthusiasm. I didn’t know what it really meant to need someone inside of you until now.
I can’t stop myself from running my hands up and down the muscular planes back, indulging in the hard lines of his torso, even the scars and imperfections. Propping myself up on my elbows, I rub my cheek against his bare dick, and he trembles beneath me. But it’s his smell that gets me. I inhale him: musk and sandalwood and perfection.
Before I can go any further, he tangles his fingers in my hair and stops my exploration. A pained noise escapes from my throat. Doesn’t he know how much I need to take him in my mouth? He laughs.
“As much as I’d love to fuck your mouth, I need your pussy first. Spread your legs for me.”
His voice is rough with restraint as he settles above me, caging me in with both arms. It’s clear he’s feeling as crazed at this moment as I am. He drags his mouth between my breasts, grazing his teeth over each stiff nipple, while he grinds his erection through my soaked pussy lips. He tweaks one of my nipples hard, and in one fast and brutal movement, he shoves inside of me.
Holy Mother of all that is sacred, Andrei moving deep inside of me is heaven on earth. He is hitting all the right places and then some. Instinctively, he seems to know how I need him, pulling all the way out and slamming back inside.
His ass muscles tighten beneath my hands as he thrusts up, pounding into me at a relentless pace that is pure perfection. Every strike of his balls against my thighs has me gasping for air, pleading with him for release, as my body rolls and twists beneath him.
“Tell me who owns this beautiful pussy.”
“You do. Just you.”
“Good.” His hand slides down to the crack of my ass, circling the puckered ring of muscle with a fingertip. “And this?”
Oh no. No, no, no.
I clench my muscles before he can push in any further. “I’ve never…” I start to say.
He looks down at me with quiet intensity. A warning. “This ass is mine too. Let me in.”
My body tenses at the intrusion of his finger, but he’s quick to soothe me with shushing sounds whispered against my neck. A moment later, it actually feels good.
As my body relaxes into his touch, he picks up the pace, skewering me with his cock. Hitting the perfect place, over and over again until I can’t hold back anymore. “Milk me good, krasotka. Come all over my fucking cock.”
My thighs tremble and I scream as my pussy contracts violently around his hard length. “Fuck,” is the last thing he says, before jerking himself inside of me, flooding my insides with warmth. He buries his face in my hair, and breathing hard, collapses against me. We stay locked in each other's arms for a long moment. My body is putty against his. All the tension drained with one glorious orgasm.
But reality intrudes before long.
“We didn’t use a condom… again.” I blurt out.
Still inside of me, he pulls back and looks into my eyes, a hand still fisted in my hair. “I’m clean. I’ve never gone bare with anyone.”
I swallow hard, trying not to read too much into what that means. “Me neither. And I have an IUD.” It’s to help with period cramps, but it sure is coming in handy right now.
“Good.” He draws lazy circles with his finger on my collarbone. “I never want a barrier with you.”
It scares me how good it feels to have Andrei say these things, to feel him closer than I’ve ever felt to anyone, but I can’t lose my head over this sexy man. We made a deal, nothing more. And when the time comes, he’ll send me away.
Andrei must sense the shift in my thoughts, because he quietly pulls out of me and settles on his back, hands behind his head. I shudder, already missing the warmth he provided.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing, really. Okay, not nothing,” I concede, flipping on to my stomach, so I can better look at him. “If you weren’t born into this life, what would you want to be?”
He grins. “Like for a job?”