Anya faces me. “What are you going to do?”
I walk toward her and grab her hips, lifting her onto the sink counter. “Fuck you.”
Her cheeks turn a deep red as she licks her lips. “The staff will notice we’re gone.”
“Do you think I give a shit?” I ask.
“No,” she replies.
I notice the outline of her hard nipples poking through the soft fabric of her black dress. “You are turned on and ready for this, aren’t you?” I move a hand under her dress to find she hasn’t put any panties on. “Dirty girl,” I murmur. “I’d almost think you wanted this to happen.”
She gasps as I thrust three fingers into her soaking wet pussy. “Valery.”
“Open your thighs for me.”
She does as she’s told, allowing me to finger her deeper, groaning at the soaking wet sounds my fingers make with each and every thrust. “Oh God,” she cries.
“God has nothing to do with this, printessa. I’m more akin to the devil.”
Her whimpers are like music to my ears as I pull my soaking wet fingers out of her. “Open wide, malishka.”
She does as she’s told and I slide my fingers into her mouth.
“Suck them clean.”
Eagerly, she closes her lips around my fingers and sucks her own arousal from them, moaning. I pull them from her mouth and lift the skirt of her dress to her hips, exposing her pretty, glistening wet pussy.
It’s impossible to stifle the groan that escapes my lips at the sight. “You are such a good girl, Anya. Alway ready for me.”
Anya surprises me then by lacing her fingers in my hair and yanking my lips to hers. The kiss is fraught with passion and longing that I know I’ll never be able to quench in one lifetime. An eternity with her wouldn’t be long enough.
I grab hold of her thighs and part them even further, unzipping my pants.
Her eyes are dilated as she watches me free myself from them.
“Look what you do to me.” I demand, stroking my painfully hard cock.
She drags her fingers through her soaking wet entrance. “Look what you do to me.”
I can’t hold back any longer as I slam into her, my cock finding her entrance and sliding through with such force.
“Fuck, Valery,” she cries out, clearly forgetting about her worries that people will know exactly what we’re doing in here. Her fingers dig into my back as she claws at me.
I lean back and rub her clit, making more of her sweet arousal flood around my shaft. “That’s it, malishka. Let me fuck that pretty little cunt right here in the bathroom of a restaurant and make sure everyone our there knows I’m fucking Anya Lebedev.”
Her head falls back on a moan. “This is so wrong.”
“It’s so fucking right,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her throat and loving the way she looks like that. As if my hand is a collar around her throat—a sign of possession. I own her and I want everyone in fucking Moscow to know it. Scratch that, I want everyone in Russian to know. “I never knew that a cunt could feel so fucking perfect, printessa.” I kiss her lips, thrusting my tongue through them. “I never knew that sex could be so damn addictive.”
Every thrust is harder and deeper than the last as I find the right angle, fucking her like an animal on the sink counter, holding her thighs open wide.
Anya’s nipples are hard peaks, pointing at me and taunting me to suck on them. I lean down, keeping the same rhythm, and suck one nipple into my mouth.
Her back arches and she moans so loud it echoes around the bathroom. I lavish my attention on that nipple before moving to the other, and all the while she moans and gushes around my cock.
“Valery, please, it’s too much.”
I smirk up at her. “I’m not finished with you yet, malishka.”