“Yes,” I moan with my head still dropped back and my eyes closed.
He gives my clit a soft suck and slides two fingers into me. Finger fucking me while he teases my clit until I’m gasping and shaking with need.
“Please,” I beg, rocking my hips up to him as best I can, not caring one bit about my sore ass against the hard wood of his desk. “Please, Mikhail.”
He groans and gives my clit another suck, sending me over the edge so quickly it makes my damn ears ring. My whole body tenses, and I scream his name as my arms give out and I fall to his desk, making a few things clatter to the floor. Mikhail doesn’t let up. He keeps his mouth against my pussy and works me until another orgasm rushes through me, making my whole body go limp and stars dance across my vision.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, making him let out a deep chuckle.
My pussy is still pulsing as he licks and kisses me, sending aftershocks of pleasure through every damn cell in my body. I’m delirious and dazed, and when he stands and I hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down, all I can think about is how badly I want this. I grab onto his black T-shirt and pull him closer while I try to yank it off him. He smiles and pulls his shirt off. A soft moan escapes at the sight of his bare chest, and when he presses his lips against mine, I forget about everything except the feel and taste of him.
His hands run up my shirt and under my bra before quickly freeing me of both. He cups my bare tits while I suck the taste of my own pussy off his tongue. God, I want him to always taste and smell like me. I want to mark him as mine so no other woman will ever dare touch him. The thick head of his cock presses against my soaking wet slit, and I briefly think about telling him that I’ve never done this, but I don’t want to stop. I never want this to stop.
With one hard thrust, he slams into me, and the scream I let out has his whole body freezing in place. He lifts his head, staring at me with wide eyes and a look of absolute shock on his face.
“Charlie,” he says, his voice thick and strained but also dangerously low, and it sends a shiver through me because I know this voice. It’s thedon’t you dare fuck with metone that always makes my heart race and my knees turn wobbly. “Are you a virgin?”
Even though I know I shouldn’t push him, I can’t help but let out a soft laugh and say, “Not anymore.”
The laugh dies in my throat when he moves the slightest bit and I’m reminded of how fucking huge he is. I wince and squirm a bit beneath him because it feels like he’s going to split me in two, but there’s also something so damn intoxicating about being filled so full. My fingers never even came close to feeling anything like this, and I suddenly realize how much I’ve been shortchanging myself over the years.
“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” he asks, running his thumbs over my cheeks and brushing aside the tears that have slipped out despite my best attempts at stopping them.
“I didn’t want you to stop,” I whisper, “and I was a little embarrassed.”
“Why on earth would you be embarrassed?”
I roll my eyes and feel like an idiot. “You pay for the best, Mikhail.High-end, very expensive,” I say, quoting his own words back to him. “How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?”
Another tear slips out, and I feel a flush rise all over my chest and face, adding to my humiliation.
“Sweetheart,” he says, and the sound of it is so damn sweet it makes my heart ache. “There’s nothing to compete with. I never gave a shit about any of them. That’s why I paid for them. It was a simple transaction, nothing more.”
He leans down and trails a line of kisses down my cheek, whispering against my skin as he goes. “I’ve never brought a woman to my bed to cuddle with and fall asleep with, little thief. I’ve never obsessively thought about them like I do you, and I’ve certainly never held one in my lap while conducting business.”
He runs his tongue over my clavicle, dipping inside the small hollow and making me practically purr beneath him as my back arches, my whole body hungry for more. Wrapping his arms around me, he picks me up, keeping his cock buried deep inside me. My arms and legs wrap around him, our bare chests pressed together as his hands gently cup my sore ass.
“What are you doing?”
“Baby, I’m not fucking you for your first time on my damn desk. I’m taking you to bed.”
“What if someone sees us?” I ask, already thinking about how embarrassing it would be to have his men eyeing my bare, red ass.
He smiles and kisses me gently. “They’re off following orders, baby. I would never let anyone else see you naked.”
I smile at the possessive way he says it, but the smile quickly turns to a gasp when he starts walking. His steps cause his cock to slowly move inside me, and when he grips my ass tighter and very slowly starts to raise me up the thick length of him, I moan his name against his lips, never wanting this to end.
“Call me Misha, baby,” he says, lowering me back down onto him.
“Fuck,” I whimper, clasping my fingers around the back of his neck. “Don’t stop, Misha,” I beg, using the shortened form of his name that I’m guessing he allows very few people to use.
“I don’t plan on it, sweetheart.”
He steps into his bedroom and kicks the door shut. By the time he lays me on the bed, I’m so drunk on cock that I can barely think. His forearms frame my head as his powerful body covers mine. I’m completely cocooned by him, and I don’t give a flying fuck that he’s a Bratva boss and his whole life consists of all kinds of dangerous shit that I probably don’t want to know about or that he’s way older than me. The truth is I’ve never felt so damn safe in my life.
I cup his face, running my fingers through his soft, short beard and looking into his eyes. They’re even darker than usual, and the raw hunger in them has me tightening my legs around him, wanting him buried as deeply inside me as humanly possible.
He leans closer, closing the distance between us, but before he kisses me, I whisper, “Please don’t break my heart, Misha. I don’t think I could survive it.”