“I plan on fucking you until you can’t walk straight, Malishka. I don’t want panties to get in my way.”
A strained laugh falls from my mouth. “I’m not sure I can survive any more of your fucking.”
He pulls me to him, my head resting on his chest. “I’ll give you a nice warm bath to make up for it. If it makes you feel better, you can think of it as my Christmas present.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in love with you.”
The Manner
Alexie and Mia can be found in…
Chapter 1
“Ilove this wet pussy.”
We’re in the back of the limo, and his fingers have been working on me for the last twenty minutes. The partition is raised, and I hope the driver can’t hear the wet sounds coming from the back.
Alexie put me in the limo, demanded I open my legs, and fingered me.
“Take out your big tits. I want to see the jewelry.”
I dig into the dress, and I do as I’m told.
He opens the partition.
I glare at him, my voice hoarse from arousal. “What are you doing?”
“I told you; I’m going to give you a Christmas Eve you’ll never forget.”
“He’s going to see everything, Alexie.”
Alexie laughs as he slaps one breast, making it jiggle. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He smirks at me. “You don’t need to pretend you don’t like being watched, slut. Your pussy is drenched thinking about the driver watching you getting finger-banged, isn’t it? After all, Goddess, it would be wrong of me to hoard all your beauty from the masses, wouldn’t it?”
My head shoots up, and I glare at him. “You hate it when others look at me.”
It’s true; exhibitionism is my thing. I love it, but Alexie doesn’t see it the same. He usually gets so irritated that it leads to him decapitating someone.
He shrugs, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. “Yes, I do. But you’re a whore who needs it.”
“You can’t kill him for looking at what you put on display.”
Alexie holds up his pinky finger. “I won’t. Pinky promise. I wanted you to have something fun for Christmas.” He fidgets with his black half-mask. “That’s why we’re wearing these. Tonight, you can be as big of a whore as you want, and I’ll be a good boy and let you.”
I move on top of him. His fingers are still inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly. I straddle his lap, his cock at full mast. “How good of a boy? Good enough for me to peg your ass in public?”
“Baby, for me to let you do that, you’d have to pay a heavy price. You sure you want to take that wager?”
A heavy wager with Alexie might be too heavy. The last time he said that to me, I was strapped to the bed for twenty-four hours. He used his mouth, hands, a belt, a paddle, a crop, and a rope until I came so much, I couldn’t see straight.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
Alexie laughs. His hand grips my breast, and the next thing I know, it’s jingling.
“Did you just clip on Jingle bells?”
He smirks and does the same to the other breast. “Why do you think I made you get hoops instead of studs?”