angry gorilla had hit me. “She must stop fighting!”
I stopped fighting.
“ Good little gorilla. She obeys her male. What else does she have?”
I gasped as his hand found my wet space. One, then two, then three fingers pushed into me.
“Is this how I teach bad little gorilla?”
“Yes! Yes!”
He leaned into me, forcing my chest onto the bed, making my ass press into his groin. He sucked hard on my neck, making the skin pull up. It stung, just a little. A glimmer of a worry flickered in my mind—sucking on me with such gusto? Wasn’t that a bad idea?—but I pushed the unwelcome thought away. How could I worry about his lips on me when his fingers wiggled inside my pussy and my hip still stung from his slaps and I still felt the aching thrill of his fist on my back? How could I even think of stopping when I felt so good?
I moaned.
“I think she needs more teaching.”
“Yes!”
Then his cock was at my ass, pushing, pushing, pushing and in a burst of fireworks—I swear I saw fireworks!—he was deep within me and I was floating in an endless, sensual sea.
We moved together, riding the waves.
He whispered soft Russian words into my ear. I imagined it was an old poem about lovers lost in the snow—what do I know? It could have been. He took his fingers from inside me and held me firmly by the hips with both hands, holding me steady as he thrust his cock deep into my ass again and again and again. He nudged my knees farther apart, adjusting me closer to the ground, tilting my pelvis just so. Then he went at me with renewed vigor. Remember what I said earlier about cock control, about stamina? Dmitri was a master of both.
It was fantastic. And I know fantastic.
But then—what the hell?—the room flooded with light.
Dmitri froze. I froze.
We hadn’t locked the door. Were we idiots?
Blinded, Dmitri and I turned our heads, squinting, to find Alexi staring in at us. I spat out a scraggly mess of hair. What a sight Dmitri and I must have made! The two of us, illuminated by a shaft of white light, kneeling on the floor stomach to ass, Dmitri coupling the hell out of me.
My mouth hung open in shock. My entire body trembled.
The cock in my ass trembled too.
Alexi—the friend with a bar in the common room, or so I’d been told, because I’d seen no bar at the party—stepped into the room. “Dmitri!” he said, surprised. “And…Leah?”
I repeat, what the hell? Walking in on us like that? This was no performance!
Alexi closed the door behind him, took a step toward us. “I watch, yes?”
Hell, no.
Well, maybe.
Why not? He’d already had an eyeful. Besides…it made everything that much more exciting. I blinked up at him then nodded.
I was screwing myself just by being here.
I might as well let him see Dmitriscrewing me.
Alexi grinned then crossed the floor to us. He undressed. I’d seen him naked—in performance several times and at the party just now—and the man was gorgeous. Black hair. Sculpted chest. Strong, slim legs. Gorgeous. He hunkered down on the floor next to us, leaned over, kissed me hard then kissed Dmitri even harder.
Dmitri shuddered with pleasure.
Oh. I got it. They were more than friends.
Dmitri said something.
Alexi answered.
What did they say? Did it concern me?
Dmitri grunted. Then he thrust his cock up my ass as hard as he could, mashing me into the bed. Again and again he made the bed rock against the wall.
I cried out.
“We…will…show him good sex,” Dmitri growled into my ear.
I gasped.
I gasped because I likedit. My God, but I liked it.
Alexi said something.
Dmitri answered.
Alexi laughed. He leaned over us. He touched my hot cheek then ran his hand down my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone, until he held my breast cupped in his hand. “Leah,” he whispered, “you like the Russian men?”
“I do!”
He pinched my nipple and laughed quietly.
Dmitri moved like a man possessed, riding my ass as if his life depended on it.
How delightful
I stopped fighting.
“ Good little gorilla. She obeys her male. What else does she have?”
I gasped as his hand found my wet space. One, then two, then three fingers pushed into me.
“Is this how I teach bad little gorilla?”
“Yes! Yes!”
He leaned into me, forcing my chest onto the bed, making my ass press into his groin. He sucked hard on my neck, making the skin pull up. It stung, just a little. A glimmer of a worry flickered in my mind—sucking on me with such gusto? Wasn’t that a bad idea?—but I pushed the unwelcome thought away. How could I worry about his lips on me when his fingers wiggled inside my pussy and my hip still stung from his slaps and I still felt the aching thrill of his fist on my back? How could I even think of stopping when I felt so good?
I moaned.
“I think she needs more teaching.”
“Yes!”
Then his cock was at my ass, pushing, pushing, pushing and in a burst of fireworks—I swear I saw fireworks!—he was deep within me and I was floating in an endless, sensual sea.
We moved together, riding the waves.
He whispered soft Russian words into my ear. I imagined it was an old poem about lovers lost in the snow—what do I know? It could have been. He took his fingers from inside me and held me firmly by the hips with both hands, holding me steady as he thrust his cock deep into my ass again and again and again. He nudged my knees farther apart, adjusting me closer to the ground, tilting my pelvis just so. Then he went at me with renewed vigor. Remember what I said earlier about cock control, about stamina? Dmitri was a master of both.
It was fantastic. And I know fantastic.
But then—what the hell?—the room flooded with light.
Dmitri froze. I froze.
We hadn’t locked the door. Were we idiots?
Blinded, Dmitri and I turned our heads, squinting, to find Alexi staring in at us. I spat out a scraggly mess of hair. What a sight Dmitri and I must have made! The two of us, illuminated by a shaft of white light, kneeling on the floor stomach to ass, Dmitri coupling the hell out of me.
My mouth hung open in shock. My entire body trembled.
The cock in my ass trembled too.
Alexi—the friend with a bar in the common room, or so I’d been told, because I’d seen no bar at the party—stepped into the room. “Dmitri!” he said, surprised. “And…Leah?”
I repeat, what the hell? Walking in on us like that? This was no performance!
Alexi closed the door behind him, took a step toward us. “I watch, yes?”
Hell, no.
Well, maybe.
Why not? He’d already had an eyeful. Besides…it made everything that much more exciting. I blinked up at him then nodded.
I was screwing myself just by being here.
I might as well let him see Dmitriscrewing me.
Alexi grinned then crossed the floor to us. He undressed. I’d seen him naked—in performance several times and at the party just now—and the man was gorgeous. Black hair. Sculpted chest. Strong, slim legs. Gorgeous. He hunkered down on the floor next to us, leaned over, kissed me hard then kissed Dmitri even harder.
Dmitri shuddered with pleasure.
Oh. I got it. They were more than friends.
Dmitri said something.
Alexi answered.
What did they say? Did it concern me?
Dmitri grunted. Then he thrust his cock up my ass as hard as he could, mashing me into the bed. Again and again he made the bed rock against the wall.
I cried out.
“We…will…show him good sex,” Dmitri growled into my ear.
I gasped.
I gasped because I likedit. My God, but I liked it.
Alexi said something.
Dmitri answered.
Alexi laughed. He leaned over us. He touched my hot cheek then ran his hand down my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone, until he held my breast cupped in his hand. “Leah,” he whispered, “you like the Russian men?”
“I do!”
He pinched my nipple and laughed quietly.
Dmitri moved like a man possessed, riding my ass as if his life depended on it.
How delightful
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