tiny house with his family on the level below us.
Vladimir savored my release as my body relaxed and I regained my senses. “Your body is so sweet, angel.” He nuzzled my sex and inhaled my essence, licking and tasting my nectar.
I sighed his name as he curled up next to me and spooned my back against his body.
“Your pussy nature boy back home will never make you feel this good.” He picked up my hand and held it against my chest to prove his point. He had my heart pounding, and I was breathless from all the excitement. “I’m the only man who can make you this wet.”
In the few days I’d known Benji, I liked him, but Vladimir was right. No man on earth could ever make me feel as loved and cherished as Vladimir did. I cracked up and elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re an egomaniac.” His erection poked me in the ass. I bumped my backside against him. “What are we going to do about this? ”
“I just want to hold you, sweetheart.” He smoothed my hair off my face and turned my chin so he could kiss my lips. He was sweaty from our sexed-up workout and the sweetness of my body lingered on his lips. He ran his fingers across my silhouette. “This is my favorite part.” His fingers dipped into the concave valley under my hipbone. “Never let another man touch you here. This belongs to me.”
I felt so loved and protected in his arms, I didn’t want to think past that moment. I knew we were in grave danger, and if my game clock was likely running out in this lifetime, our time together might only be a matter of days or even hours, but there was nowhere I’d rather be than in the strong arms of my sexy, alcohol-free, Russian lover.
“Khoroshiy chelovek, Vladimir. Spasibo.” I was trying to communicate that he did a good job down there , but the words I strung together literally meant, “Good man, Vladimir. Thank you.”
“What are you doing to me? Your accent is so fucking sexy.” He rolled on top of me and ravaged my body, sucking on my neck and scratching his beard against my skin.
I melted under the weight of him and repeated every Russian phrase I knew.
“You’re killing me, Carter. I’m going to eat you alive.”
I grasped his erection and stroked him. “How do you say, ‘I’m going to kiss you here, boss’?”
His penis pulsed and hardened in my hand as he whispered something probably very naughty in Russian. I took him in my mouth and teased his tip with my tongue as I stroked his length to arouse him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Keep doing that. God, you feel so good.” He exhaled a primal growl and wove his fingers through my hair. He grasped my long locks at the root as I pleasured him, excited by the warmth and wetness of my mouth. My head bobbed as he held me in place, syncing our bodies into a rhythm. His carnal need for me lit my fire, and the way he was pressing me against his body, like he would never let me go, made my body melt between my legs.
His erection grew harder and stronger and he plunged deep inside my mouth. I wasn’t experienced in the area of oral sex, and although I didn’t want to disappoint him, his penis was rather large and I felt as if I might have a gag reflex. He moaned with each thrust and said my name over and over. His body tensed, and when he was about to come, I pulled him out of my mouth and held him in my hand as his pleasure released across his tight abs.
“Carter. God, you’re amazing,” he panted, wrecked by oral pleasure.
“Was that okay ? You know, taking it out of my mouth.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He stroked my hair. “One day, Miss Cook, you’re going to let me inside you. In your mouth, in your pizda .” He cupped my breasts and squeezed them together. “Maybe next time I’ll come all over these beauties.”
Oh, God. Yes, please.
Chapter 14
Rugged
In the morning I woke up under the sheets tangled in Vladimir’s long limbs. His breathing was heavy and peaceful as
Vladimir savored my release as my body relaxed and I regained my senses. “Your body is so sweet, angel.” He nuzzled my sex and inhaled my essence, licking and tasting my nectar.
I sighed his name as he curled up next to me and spooned my back against his body.
“Your pussy nature boy back home will never make you feel this good.” He picked up my hand and held it against my chest to prove his point. He had my heart pounding, and I was breathless from all the excitement. “I’m the only man who can make you this wet.”
In the few days I’d known Benji, I liked him, but Vladimir was right. No man on earth could ever make me feel as loved and cherished as Vladimir did. I cracked up and elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re an egomaniac.” His erection poked me in the ass. I bumped my backside against him. “What are we going to do about this? ”
“I just want to hold you, sweetheart.” He smoothed my hair off my face and turned my chin so he could kiss my lips. He was sweaty from our sexed-up workout and the sweetness of my body lingered on his lips. He ran his fingers across my silhouette. “This is my favorite part.” His fingers dipped into the concave valley under my hipbone. “Never let another man touch you here. This belongs to me.”
I felt so loved and protected in his arms, I didn’t want to think past that moment. I knew we were in grave danger, and if my game clock was likely running out in this lifetime, our time together might only be a matter of days or even hours, but there was nowhere I’d rather be than in the strong arms of my sexy, alcohol-free, Russian lover.
“Khoroshiy chelovek, Vladimir. Spasibo.” I was trying to communicate that he did a good job down there , but the words I strung together literally meant, “Good man, Vladimir. Thank you.”
“What are you doing to me? Your accent is so fucking sexy.” He rolled on top of me and ravaged my body, sucking on my neck and scratching his beard against my skin.
I melted under the weight of him and repeated every Russian phrase I knew.
“You’re killing me, Carter. I’m going to eat you alive.”
I grasped his erection and stroked him. “How do you say, ‘I’m going to kiss you here, boss’?”
His penis pulsed and hardened in my hand as he whispered something probably very naughty in Russian. I took him in my mouth and teased his tip with my tongue as I stroked his length to arouse him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Keep doing that. God, you feel so good.” He exhaled a primal growl and wove his fingers through my hair. He grasped my long locks at the root as I pleasured him, excited by the warmth and wetness of my mouth. My head bobbed as he held me in place, syncing our bodies into a rhythm. His carnal need for me lit my fire, and the way he was pressing me against his body, like he would never let me go, made my body melt between my legs.
His erection grew harder and stronger and he plunged deep inside my mouth. I wasn’t experienced in the area of oral sex, and although I didn’t want to disappoint him, his penis was rather large and I felt as if I might have a gag reflex. He moaned with each thrust and said my name over and over. His body tensed, and when he was about to come, I pulled him out of my mouth and held him in my hand as his pleasure released across his tight abs.
“Carter. God, you’re amazing,” he panted, wrecked by oral pleasure.
“Was that okay ? You know, taking it out of my mouth.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He stroked my hair. “One day, Miss Cook, you’re going to let me inside you. In your mouth, in your pizda .” He cupped my breasts and squeezed them together. “Maybe next time I’ll come all over these beauties.”
Oh, God. Yes, please.
Chapter 14
Rugged
In the morning I woke up under the sheets tangled in Vladimir’s long limbs. His breathing was heavy and peaceful as
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