My chest ached, and I shut the thoughts away into a mental room where I kept tons and tons of other stuff. Other moments I never wanted to deal with again.
In front of me lay a powerful man, dripping in masculine gorgeousness.
And I would fuck him. I would ride his cock until I forgot about Darryl’s deceit, Maxwell’s secrets, and Kazimir’s new position for me.
Am I really going to Russia? No way. I’ll get out of it somehow.
Everything could wait.
And so, I crawled to Kazimir, so horny my skin burned with hunger.
On all fours, I moved toward him. His gaze went to my cleavage. I crawled over his taut legs and muscular thighs. The towel was still wrapped around him, but his cock had tented the front, hiking the center up.
I rubbed my body against his cock’s tip as I continued to journey up his beautiful body—all curved and hard. Sculpted tanned skin. Tight and smooth. Perfect, except for the scars that marred his side.
Still on all fours, I hovered over him. My face was barely two inches from his. Our noses almost touched.
“You’ve been shot?” I asked.
“Of course. You don’t get to where I am without being shot a few times.”
“Hmmm.” I lowered a little and kissed his lips. Before he could capture my tongue, I lifted back up. “If I go to Russia with you, will you promise not to get shot anymore?”
“I can’t promise that, but I’ve been really good at avoiding it.” He raised his head to me and sucked on my bottom lip.
I pulled in my breath as he reached out to me, the tips of his fingers tenderly grazing my chin. Heat spread out from his touch, flooding my senses.
He moved his hands down my body and gripped my hips, pulling my body against his. “I like how you said the word if.”
“I did.”
He slid his hands over my ass and squeezed. The whole time, he rubbed his cock against my center. “Don’t think that because you’re half-naked and on top of me, that you’ll be able to do what you want to do.”
“I—”
He flipped me onto my back. “You’re coming to Russia. If you stayed, I would envy the NY winds that got to touch you, when I couldn’t. I’d be jealousy of this country because it had you far away from me.”
My heart hammered in my chest.
“And you’ll love my country.” Inch by inch, he lowered to my breast, landing kisses along the border of my bra. “We’re going to have fun.”
“What’s fun to you?”
He gripped the front clasp of my bra between his teeth and ripped it away.
I shrieked.
The material continued to rip from me. I moved my arms out of the straps so he wouldn’t rip me away with them. He spat the bra out on the bed. “I have so many plans for you, Emily.”
I could’ve orgasmed just from the sound of his voice. It was that sexy. After hearing everything, I couldn’t deal with any slow burn foreplay. I needed him now. Hard and fast. His cock inside of me, pumping fast and deep into me.
I yanked away the stupid towel. His cock flopped out, bumping against my stomach. I shuddered, close to begging him to tear off my panties too.
“I love when you look so greedy.” He devoured my mouth.
I lapped at his tongue.
Groaning, he tore his mouth away from my mine and reached for my nightstand’s drawer. “I assume there are condoms in here.”
“There are.”
He yanked it opened and frowned. “More boxes and knives.”
“You can never have enough condoms and knives.”
Silent, he ripped the foil on the packet with one hand and his teeth, hovering over me. That strong build scared me. But in a way, his hugeness comforted me too. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I felt it in my gut.
“I promise to protect you.”
I let his words comfort me as I scooted out of my panties and slung them to the floor.
“What were you thinking about?” He slipped the condom along his thick length.
“I can’t wait to have your cock inside of me.”
“That wasn’t an answer,” He licked his lips. “But, I’ll take it this time.”
I smirked.
He moved his hands down my body, caressing each inch. “You won’t need so many boxes of condoms in Russia.”
So naughty, I couldn’t help it. “I’ll take some just in case. I’m starting to like Russian men.”
His expression went neutral.
Okay. Sorry. Maybe, that wasn’t funny.
“Really?” He shoved my legs wide apart to further accommodate his hips. “Tell me more about this attraction.”
“I didn’t know Russian men could be so big.” I raised my hand to hold his cock.
He knocked it away. “Hmmm.”
I pouted. “What was that for?”
He lowered a little, teasing me and touching the tip of his cock to my opening. Writhing under him, I craned my neck forward to watch the erotic torture more.
“Please,” I whispered.
“No one else can be in your bed, Emily.” He pushed in that first delicious inch. The thick head of his sex pulsed, hard and demanding.
I gripped the sheets and arched forward. “More. . .please.”
“You know what you’re doing to me, Emily.” He pierced me with another inch of his cock. The mushroom tip disappeared into my pussy. “But, do you know what I’m doing to you?”
Another inch.
I cried out in lust.
“Oh, Emily.” He dove deep into me. The air punched hard out of my lungs. I was full with him.
I fell back into the bed, rocking with his rhythm.
“It already feels like it’s been too long since I fucked you.” Shifting his pumping to slow and dominating, he slipped inside of me and pulled out, working his thick abs against my clit, slowly. So painstakingly slow. Our bodies lovingly molded against the other. Hard muscle against soft flesh. Rough inhales between soft exhales.
I clenched around him, my sex sucking him. So hungry. Greedy. Starving for more of him.
Slowly, he pulled all the way out of me.
My pussy went empty. Shock hit me.
I panted. “Kaz?”
He raised his eyebrows at me. Lust blazed in his eyes. “We can have sex only one more time?”
I bit my lip.
“Answer me.”
I widened my eyes. “Maybe another time.”
He gazed at me under hooded eyes. “Maybe?”
“Please, come back to me.”
“What do you want, Emily?”
“Your fat cock inside of me.”
He kissed me.
I tore away from his lips. “Now.”
Growling, he licked the curve of my neck. I trembled and wrapped my arms around his neck as if I could pull him down and inside of me.
“Only one more time?” he whispered against my throat and then nibbled the curve.
“Definitely another time, Kaz, please.”
He landed a soft kiss on my lips and whispered, “And another?”
“Yes.”
He dove back into my pussy, catching me by surprise. “And another and another.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
So deep and smooth. Every delicious movement. His muscles flexed as he pumped. He drove me crazy. Gorgeous and hypnotizing, so much power radiated from him. He was a wild beast, not controlled by anyone or anything.