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And oh fuck, it feels so good. He pumps against that spot and ramps up his tonguing efforts until I’m practically bouncing up and down on the counter. An animalistic fervor overwhelms me. I want to come but I don’t want to come. I want to make the panicky, starburst feeling last forever.

“Sergei!” I climax with a gush, my juices slicking his fingers and chin. “Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh yes! Don’t stop!”

Sergei hums against my highly sensitive clit and I lose it again. His persistent tongue forces me to endure the peak of that climax for the longest forty-one seconds of my life. His flicks grow gentle, allowing me to ride the waves of aftershocks until I’m boneless with pleasure.

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Cheek pressed to my abdomen, Sergei wraps his arms around me and pulls me down onto the floor with him. He tucks me against his chest and strokes my bare arm as I bathe in the afterglow. My overworked body takes some time to recharge.

Eventually the tingling leaves my arms and legs and I feel as if I can control my extremities again.

Hands planted on either side of his head, I straddle his waist and kiss him thoroughly. I smile mischievously and bite his full lower lip. “Your turn.”

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Chapter Six

I take off my dress and toss it aside. It lands next to Sergei’s shirt and my discarded undies. He grasps my hips and sits up, takes my nipple into his mouth. The sharp sucking sensation heightens my arousal. I grind against his waist. He groans with approval and bucks against me, rubbing his stiff cock between the apex of my thighs.

With a slight push, I direct him back to the floor and wiggle my way down his body. His belt buckle jangles as I work it loose. The vibrations of his anticipation tremble through me as I lower his zipper and pull down the front of his trousers. He lifts his hips so I can pull his pants down low enough. I smile at the sight of his tented boxers. His cock actually twitches beneath the fabric. I stroke him through the cotton, teasing him with the promise of what’s to come.

Taking a bite of his waistband, I tug it down until his erection pops free.
Oh my.

Now
that
is one beautiful cock. Thick, long and ruddy—and uncut. It’s the first one like that I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen all that many, of course. I mean, I’m not a total slut or anything.

Sergei moans when I wrap my fingers around his hard length. His skin is blazing hot. I cup his taut balls and loosely swirl my hand up and down his erection. His fists knot at his sides. Like a child with a new toy, I experiment with the crown of his cock and the foreskin protecting it. I quickly learn the ways to make him tick.

Having him gasping at my playful touch makes me swell with power. I bend down and circle his cock with wet kisses. My tongue clicks against the head and then slides along the underside of his erection. I nibble his sac and stroke his dick until he’s spewing what sounds like utter filth in Russian.

“In your mouth,” Sergei pants, rising up on his elbows to watch. “Suck me.”

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How can I deny him? I slick my lips with saliva and take the top part of his cock between my lips. My tongue twirls around the head. Releasing him, I lick my palm and use the wet skin to stimulate him with long, tight strokes. Sergei’s stomach muscles contract and he inhales sharply. Clearly whatever I’m doing is working.

I flick my tongue against the bumpy ridge just below the head of his penis and then suck the same spot. Sergei falls back, his elbows collapsing, and starts cursing in Russian again. At least I assume it’s cursing. From the tone of his voice, he sure as hell isn’t reciting nursery rhymes.

“Let me stand.”

I scramble off him. Sergei stands and rids himself of his trousers, boxers, socks and shoes. He stands over me and pets my hair. Somehow I’ve assumed the role of submissive while he plays the master. I like the idea of giving sexual power to him.

There’s something alluring about the idea of not being in control just this once.

Sergei takes hold of his fat cock and rubs the head of it against my lips. It oozes pre-cum and I lick away the salty cream. He nudges my lips and I let him in, my mouth opening like that of a baby bird. With the finesse of a pro, I swallow him deep. My nose bumps his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Taking controlled breaths and relaxing my jaw, I let him sit in the warm, wet depths of my throat. His fingers caress my cheeks. When he takes hold of my head and gently, slowly pumps his hips, I experience a thrill of excitement. I relinquish control, knowing that if things do go too far I’m ultimately the one with all the power. One good bite, after all…

Sergei ramps up the pace of his thrusts. There’s something so incredibly dirty about the squishy sounds his cock makes as it slides in and out of my mouth. It makes my pussy drip and clench. Jeez, maybe I really
am
a freak.

I reach down and strum my clit as he fucks my mouth. With my other hand, I steady myself against his muscular thigh. Sergei grips my hair in his hands, his fingers tightening. My scalp burns—but it’s a good burn. The kind that makes me feel alive.

The kind that heightens all sensations and takes this experience to a whole new level.

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Some part of me wants him to treat me as roughly as he did Cruz. A bigger part is thankful he doesn’t because I’m just not ready to live out the fantasies that turn me on so bad.

My fingers slide through the slippery juices coating my pussy lips and find their way inside me. And it feels so good. I’m getting it from both ends. I can almost imagine what it would feel like to have another lover with us, maybe Fox or some male stranger we pick up at a club. It’s a dirty thought that spurs me on, makes me moan around Sergei’s thrusting cock.

“Ofelia.” He says my name with such intensity, with such need. “Ofelia!”

He’s going to come. I’m struck by the urge to beg him to come on my face or to give me the fabled pearl necklace but I don’t. I’m too shy for such a kinky request. “Come on my face!” is probably a bit too much for a first encounter.

Sergei stiffens and shoves his dick deep inside my mouth. It pulses and shoots its load, missing my taste buds as it splashes the back of my throat. I do my fellow cocksuckers proud and swallow without gagging.

He pulls out slowly and falls to his knees in front of me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, Sergei draws me tight against his heaving chest and devours my mouth. His tongue searches for something as it touches the insides of my cheeks and my palate. It dawns on me that he’s tasting himself.

I’m reminded of a conversation with Jolie once about snowballing. This is the closest I’ve ever come to that particularly kinky act. It makes me shiver with the sheer dirtiness of it.

Sergei’s nimble fingers find my clit. Still kissing me, he strokes me until I come on his fingers. It’s a shockingly powerful and quick climax that leaves me shaking and clutching at him.

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sense he feels the same way. He kisses me tenderly and strokes my cheek. “Come,
lubimaya
. I make love to you.”

Sergei helps me stand and takes me hand. He leads me into the bedroom and guides me down onto the bed. He removes my shoes and tosses them over his shoulder.

After an incredibly thorough kiss, he leaves the bedroom and I wait in nervous anticipation. Walking without a hint of shame over his nudity, Sergei returns, the strip of condoms from my purse in hand. He tosses them onto the bed.

Like a prowling cat, he climbs over me. Our fingers intertwine above my head as he plants his knees on either side of me. Naked and hot, our bodies touch and slide. The pointed tips of my breasts drag along his muscled and decorated pecs. His cock smashes against my lower belly, leaving wet smudges along my skin.

Sergei kisses all of my injuries with such gentleness it brings tears to my eyes. He whispers sweet things to me in a mix of English and Russian. I want to believe the things he says. I want to believe he’ll protect me. I want to believe this isn’t going to end with the cold light of morning.

He sits back on his heels and grabs a condom. Sitting up, I take it from him and rip into the package. I grasp his steely cock and slide the contraceptive sheath into place.

There’s some primal part of me that wants to flirt with danger and allow him to spill his cum inside me. The responsible, say-no-to-STDs side of me puts the kibosh on that dangerous impulse.

I lie back on the bed and spread my legs. Sergei leans over me and claims my lips in the kind of passionate kiss that leaves my toes tingling. Ever so slowly, he enters me, his way eased by my extreme wetness. I love every delicious inch of his cock sliding into me, stretching me, filling me. When he’s fully seated, Sergei holds still. Our eyes meet and something passes between us. It’s just a brief flash of something so powerful it scares me—and then it’s gone.

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and knows just how to move to make me claw at him and beg for more. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. During foreplay, with sex toys or oral or some combination with Fox and Jolie? Sure. But straight-up boy/girl, penis-meets-vagina sex? No way.

“Come on my cock,
milaya moya
.” Sergei’s thumb works in tight circles against my clit. I clutch at his sides and dig my toes into the mattress. Oh God. Oh God! It’s so good.

“I’m going to come for you.” My voice is tinged with the desire to please him.

Tension builds in my lower belly and I’m vibrating as I approach the precipice. The competing sensations of his thrusting cock and strumming thumb make me lose control. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids. His name falls from my lips like a mantra.

“Sergei!”

His thumb skillfully draws out the orgasm for all it’s worth. Eventually he has mercy on my poor, over-stimulated body and takes away that talented digit. He doesn’t stop thrusting though, just slows his pace. He bends down and captures my mouth again. His fingers sift through my hair and he nuzzles my nose. “Hold on to me.”

With surprising finesse, Sergei rolls onto his back and somehow manages to keep me from slipping away. He grabs my hips and settles me into position atop him. I’ve always loved playing cowgirl and waste no time taking control. One hand on his belly, I sway back and forth on his cock. He plays with my breasts as I switch to a bouncing move. The sound of our bodies slapping together melds with our groans and sighs.

Sergei sits up and nibbles my breasts. His hand tangles in my hair. Chest to chest, we undulate atop the bed. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold tight to his chiseled body. His hard breaths tickle my neck as he licks and suckles his way back up to my mouth.

We’re sharing a particularly deep kiss when Sergei’s fingers tighten in my hair. I pick up on his cue and really grind my pussy against him. He grunts against my mouth and bucks against me, shoving his cock as far as it will go. While he shudders and groans, I keep snapping my hips back and forth, milking his orgasm as long as possible.

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Forehead to forehead, we cling together. He nips my lower lip and rubs my back with long, soothing strokes. I touch his face, his stubbled cheeks rasping my palms and fingertips. For the first time since I’ve known him, Sergei looks completely and utterly relaxed. There’s none of the usual wariness or distrust etched on his face. Knowing I’ve given him this sense of peace makes me feel so strong and powerful. I doubt I’ve ever had that effect on anyone.

Reluctantly we separate so Sergei can deal with the now precariously dangling, loaded condom. I take a moment in the bathroom before rejoining him in bed. I’m not quite sure what to expect and I’m surprised when he offers me the space beside him and a glass of water. I take it gratefully and slake my thirst. Sex is hard work, after all.

When we’re sufficiently hydrated, Sergei reclines against the pillows and gathers me close. Snuggling is a welcome development. He stares ahead at nothing in particular, his mind somewhere else. I decide to live in the moment and not think about the nightmare that is my current life. My fingers randomly trace the tattoos adorning his torso. “These are mafia tattoos.”

Immediately I wish I hadn’t said that. The hot sex seems to have broken my mouth filter. I start to apologize but Sergei just nods. “Yes.”

I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop myself. “Are you still…you know…involved?”

Sergei shakes his head. “That was old life. This,” he gestures around, “is new life.

No crime. No mafia.”

He grows quiet and I wonder if I’ve crossed a line I never should have approached.

Eyes still focused ahead, Sergei says, “I make mistakes in past.”

“Oh I know all about mistakes. Believe me,” I mutter unhappily.

“Not like these,” he says softly, sadly. “I do bad, bad things.”

“Murder?” I can’t believe I’ve just asked that. I mean, seriously, shut the fuck up, self!

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“No. Never.” Sergei glances down at me. “I never hurt woman either.” He inhales a long breath. “Drugs. Money laundering. Black market. Those kinds of things.”

“But that’s all in the past. You’ve obviously moved on from that life.”

“
Da
.” One side of his mouth curves up with annoyance. “But the people from that time? No.”

I think of how Fox and Jolie and Marco had all moved past our little high-school schemes. What did I do? I dragged them right back into the thick of it, mired them right in the shit. I’m no better than the people still bothering Sergei.

“I did some really bad things in high school. Gossip, lies, blackmail.”