Maria stripped off her clothes, and I whistled at how beautiful her body was. She was stacked like Natasha. The hair she wore was perfect. It was the length I assumed that Natasha had grown hers too. Maria handed me a condom, and I nodded, accepting that I was about to fuck her like she was my fiancée. I checked it for holes, not wanting to get this woman pregnant. Only one woman would have my children and that was Natasha
Finding it safe, I put it on my erect dick and then spit on it for extra lubrication. Then I entered Maria and fucked common sense into her, as if she were Natasha. When I was inside her, she gasped in relief as if she’d been waiting on me to be righthere all day. It’d been a couple days since I’d last fucked, but it felt like a lifetime when I wanted Natasha like a fein needing a hit of something with no money.
“You’ve been waiting on me all this time, keeping your pussy tight for me? Hmm?” I growled out. I smacked her ass, gripped her hips, and pulled her into each thrust.
Getting into character, Maria agreed. “Yes, baby. I’ve been waiting for yoooou.” She sang out, enjoying the way I bucked inside her.
“Fuck!” I smacked her ass again, watching her roundness bounce against me. “Take this dick, for me.”
“Yes!” Maria fucked me back–bouncing into each stroke. Making me go deeper than I was before.
I growled. “Greedy fucking girl. Take this…” I swore I saw stars when she clenched around me. “Fuck Tasha…”
Maria gasped, I moved my hands up to her neck, caging it between my hands as I pulled her back even rougher. A shiver ran through her, signaling me how much she was enjoying this.
“I... I…”
“Shut up!” I barked, not wanting to hear her voice right now.
I stared ahead, remembering the feel of Natasha's lips on mine. Kissing me back as if she didn’t expect the sparks to fly between us. She was soft, welcoming, and her tongue caressed mine as I entered her mouth. Her arms lifted to go around my neck, and she pulled me closer. Closer... Closer…
I moved faster, harder, I focused my eyes on Maria’s body and my thoughts on Natasha. Seeing her face and hearing her sweet voice was a memory that I hadn’t let go–couldn’t. When I saw her next week, I was prepared to make her my wife immediately. She was already mine. Just like now.
The tension of controlling everything—Maria, my body, my focus—only sharpened the obsession. Every gasp from her mouth became the whisper of Natasha I wanted to hear. Iwanted her to confess her feelings for me and end this torture of being without her. I knew she was going to feel even better than this, especially when I could look into her eyes and know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Closer…
My balls drew up closer to my body as my orgasm became all consuming. I slowed the pace, but deep stroked her, drawing out my pleasure.
“Shit…” I muttered. “Bout to give you all this.”
Maria’s legs shook, and I knew she was holding back her own orgasm.
“Gimme that shit.” I commanded her. “Come like a good girl. Don’t hold back, baby. Give… it… to… me…” I kept up the pace, deep, long, and hard.
The echo of how good this was to both of us echoed in the room. The unmistakable sounds of skin slapping skin, and her desperate cries were loud, and I didn’t give a fuck.
“I said…” I tightened my hands around her throat and she came hard, gripping me like a vice. “Aaaaaagh!” I grunted out as I came.
When I was finished, she fell to her knees immediately and licked me. She inched the condom off, and I looked down at the top of her head as she cleaned me. Milking the last of my cum from my dick.
“Yeah, good girl.” I sighed, feeling good. “Gimme a minute and then I want your mouth on me.”
Maria released me, and I stumbled to the bed to catch my breath. Fuck.
Georgi had done her job. The warden had done hers. And I had not once wavered from the only thing I had ever wanted.
One week, and I’d leave this place. I would finally take what I had promised all those years ago. My fiancée.
Natasha
Ialways hated dinners at the Volkov estate. They were too formal, too quiet, too heavy with expectations I’d never agreed to carry. But Cori, my best friend and the head of this family now, insisted I come tonight, said it was “important,” which usually meant someone needed something from me. That was my life in a nutshell, doing favors for people who assumed I owed them one.
I parked outside the estate, staring up at the sprawling mansion like it was a living thing watching me. I hadn’t been here in a while. Even when I did it was a quick in and out. I hadn’t stayed for longer than a few minutes in years. Not since... I swallowed, trying not to let the sensations overwhelm me now. Not since Dmitri had kissed me.
God. Even thinking about it made my skin heat. I’d spent seven years trying to pretend that moment hadn’t mattered, that it wasn’t seared into my memory with embarrassing clarity. The shock of it. The fire of it. Then, him slipping that ring onto myfinger like he owned me, like the world belonged to him and I was part of the spoils. He’d crushed my hopes and dreams of some sweet man coming along and sweeping me off my feet. No, instead, I had the bad boy of the Volkov lineage barging into my personal space and declaring that I was to be his damn wife.
I’d laughed it off. What else was I supposed to do? He was getting hauled off to prison for a crime his brother committed. It felt like a cruel joke of some twisted proposal meant to lighten the worst night of his life. His saving grace. Something for him to hold on to and masturbate at night with. Or maybe he wanted to do something right, and his declaration to get married was it. Either way, he’d have to do much better than “you’re mine” to get me onboard with his sorry ass plan. What was it with Russian men who thought that they could demand something and it would happen at the snap of their fingers. No, sir. Try somebody who wants absolutely no romance and to have to spend their lonely days shopping and going to day spas. I wasn’t that woman. Not at all.
