He slows, lips softening as they trail lower, across my chest, down to my stomach. His hands rest gently on my hips, and he pauses, pressing a tender, lingering kiss just below my navel, where my baby rests.
“You’re carrying my future,” he says. His tone is low and reverent, his breath warm against my skin. The intimacy of it catches me off guard. My heart stutters as his fingers splay protectively over my belly in a moment of softness I wasn’t expecting.
The tenderness doesn’t last—he’s back to ravenous hunger in a flash, dropping to his knees and pulling my shorts down. “Spread for me.”
I obey, legs parting as he goes for my panties next, ripping them effortlessly and tossing them onto the ground.
He leans close; his breath is hot against my slit. I’m trembling, gripping the counter for dear life. “So fucking wet for me,” he growls, his tongue flicking my clit slowly, perfectly, before giving it a gentle suck.
I moan, loud and shameless, my head tipping back as he devours me, tongue circling, then plunging into my folds. “You taste likemine.” The vibration of his voice pushes me closer to the edge.
He digs his fingers into my thighs, holding me open as he works my clit relentlessly, and I’m unraveling, my voice breaking as I beg. “Sasha… please…”
He pulls back just enough to make his demand. “Come for me. Now.”
That’s all it takes for me to shatter, my first orgasm crashing through me, my pussy pulsing as I cry out, thighs shaking against his face. He licks me through the aftershocks, my body hypersensitive and craving more.
Sasha stands, his cock straining against his slacks. I’m still reeling, my legs twitching, but I need him inside me. Heunbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, freeing that gorgeous, thick dick. I lick my lips, heat surging again.
“I need you,” I whisper. I reach forward, teasing his hardness with my fingertips.
He smirks. “You’ll get me. If you’re good.”
He lifts me higher onto the counter, spreading my legs wide. My pussy’s dripping. He positions his cock at my slick entrance, teasing my folds, then thrusts in deep, stretching my walls so perfectly, I gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans.
He pulls back and thrusts in, setting a hard rhythm. I’m so wet, he’s able to easily push into me, all the way to the hilt. I open my eyes just a bit to watch his gorgeous thickness push inside, my lips gripping him as he vanishes between my thighs. When he pulls back, his length is glistening with my juices.
He grips my hips and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, my nails raking his back through his open shirt.
“Harder,” I beg.
He obliges, pounding into me, his eyes locked onto mine. “You’re mine tonight.”
The words push me over. My second orgasm hits, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock, and I scream his name as the pleasure blinds me.
He slows for a moment, his hands sliding up my body, pausing again at my belly. His fingers trace gentle circles over the skin. I want to speak, want to say something. But I just watch him. It’s so strange seeing Sasha like this, so careful.There’s a look of fascination in his eyes, as if he can’t believe his child is growing inside me.
He flicks those dark eyes up at me, and he’s back, hunger overtaking him as he pulls out, helps me down, and spins me around, bending me over the counter, my breasts pressing against the cold marble, nipples dragging perfectly.
“Look at you, so fucking ready for me.” His hand fists my hair in that way I love, arching my back as he slides his cock into me once more, the angle deeper, hitting spots that make my toes curl.
“Fuck, Sasha, don’t stop,” I moan. “Please, please.”
“That’s right, beg for it.” His thrusts are relentless, hips slamming against my ass, his free hand reaching around to rub my clit in tight, merciless circles.
The pressure builds fast, my walls fluttering around his dick, and I’m so close. But then he slows, teasing.
“Ask me,” he commands. His voice is a low, sensual rumble. “Beg me to let you come, Gabriella.”
I’m too far gone to care about pride. “Please, Mr. Orlov, let me come.” My voice breaks as I plead. “I need it, please.”
“Good girl,” he growls again. He speeds up, his cock pounding, fingers working my clit until the third orgasm rips through me.
The climax fades, and we stay like that, his thickness still in me.Sasha pulls me up, turning me around to face him, lifting me back onto the counter. His cock is still rock-hard, glistening, and his eyes burn.
“One more time, with me,” he says.
