Leonid pins me down with all that muscle mass I pretend not to notice, his stupid gorgeous face hovering above mine.
And he’s… laughing? The bastard is actually laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I try to sound threatening, but it comes out breathier than I’d like.
“Maksim…” He’s still shaking with laughter, his face inches from mine. “He played you like a cheap violin. I’d rather cut off my own balls than put my cock anywhere near that woman.”
The relief hits me first, then embarrassment. Of course Maksim would pull this shit. That sneaky little rat probably orchestrated this whole thing just to—
“Wait.” Leonid’s eyes gleam with something dangerous. “Were youjealous?”
“Please. Jealousy is only for real…couples.” I tilt my chin up defiantly, but my breath catches as his lips find that spot just below my ear.
“Is that so?” he murmurs against my skin, and damn him, he knows exactly what he’s doing. His teeth graze my neck, and I hate how my body betrays me, arching into his touch.
“For real couples, huh?” His grip tightens on my wrists. “Then explain why the thought of me with another woman makes you want to tear something apart,” Leonid murmurs, rolling his hips against mine. I feel the hard, unmistakable proof of his arousal against my thigh, and my traitorous body responds yet again, my breathing turning ragged.
I try to find a retort, but my words turn to dust as he shifts again, this time thrusting against my core. “Tell me again,” he growls into my throat, his lips searing my skin, “how you don’t care who I fuck.”
“I don’t care,” I snarl back, but my words lack conviction, the power of his presence overwhelming my senses. “Fuck whoever you want. I don’t give a shit.”
But Leonid’s smirk deepens, and he shifts again, grinding harder against my core. “Oh, I will fuck who I want,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my neck. “And right now, that’s you.”
The pressure of his body, the heat of his breath—it’s too much and not enough. I’m going to kill him for making me feel this way. Right after I let him do whatever he wants to me.
Still pinning my hands to the sofa, Leonid’s fingers push my panties to the side, his skilled digits finding their mark. Myclit pulses under his touch, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Fuck,krasotka,” he grunts, “You’re a wet mess. You’re fucking aching for it. For my fingers, my cock.”
I bite down on my lip, my hips betray me, rocking against his hand like a bitch in heat.
I moan, my body arching toward him, wanting more, wanting it all.
“Tell me…krasotka.” He is circling my swollen clit with his thumb. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want… I need…” I stammer. “Please, fuck, make me cum.” Leonid plunges his fingers into me, rough and relentless, filling me to the brink. My pussy is drenched, a clear sign of how much I crave him.
“Yes… Oh God, yes.” My body is on fire, every nerve-ending sparking with pleasure as Leonid’s fingers pump in and out of me, his thumb still circling my clit. I can feel my release building, aching to break free.
“Fuck, yes!” I scream as Leonid’s hand rips off my nightgown, and my swollen breasts spill into view. He hungrily latches onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking, biting, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His other hand relentlessly pumps in and out of me, his fingers finding every sweet spot inside me. And the sound… a wet, sticky symphony filling the room as our bodies collide and merge together. With his powerful legs, he spreads mine further apart.
“Fuuuuck!” I moan louder as he intensifies his assault on my body. “I want you to fuck me.”
He grunts in response and picks up the pace, driving me toward the edge with every thrust of his fingers. I can feel myself getting closer and closer until, finally, it’s too much, and I explode into a blinding climax.
But before I can even catch my breath, he murmurs into my ear, “We don’t have time.” In one swift move, Leonid flips me over and rips off my panties. I lean against the smooth leather sofa.
“What?” I manage to gasp out before he unzips his pants. “Time… for what?”
He ignores me and positions himself at my dripping entrance, and plunges deep inside of me. He grips my hair tightly with one hand while the other holds onto my hips, controlling every movement and thrust. Each powerful stroke brings me closer to the edge until I am completely lost in a haze of pleasure.
My mind is reeling with confusion and ecstasy as he takes full control of my body. He reaches down to pinch and tease one of my nipples while his other hand glides down to circle and flick at my swollen clit. I am so wet, so consumed by pleasure that I can’t even remember my own name.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer. But just before I can reach my peak, Leonid slaps my left cheek hard, adding a new layer of sensation that pushes me over the edge.
Leonid growls, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rides out my orgasm.
“Suka blyad’,”he mutters, spitting out a string of Russian that I’m too lost in ecstasy to understand.
