Chapter 14
GABBY
“God, I want you.”
Sasha’s mouth crashes into mine, a kiss so fierce, it steals my breath.
I clutch his shirt, and his grip on my waist is possessive in just the way I need. He places his hands on my thighs, parting them as he slips his fingers underneath the band of my sleeping shorts. Our breaths are fast, ragged, the air crackling with desire.
I should stop. I know I should. But my body’s screaming for him, heat pooling between my legs, my panties already soaked.
Sasha pulls back, his dark eyes blazing with hunger, reminding me of two flaming black pools of oil. “You’ve been fighting this, haven’t you?”
The question doesn’t need to be answered—we both know what it is.
“Tell me how much you want me.”
I scoff instinctively, not wanting to be so obvious about how much I need it.
“You’re so damn cocky.” I try for attitude, but my tone is breathy and raw. There’s no hiding my desire.
Sasha reaches down, placing his hand between my thighs. I moan as he touches me, grinding against him. “You’ve got sass,” he says. His fingertip drags against the contours of my lips through my shorts and panties. “But your body tells another story.”
He’s got me there. Then, like a total asshole, he takes his hand away, smirking as he does.
He slips his touch under my shirt, calloused fingers grazing my ribs. Then he cups my breast.
“Your body tells the truth,” he murmurs, thumb circling my nipple until it’s a hard, aching peak, my pussy throbbing in response.
I’m drenched, and he knows it, his other hand skimming my thigh, reaching under my shorts and teasing the edge of my panties.
“Say it,” he demands, brushing my pussy once more, feeling my wetness.
“Fuck, Sasha, I want you.” I hate how desperate I sound, but the need in me is too strong to deny.
“Good girl,” he growls. He grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. His mouth is hot on my collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
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 like mine.” 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. He unbuckles 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.
I nod and he slides into me again, slower now, my legs hooked over his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his hands roaming my hips, my tits, pinching my nipples as I moan. Our rhythm syncs, desperate and intimate, his thrusts matching my gasps.
“Come with me,” he growls, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing just right. The coil in my core snaps, my pussy clenching tight around his cock as I scream, my orgasm crashing through me.
He groans, “Fuck, yes,” and buries himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spills inside me, hot and thick, our climaxes merging. Then we collapse against each other, breathless, finally spent, tangled in the wreckage of what we’ve done, my heart pounding with the weight of it all.