Chapter 26
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
GEORGIA
He doesn’t take me to his bedroom as I expected he would. He takes me to the room across the hall from this one. As he places me down on my feet, I take in the tall vaulted ceilings and dim lighting. It takes me a few moments to realize where we are. Some sort of art gallery.
Andrei pulls my back against the front of his body and whispers in my ear, “This is my special collection. As soon as I’m done fucking you, I’ll show you my favorite pieces.” His words send a jagged shiver down my spine. It seems I'm forever in a perpetual state of wanting with this man.
He pushes me down on a large chaise lounge in the middle of the room.
It’s a long, cushy bench, with plenty of room for me to spread out.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he reaches for his belt.
The slide of leather is audible in the cavernous space.
He’s quick to lose the rest of his clothes.
My eyes feast on his fully naked form, my stomach fluttering at the sight of his perfection.
Boxing must be a hell of a workout, because he is as close to a cutout of a marble statue as I’ve ever seen.
Lying on my belly, with my arms under my head, the cool white leather of the lounge only heightens my senses. Approaching me, Andrei hikes my hips upwards. I am completely open and vulnerable to his perusal.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, spreading the moisture all around. I seem to lose all thought as Andrei continues stroking me, teasing me all over my body. “Keep your hands on the bench. Don’t move a muscle.” I whimper at his forceful command. His filthy words and fingers make me lose control.
And then another sensation. Something I’ve never quite felt before.
A low moan travels up my throat, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I take in the strangely erotic sensation of little balls rubbing over my most private parts.
“What is that?” I ask, turning my head to the side. Through tunnel vision I make out a very long strand of pearls wound around one of his hands.
“Question period is over,” he says, his voice rough in my ear. “Now I just want you to feel.”
A harsh sting to my backside makes me howl. It’s the pearls. Fuck me! He rubs his hand over the area he just hit, the bite of pain soothed with his hand rubbing in little circles. Just as my body relaxes into his touch, another slap with the pearls. This one is sharp and brutal.
I cry out, but again the pain is muted by the pleasure.
This time he pulls the necklace taut between the folds of my sex, up between my ass cheeks, like the most erotic thong on the planet.
And then he rubs the balls hard between my folds, up and down, sawing in a back-and-forth motion until my brain can’t register anything else but how good this feels.
“So wet, krasotka,” he purrs, his fingers brushing over my sex.
But this tenderness is but a moment’s reprieve before his thumb and forefinger capture my clit in a brutal pinch.
I cry out, tears springing into my eyes, but his tongue soothes the pain with little licks, the pearls shoved to the side.
I don’t know up from down, pain from pleasure—the only tangible sensation that I can grab hold of is my need for release.
Andrei must sense it because he sits up and shoves three fingers into my pussy while grinding the pearls roughly into my clit.
My legs become slippery with wetness. I grit my teeth and arch into his thrusts as his fingers become more insistent, sliding in deeper, his cut body pinning me down as I writhe at his intrusion.
Just when I can’t take the sensation of his fingers stretching my tight channel, his broad crown nudges my entrance. My body zings with pleasure.
“Please,” I beg.
He flips me onto my back, his powerful frame resting between my thighs. My left leg is thrown over one of his massive shoulders. I’m spread wide for him, ready for the taking.
“Open your mouth, krasotka. You are going to take my spit and then you are going to take my cum.” I do as he says, opening my mouth to drink his spit, as he rubs the head of his cock up and down between my pussy, spreading the wetness all over.
I’m shaking for it, clutching his shoulders, begging him with the tilt of my hips.
Finally, one forceful pump and he’s fully seated inside me.
The feeling of fullness is almost too much to bear, but absolute perfection at the same time.
Eyes shut, head thrown back in ecstasy, he stills, allowing me time to adjust to his girth, the full feeling only intensified by my leg slung over his shoulder.
I’ve never felt as full as I do right now, desperate for our bodies to meld into one.
“You’ll never understand what you do to me, sweet girl.” Warmth floods my body at his words. “You’ve broken me. Do you know how weak I am for you?” An anguished grunt as he thrusts, pulling his hips back, then rocking deep inside me. Eyes glued to my own.
I want to tell him it’s like that for me too, but I bite my lip, holding the words inside.
My admission would only make everything that will come after this that much harder.
Instead, I focus on the pleasure pulsing through my body.
My back arches, my nipples chafing against his dampened chest, the intensity nearly too much to bear.
“Andrei, please…” Words are beyond me now. I’m just a bright light of need and desire.
Sweat drops from his forehead onto my breasts, and I lock my legs around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.
“I want to feel your sweet little pussy milk me so hard. Can you do that for me?”
It’s not just his words that coax my orgasm, it’s everything. How he looks at me, how he holds me. His massive body rests between my thighs, pistoning his cock inside me, from root to tip.
My head thrashes back and forth, as a scream bursts from my lungs, my body singing in sweet relief. As I shatter beneath him, he sits up and slams back inside me, pushing the backs of my knees up against my stomach, my core clenching him
“What are you doing to me?” His voice is tortured, as he stares down at the place we’re connected.
He’s slamming in and out of me at a frenzied pace, the sounds of skin slapping taking up the entire room.
Another tortured growl and then his body freezes.
Hot spurts of his cum fill me, his hips jerking as he presses his face into my neck.
It occurs to me how utterly screwed I am. I feel connected to Andrei in a way that I’ve never felt before, and I’m sure this is a one way-street to getting my heart broken.