7. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
I spill myself into Sierra’s pussy with utter abandon. Not once before in my life have I fucked without a condom. I didn’t trust the women I was with not to try and baby trap me. An Orlov heir is obligated to do the right thing.
To be with this exquisite woman is a taste of freedom unlike I have ever known.
As awful as I’ve been to her—stealing her away, throwing her into a car trunk, bribing her to marry me, commanding her to fuck the way I like it—she hasn’t flinched.
She yields to me when I demand it, yet she holds her own.
Her luscious, curvy body is soft and yielding beneath mine.
She trembled when she said yes to having my baby.
Too late to refuse me. Now that she’s my wife, she belongs to me in every way.
My cock kicks to life. Already wanting her again.
She lies sideways across the bed, resplendent with her long, soft curls fanning out over the cream blanket.
Her breasts are plump and perky with dusky nipples peaked and begging for my mouth.
They quiver deliciously with each ragged breath.
I grab her ankles and flip her over, onto her stomach.
Her ass makes my dick strain to life again.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” I tell her, testing the tight pucker with the press of my thumb.
Her moan is the only sign that she heard me.
“First, you’re going to lick your cream off my cock. Move over.”
Sierra gathers her limbs clumsily and scoots aside to let me onto the bed.
I kick back the blanket and prop myself up on the pillows.
Eagerly, she palms my hardening shaft. I’m insatiable for this woman.
Her pretty little tongue darts out between full lips to wet the sticky head. “Taste yourself on me, kitten.”
Her eyes flutter closed and she moans. Her pillowy breasts press against my thigh.
I’ll hold them with both hands while I fuck her pert ass.
I’ve wanted to feel her voluptuous body on mine ever since I saw her in that red silk dress and those shoes.
I wonder what happened to them. Probably still at my house.
When we get back, I’m going to fuck her in nothing but those high heels.
She’ll need all-new clothes. I’m tempted not to buy her anything at all. Keep her in my bedroom wearing nothing at all every day for the rest of our lives. Watch her belly swell with my baby inside her. Use her body for my pleasure whenever I feel like it.
I’d never get a damn thing done again. I don’t have the luxury of letting my sexy wife parade around naked, as appealing as the idea is. I have my role to play in the Orlov business. Meetings and collections. Some of which end with bloodshed.
How will my sweet and sincere wife react when she finds out?
Besides, my family has a bad habit of barging in, and I’d hate to have to gouge out my own brothers’ eyes for looking at my wife. That’s how I feel about this woman. Possessive to the point of obsession.
I wrap her thick curls around my fist and drag her down, pushing deep into her throat.
She gags. “You can take me, kitten. That’s right.
You feel so good deep throating my cock.
Your lips are so fucking pretty wrapped around my shaft.
” I grit out these words through clenched teeth.
I could come again but I won’t, not this way.
When I reach the limit of my control I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her off me.
Sierra blinks at me in confusion. “Ride me.”
She scrambles to obey, straddling my thighs and teasing the head of my cock through her creamy folds.
I need her wet enough to take me. She sinks down, inch by inch.
Her skin flushes beneath the dusky shade of her skin.
I should have seen it when I kidnapped her—she isn’t Russian.
Her features are delicate and distinctly Hispanic.
In my haste to escape with her, I didn’t pay enough attention.
I was blinded by the gorgeous curve of her ass.
I clutch her hips as Sierra’s body undulates above mine. I palm her tits. Fucking incredible. Her velvet pussy clenches around me. The need to come again consumes me, but I’m driven by a deeper need to take her virginity in every way possible. Mark her as mine. Forever.
Untouched by anyone but me.
The thought nearly undoes me. I ease her off me. She bites her lip. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. You’re perfect, kitten. Turn around. On your knees.” She slides off me, wincing. She may be eager but she’s a virgin, and I’m pushing her hard with my big cock. She’ll be sore. I should be gentle, but she likes it rough, and I aim to please.
I stroke her dripping pussy, dragging the wetness up her slit and circling her tight puckered asshole.
A shudder courses through her. I pull more wetness from her, coating the sensitive place.
Unhurried, I kiss the rim of her ear. Nip the spot beneath the delicate lobe adorned with simple gold hoops.
“I want to fuck you in nothing but diamonds and those heels you had on when I stole you,” I murmur, palming her breasts with my free hand. Sierra twines one arm up around my neck and kisses my cheek.
“You can fuck me whenever and however you want to, Nik.”
I reward her with a soft kiss. Our tongues dance. I press the head of my weeping cock against her last virgin hole and tip my hips forward, bracing her with one palm on her sexy belly where soon, my son will grow. She whines, tensing against the intrusion.
“Bear down,” I say encouragingly. Her hair sticks to my chest. My heart beats so hard I feel my ribs rattle inside my chest. Sweat sheens my skin.
We inch forward, fraction by fraction. Her features pinch in pain and ecstasy.
With a sudden rush, my tip eases past the tight ring of muscle.
We sigh in a mutual rush. Blood rushes through our bodies so fiercely I can hear the echo of her pulse within my own chest. Tenderness fills me.
I push forward without warning, deepening the intrusion. She groans. I grasp her breasts with both hands and fuck her ass mercilessly. Sierra is lost in a deep trance. I bring one hand down to her pussy and slide three fingers into her, pumping in time with my thrusts.
“Oh, Nik,” she cries out, digging her nails into my forearm. “I’m coming. Please…I…”
I sink my teeth into her nape, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as her body clenches around mine. Her walls squeeze my fingers. Her ass tightens around my cock. My vision hazes as I come, and come, spilling everything I have into her glorious ass.
We return to our trembling, spent bodies transformed.
She is mine in every way, now, and I intend to make this last forever.
In the silence after, I pull her against my chest, brush a kiss to her temple, and then bring her hand with my sister’s ring on the fourth finger, to my lips, and kiss that, too.
“You’re mine, Sierra Orlov. Forever.”
Her gentle snore is the only response.