23. Valentin #2
She holds herself steady by placing her hands on my shoulder. Rotating her hips in a circular motion, her ass moves slowly up and down my cock.
She leans in for a kiss before letting go of me. Then, with her back so beautifully arched, she places her hand on the chair as her legs rise tall over my shoulders. My cock pushes further and further into her tightness.
“Take my cock like the good little girl you are,” I groan out, voice thick with need. “Take every fucking inch of it.”
Our eyes lock on each other. Our moans are in sync.
Her movement is slow and steady, her lips turning upward into a smile, and her eyes are half closed. Lexi is enjoying being in control of me. I’ll punish her for it later.
My fingers grip her waist, my orgasm rising slowly, deeper and heavier, coursing through my spine and awakening every nerve in my body.
“You look so pretty riding my cock like that.”
“Please fuck me like you want to kill me with your cock, daddy,” she chokes on her words, a humiliating flush spreads across her skin.
The pressure building breaks, and when she clenches around me, I lose all control.
“Oh, fucking Krasotka, take every drop of my cum like Daddy’s good little girl.” My orgasm crashes through me, fast and hard, Lexi’s legs beginning to tremble.
Her moans drown out my grunts as we come together, my cum spilling inside her thick and hot.
Her legs fall, and she rests her head on my chest, sweating slightly, a glistening sheen on her downy skin as I embrace her, pulling her in as tight to me as possible.
My hands cradle her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers.
“I swear you’re going to fucking kill me,” I murmur.
“I can’t think of a better way of dying,” I add with a quiet laugh.
I squeeze her cheeks, harder than needed to punish her for making me want her so fucking badly.
I lean in and kiss her, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth.
She laughs loudly and kisses me again. “Thank you for breakfast!” she says, then she hops off my lap and rushes to the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” I shout at her.
“I have to go to work, of course, and I’m late!”
I had hoped she would choose to stay with me after last night so that I could keep her safe. Yet, once again, it seems I’ve grossly underestimated her strength and independence.
“What if I tell you that you can’t go?”
“Then I’ll hate you forever!” she replies, the sound of the shower in the background.
I can’t focus on finding Petrov while also worrying about every single move Lexi makes.
Taking a deep breath, I follow her. When I enter the bathroom, she’s already in the shower, and the sight of water cascading down her naked body makes my cock twitch, and I’m ready for another round. “Sweetheart.”
She opens the glass door, peeking at me. “What’s up?”
“I think it’s best if you take the day off work,” I suggest, careful not to sound commanding. I know if she feels I’m telling her what to do with her career, this will turn into a big fight.
“I have a casino to manage,” she says, furrowing her brows.
“I know. However, with Petrov in the city, I need you to stay home where I can keep you safe.”
She tilts her head, curiosity mixed with concern. “Is Petrov in New York?”
“Yes,” I reply, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed, one leg casually draped over the other. Behind the confident fa?ade lies a man afraid of losing something that means so much to him. Her.
“How do you know that?” Her eyes narrow, filled with suspicion.
“We interrogated one of his men last night.”
She blinks rapidly, as if struggling to hold back tears. “So that’s why you were late?”
I step closer, resting my forehead against hers. “I promise I won’t let him hurt you. But for your safety, I need you to stay home today.”
She sighs, turning her head away. I gently take her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Just today, please, Krasotka.”
To my surprise, she nods. “Okay.”
I kiss the top of her head, running my hand soothingly down her wet back. “Thank you.”
“One day. Only because it feels like forever since I had a day off.” She jumps back into the shower.
Satisfied, I turn to leave. As I exit the bathroom, she calls out, “Do you have cable?”
I glance back at her. “I think so.”
“You’re not sure if you have cable?”
“I don’t watch TV.”
“If I’m going to live here, you need to buy cable.” She closes the glass door and starts humming.
“Baby, you can buy whatever you want.”
She opens the door again, a playful glint in her eyes. “So, if I want a new car, an expensive one, too?”
“I’ll call my car guy.”
She laughs. “Of course, you have a car, guy. Now get out before the water gets cold.” She scoops up a handful of water and splashes it at me, the water soaking the tile floor.
As I step into the kitchen, I spot my plate waiting for me on the counter, prepared by the chef. I grab the fork and dig in. The food is absolutely delicious, though it pales in comparison to my Krasotka I enjoyed earlier.
Just then, my phone buzzes. It’s Elise. She has a plan for my retirement and wants to meet at Andrei’s office in an hour.
I quickly toss my dish in the sink and wipe my mouth, letting my gaze rest on the rustic wooden table.
It feels good to have someone sitting at the table with me again after such a long time alone.
My home is starting to feel like home again with Lexi here.