13. Mia
MIA
My eyes snap open on a moan. Sleepiness holds on tight, wondering if I’m dreaming or if I’m in reality. I look down through blurry vision, wondering what’s happening.
I reach between my legs, my fingers finding a thick head of hair. Peeking down, Alek’s dark green eyes peer up at me, his pupils blown with need.
“Alek,” I whisper his name on a sleepy exhale. “I’d love to wake up like this every day.” I arch my back when his mouth latches onto my clit, the slight tug reminding me that I just woke up and need to use the restroom. “Alek.” I tug on the roots of his hair to get him to stop. “Alek”
The harder I tug, the more force he uses to stay between my legs. God, he feels good. Too good. I don’t want him to stop but he has to.
“Alek.”
He kisses my pussy with his swollen lips and smirks. “Yes, Lyubimaya? Can I ask why you’re interrupting my breakfast?”
“I need to use the restroom.”
He spreads my legs wider. “And?”
I lift onto my elbows, horrified. “And I don’t trust myself not to lose control of my bladder, Alek.” My cheeks blush, heat blistering either side. I can’t believe he doesn’t care.
“You’ll control it and you’re more sensitive when you have to use the restroom. Lie back.”
“Alek.”
“Do you trust me?”
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t trust him more than I trust Ivan, and yet, I do. I trust him with my life. So I nod, lying back like he wants me to. I’d do anything he asked. Everything. I belong to him.
“Good girl,” he praises.
Ivan used to use that phrase and I thought I’d hate it for the rest of my life. He only used ‘good girl’ when I would he would scare me into submission, and I thought I’d carry that fear with me everywhere.
When Alek says it, he means it. He isn’t using the words against me, and he isn’t giving me false hope. He isn’t using it as a tactic to stay in line. Alek means what he says.
He truly believes I’m a good girl and he wants me to feel that way.
I do, but only with him.
“I’m going to take good care of you, Lyubimaya. Let me eat my breakfast.”
I giggle, the sound turning into a moan as I tilt my head back on the pillow when his mouth meets my pussy again. My hands rub up and down my toro, needing an extra sensation. My fingers skim along my sides, awakening my nerve-endings from their slumber.
Slowly, my body is rid of the dreams and night, and comes to life for the day. My nipples tighten, still store and raw from the attention he gave them last night. I gently pinch them, the slight ache giving me what I was craving.
Alek’s tongue flatten’s against my pussy lips, licking up and down before delving into my sore hole. He groans against me, his muscular shoulders too wide to fit between my legs.
His strong muscles flex and tense, rolling and strengthening with every move he makes. He lifts my legs onto his shoulders, and I tighten my thighs around his neck, forcing his face deeper between my thighs.
He growls in approval.
I love it when he makes that sound. The baritone slithers up my spine, promising me something wicked.
“Fuck, you taste even better with me inside you.”
Oh my god. I forgot.
Neither of us have showered since last night and his come is still inside me.
“Alek! No. We have to stop. Let’s shower first.”
He pins my wrists on either side of me, glaring at me from below. “Absolutely not. I love knowing I’ve been inside you. That I’m the only one who has been inside you. I love to taste my claim, Lyubimaya.”
He makes of show of locking gazes with me, his pink tongue licking up to my clit. I inhale a sharp breath, watching the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’m sure Alek will show me more as we spend more time together. I don’t know what else he could possibly show me, but I’m ready to learn.
I’m ready to feel and experience the life I was promised and never got.
I’m ready to lose myself in Aleksandr Bykov.
All I hope is that he keeps me there, inside his heart and mind so no one evil can ever find me again.
I’m not strong or brave enough to make it on my own. I know who I am. Sheltered and naive, born to be a pretty thing on a man’s arm. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But with Alek I’m more.
And I’ve never felt that before.
Being more.
Alek’s rough palms skim the inside of my thighs, each scratch of his callouses add to the sensations he is giving me, stacking every pleasurable motion he does higher and higher until desire explodes from me.
The tip of his tongue swirls around my clit, his lips wrapping around the nerves to suck it between his teeth.
I arch my back and cry out, my hands slapping onto the mattress, gripping the sheets, twisting them in my palms. I want to rip them from how good he is making me feel.
“Alek,” I whimper for him, wanting him closer, needing his skin against mine. “Alek, I need you.”
“You have me.” He kisses my inner thigh, then a sly smirk tilts his mouth to the left.
Grabbing my leg, he flips me onto my stomach, and crawls over me. His tongue finds my lower back and he licks up my spine. The sheen of saliva left in his wake and the air conditioning blowing through the vents has a chill sweeping over me even though I’m hot.
He kisses the back of my neck, his cock lying between the crease of each cheek. “Are you too sore?” He nibbles on the shell of my ear. “Cause I’m fucking dying for you, Mia.” His Russian accent becomes thicker, his breaths warm and quick against my skin.
I am sore, but I’ll never say no to feeling him.
For all I know, our time here at the cabin will run out.
We can’t stay her forever and spending forever with him hangs in the air.
I have to have him while I can. I have to experience his body against mine before I have to go the rest of my life without touching his chest or feeling the give of his lips against mine.
“A little, but I don’t care. I need you, Alek.” His hand fists my hair by the root and turns my head. “I need you so much I can barely breathe.”
His brows pinch together in thought as if he is in pain. Alek in the next second swoops down, pressing out bodies together, even taking my lips in a searing kiss.
I’m flat on my stomach yet I can feel him adjust, reaching down between us to guide his cock in.
I grip the edge of the mattress for support, my lips parting on a soft gasp as I press my forehead against the bed. His cock drives inside me. He isn’t careful. Not like he was last night.
“Mia,” he moans down my throat, his tongue plunging into my mouth to deepen the kiss.
“I can’t get over how good you feel, how perfect you are, how this pussy was made for me.
I fucking knew it. I fucking knew you were meant to be mine.
” He grabs onto my hip and curls into me, his girth stretching me wide with every stroke.
“Just look at you.” He sits up and all I have is what I can see when I look over my shoulder.
“I don’t think any man has ever had the view that I have because no other man has ever had someone so beautiful and perfect beneath them.
” Those traveling palms slip across my backside, gripping the flesh hard and unforgiving.
It hurts in the best way because I know he’d never actually hurt me.
“I can’t believe my eyes. I love how my cock looks driving in and out of you. I wish you could see what I do. Actually—” He slips from me, and I cry out in protest, missing how full I felt. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m not going far.”
He’s right. He grabs something from the nightstand before he’s back behind me. This time, he inches into me slow and steady.
“Da, just like that. Fuck,” he moans at the same time I do as he fills me.
I can’t even comprehend how good he feels. He’s deeper than he was last night in this position. I claw at the bed, grasping at something anything to keep myself on the bed because I feel like I’m about to have an out of body experience.
His chest is on my back again and his mouth is against my cheek. He lifts my head up, forcing me to stare at his phone.
“Watch. Watch how good you take me. Watch how fucking perfect fit.” He nibbles on my earlobe, slowly gliding his cock in and out of me. “Do you see how fucking hard I am for you?”
I watch in a drugged haze. Drugged with lust and pleasure.
The video plays on a loop. It’s only a few seconds long but watching him fuck me has me become wetter.
It’s like we’re creating on our filthy movie, and I never want to take my eyes off the screen, yet at the same time, I have the real experience, the reality right behind me nine inches deep.
My eyes water from how full I am. It’s nearly too much. I can see why. The base of his cock is wide, the vein protruding from the bottom, and disappearing inside me with the rest of him.
I don’t know how I’m taking him, but I know I refuse not to.
“Oh god, Alek.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, the intensity building in my lower abdomen. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Stop? Never. There won’t be a day where I’m not inside you.” He bites the shell of my ear. “I’m going to have you dripping with my come every fucking second, so you always feel me, so there’s no question you belong to.”
He quickens his pace, shoving the video in my face.
“Can you blame me for being addicted to your body when I crave it from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed? Those fucking dimples at the base of your back drive me fucking insane.” His hand reaches between us, and he traces the dimples while flexing his hips, then his finger drifts up the divot of my spine.
“I’m enamored with every line that makes you.” He bends down and nibbles on the the curve of my shoulder. “And every line I will love.” The phone falls from his hands, and I watch it tumble off the bed, clattering onto the floor.
He pushes up and pins me to the bed by the back of my neck, his hand a tight necklace to keep me in my place. Our skin slaps together with every thrust.
“Oh my god,” Alek groans, pressing his forehead against my head. His whines and whimpers against me, filling me with love and want, something I have also craved.