Maggie
Sweet mercy, I barely know this man, but that doesn’t make any of this feel less reckless.
The way he looks at me draws me in deeper with every second, as if I get too close, I’ll never break free.
Heat rushes through me, stealing my breath, my whole body aching for him in a way that feels reckless and impossible to ignore.
With his eyes on mine and my heart pounding, I realize this is the moment everything changes between us. Neither of us is turning back now.
Alexei looks down at me, and his ice-blue eyes darken with need strong enough to make my pulse stumble all over itself.
I sink deeper into the mattress beneath that look, suddenly too aware of the thin fabric of my dress and how completely focused he is on me.
His hands move to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one at a time without taking his eyes off me, and I swear my brain short-circuits a little more with every inch of skin he reveals.
His strong shoulders lead down to a narrow waist, his body hard and defined.
Scars and faint lines mark his skin, hints that his life has never been easy, and that only makes him harder to look away from.
When he finally slips his shirt off and lets it fall to the floor, I can barely remember my own name.
A dark tattoo winds across his ribs, over his chest, and around his shoulder and arm, the black ink standing out against his skin.
My eyes trace its path, and when I look up, the way he watches me sends another wave of heat through my body.
He slides his hands under my legs and pulls me closer across the mattress, then lifts me just enough to gather my dress in his hands. The fabric drags slowly up my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. My pulse pounds everywhere. I bite my bottom lip and nod.
A low growl rumbles in his chest, so quiet I feel it more than hear it. Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me upright between his knees. My dress slides down my body and lands on the floor, leaving me in a black lace bra and panties.
Heat floods my face so quickly it almost hurts. I cross my arms over my chest before I can stop myself, feeling too exposed under his gaze.
“Well,” I mumble, trying to joke but failing, “this feels real humblin’ all of a sudden.”
He frowns a little, as if he doesn’t understand why I’m hiding. He gently takes my wrists and lowers my arms to my sides, then looks at me again, his eyes moving over me so slowly I forget to breathe.
“You’re beautiful, kotyónok,” he says quietly, like it’s the simplest truth in the world.
My chest pulls tight. “What does that mean?” I ask quietly.
He brushes his thumb gently along my hip.
“Kitten,” he says, his voice low and certain, like the name already belongs to me.
Then his fingers brush along the strap of my bra. “Take this off for me.”
My stomach flips. I pause, then reach behind my back with shaky fingers. The lace slips off my skin, then my panties, and suddenly there’s nothing left between us. The way Alexei looks at me makes my core throb. He’s completely focused, taking in every inch of me on purpose.
“Come here,” he murmurs, guiding me gently back against the mattress. His hand slides along my thigh, pushing it apart slowly while his eyes stay locked on mine. “That’s it.”
I gasp when his fingers slide between my folds, my whole body tightening at his touch. His eyes meet mine, his pupils blown wide.
“So wet for me already,” he murmurs against my skin before pressing slow kisses against my pussy, his mouth lingering there long enough to make my head fall back against the mattress.
He moves between my legs, gripping my thighs as he wraps his lips around my clit and strokes it with his tongue. My back arches at the touch, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He slides his tongue between my folds, licking, sucking, and devouring, until I feel my core tighten. He alternates between sucking my clit and fucking me with his tongue, pulling me to the edge of an orgasm.
“Alexei…” I whisper, lifting my hips as much as his grip allows. My fingers tangle in his hair as I cry out, breaking apart around his mouth. Pleasure washes over me in waves.
Before I can pull in a full breath, he leans back and unfastens his pants, pushing them down his hips before letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. My eyes go wide as he strokes his long, thick cock.
“We’re just getting started, kiska,” he growls, pressing his cock against my slick folds.
In one quick move, he pushes it all the way in. I gasp at the sudden fullness. Without giving me a chance to adjust to his thickness, he starts moving. His hands slide under me, cupping my ass and tilting it so his balls slap against me with every thrust.
I cry out softly as the pressure inside me tightens almost past bearing.
“Not yet,” he says against my ear, his voice low and firm enough to send another shiver through me. “Not until I tell you.”
My breath comes in pieces as sensation rolls through me with every movement of his body. I grip his forearms, holding on while he kisses me so deeply it leaves me dizzy. Every inch of him is overwhelming in the best way.
He pulls back just enough to move me beneath him, grabbing my ankles and placing my legs over his shoulder.
His mouth finds my breast, sucking my nipple before he nips it lightly.
The new sensation pulls a broken sound from me, and his eyes lock on mine, watching every reaction.
One hand slides along my thigh as his mouth teases my breasts.
The orgasm builds like a tsunami inside my core. “P-please, Alexei…I have to come,” I beg.
He slides his mouth from my breasts to my lips, still thrusting into me at a frantic pace.
“Yes, kiska, come for me,” he says against my lips.
He fucks me so hard he leaves me breathless. Pleasure hits me so fast my entire body arches off the bed, a broken cry escaping as the room blurs.
Pulling his cock out in one quick movement, he lowers himself over me again, his mouth finding mine in a deep, dizzying kiss.
“I need your sweet lips wrapped around me,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough enough to send chills down my spine. He holds my eyes the entire time, not demanding or assuming, just waiting for me to say yes to him.
For one shaky second, I can’t do anything except look back at him. The restraint on his face undoes me almost more than the hunger does, because Alexei could take control of this entire moment if he wanted to. Instead, he waits for me.
And Lord help me, I want to. Not because he’s pushing. Not because I feel trapped in the heat of the moment. I want to because somewhere along the way, this man got under my skin deeper than he ever should have, and right now I ache for him just as badly as he aches for me.
My hand slides into his hair, holding his eyes while I nod slowly. “Yes. I want to,” I whisper more vulnerable than usual but no less certain.
He pulls me up to sit between his legs. I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s so thick it takes both hands to hold him. I massage his length as a bead of cum forms on the tip, and I lean in to lick it off.
A low rumble vibrates in his chest as he tangles his fingers in my hair, holding my head still. I slide his cock into my mouth, inch by inch, opening my throat to take as much as I can. I love his taste on my tongue and hum in pleasure.
He moans as I stroke him with my tongue. “That’s it, just like that,” he groans, pumping himself in and out.
Releasing his cock with one hand, I cup his balls, squeezing and massaging them as he fucks my mouth.
“Yes, kotyónok,” he growls. “I love your pretty little mouth on my cock.”
He pumps faster as I stroke his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. He’s so big I end up gagging, but I don’t want him to stop. I swirl my tongue around the tip and suck before he slides it down my throat again.
“Maggie,” he grunts, “I want to fill you up with my cum.”
I grip his balls tighter and swirl my tongue faster. He thrusts harder into my mouth, his cock sliding down my throat with every movement. After two more thrusts, his hot cum shoots down my throat.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, holding my head still until he’s released every drop.
He slides his cock out of my mouth and wipes my lips with his thumb. He lifts my face and kisses me. The kiss turns deep and consuming, his tongue moving against mine and making my heart race. When he finally pulls back, my lips part on a shaky breath, already missing him.
I want him again so badly it hurts, every part of me aching for him. My pulse stutters as I look up at him through my lashes, my courage wavering just enough to make me nervous.
“I want…” My voice trails off for a second before I force myself to keep going. “I want you again.”
I lean back on my elbows, my legs parting slightly beneath his stare. The look on his face makes my stomach tighten.
“Tell me what you want, kotyónok,” he says, his voice rough.
My cheeks warm, but I hold his eyes anyway. “I want you,” I admit. “All of you.”
A slow smile touches his face as his hand slides over my hip. “Get up,” he says, his voice low.
My pulse jumps as I push myself off the bed and step toward him, close enough that my breasts brush against him. The look in his eyes makes my pussy throb.
“Turn around for me.”
I do as he says, my breath shaky as I brace my hands against the edge of the mattress.
“That’s it,” he murmurs behind me. “Spread your legs a little more.”
Desire rushes through me as I obey, every part of me aware of him watching.
“Good girl.”
The praise sends goosebumps down my arms, and before I can fully recover, his hand comes down sharply against my ass. A startled gasp slips out of me as the sharp sting spreads across my skin. The second slap pulls another helpless sound straight from my throat before I can stop it.
“Do you want more?” he asks quietly behind me.
My pulse flutters so hard it almost embarrasses me. “Y-yes,” I admit, a bit shocked by how much I want him touching me.