“Oh.” A moan left me.
Thrusting in another inch, he hit me with an intense gaze. “Play with your clit.”
Happy to oblige, I twisted my fingers along the throbbing bud.
He pushed all the way inside of me.
So overcome with pleasure, I almost stopped stroking my clit.
He slipped his cock slowly in and out of me. Giving me delicious dominating thrusts.
“Oh!”
“Your pussy feels like wet, warm silk hugging me.” He slipped in and out of me in slow, seductive strokes.
“Dima.”
“Mmmhmm.”
I trembled.
He kept that delicious rhythm. “Keep rubbing your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“I love watching it.” He let go of my ankles, spread my legs out more, and lowered, placing his hands on my sides. “How could I not sneak in here, when you feel so good?”
“Oh.”
Groaning, he kissed me.
His strokes shifted. And within me erotic madness rose. We both were desperate to swim in our pleasure. We bucked our hips in the same rhythm. The bed rocked. The storm continued. Light flashed. Thunder boomed, and I moaned under his kisses.
He fucked with passionately slow caresses of his cock. He owned and dominated me. I rocked my center with him, rubbing my clit against him.
“Oh, Dima!” I moaned so loud, unable to quiet myself.
Surely, his mother’s guards heard.
Each time our bodies met, each second, I melted around him. I puddled into liquid pleasure.
He picked up the rhythm, fucking me good. Fucking me until I lost all control. I rocked and humped. I grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under me.
He shifted to pounding into me.
I cried out in pleasure.
And he stuffed me more, never ceasing with the delicious rhythm, never resting. He fucked me so hard, I swore I was losing my voice to all the moaning.
“Dima!” The orgasm hit me fast. My vision blurred. My body shivered and then ripped apart into mind-numbing pleasure.
“There we go.” He groaned and then slammed into me hard. “Fuck.”
As I came more, he shuddered too, telling me that he was riding his own orgasm.
“Rose.” He buried his face into the pillow near the curve of my neck and pounded into me. “Rose.”
And then he froze deep inside of me—his cock rammed up my pussy. A dark groan left him. His cock jerked within me and spilled out, wetting me more. “Fuck.”
For several seconds, we remained like that, locked together.
I could feel his heart pounding against my breasts.
“You always feel so good. I never want to leave.” He kissed me.
I shivered under those demanding lips, loving the way they dominated me. His tongue slipped along mine as if he hoped to fuck my mouth since he was done with my pussy.
He leaned away from my face and pulled his cock out. Remaining over me, he studied my face. “Thank you.”
“I prefer a payment for my sex.”
Laughing, he rolled over to the space next to me and lay on his back. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” I caught my breath. My breasts rose and fell fast.
“Then, I’ll give you a blank check. You pick the amount.”
“What if your bank account can’t cover the price?”
“It’ll definitely cover it.” He turned to his side and stared at me. “Test me, if you want.”
I chuckled.
He moved his hand to my face and ran his fingers down my cheek. “You were alone with my mother for a while today. How did that go?”
“Are you sure that’s the discussion you want to have while my pussy drips from you?”
“I’m making sure she didn’t scare or run you off.”
“She was nice. There was a push for us to be together, but that was it.”
“Interesting.”
“Just interesting?”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “What did you tell her?”
“That this was fast.”
“It was.”
He slipped his hand to my chin and lifted my view to him. “But. . .I wonder too.”
“Wonder what?”
“Where do you see this going, Ms. Walsh?
I widened my eyes. “We just met and had sex, although very good sex, we’re still getting to know each other.”
“Yet, I have the feeling that things should be made clear.”
“Dima, you better not start making any threats about who I can date or not.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Good.”
“Because we already know that no other man can date you.”
I moved his hand from my hair. “That is not our understanding. We’re still getting to know each other. And I still unfortunately have reservations, so I’m not off the market.”
He glared. “You’re off the market.”
“I’m not. I still have reservations.”
“What reservations?”
“The Diamond Syndicate.”
“You must accept my life. There’s no other way around it.”
“But. . .What if I can’t? What if your connection with the Syndicate scares me? What if I think your life is morally wrong?”
Sighing, he sat up. “Then, we couldn’t be together. Because I love my life with the Syndicate. And I want you in my life without changing that part of who I am.”
I rose to sitting position too and raised the sheet over my breasts. “If I accept your life, then I’ll be changing my beliefs.”