“Nikolay, please,” she cried out, tears tracking down the side of her face, her tight little cunt pulsating around me.
“Come,” I demanded roughly. There was no way in hell I was finding my release before her, and I was damn close.
My fingers sought her clit, and I pressed down on it. She shot off, her screams muffled by my shoulder.
Sweat clung to my body as I pumped into her three more times before I lost control completely.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck as I poured my seed inside her, loving the feel of the sticky mess we made between our bodies.
Her chest pushed out against me as she took in a shuddering breath.
“Fuck,” I whispered against her skin.
Did she know?
Did she know how fucking weak she made me?
Weakness got men killed in my world.
I couldn’t be goddamn weak, especially when it came to her, because I couldn’t fucking protect her if I was a weak man, could I?
She ran her small hands up and down my back, her soft, delicate touches scorching my skin.
Bolts of electricity worked their way up and down my spine, and I didn’t do anything more than lie there, taking her in.
She let out a small sigh and wiggled beneath me. I was probably getting too heavy for her.
Without saying another word, I rolled us around, staying buried inside of her.
Her legs twitched, and I felt a small smile tugging on the corners of my lips.
“Comfortable?”
She shook her head and pouted.
I smiled, feeling relaxed for the first time since this morning.
“I might ruin the sheets,” she said quietly.
“How would you ruin the sheets? ’Cause you’re on the rag?”
She scrunched her nose in the most adorable way. “Are we really calling it ‘the rag’?”
I laughed. “Nothing wrong with that, and I don’t give a fuck if you ruin the sheets.”
“Gabriel might.”
I scowled at her. “Baby, I don’t like hearing another man’s name on your lips, but I especially don’t like it when I’m still buried inside of you.”
She rolled her eyes at that. “I’m just saying. We’re guests here. I don’t want to make a bad impression, and I really don’t want Gabriel to know I’m … you know, on the rag.”
I could laugh at the way she said the last part.
I flipped us back around, and she let out a small squeal, her legs twitching when I pulled out of her suddenly.
My cum spilled out of her tight little pussy, and I groaned, rubbing it over her opening.
“N-Nikolay?”