Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

She shivered as she lay on the bed. “Misha?”

“You taste so good. I could lick you forever.”

“Absolutely not.” Giggling, she guarded her pussy with both hands. “You might break it.”

I want to break it.

My cock pointed toward her, and I wanted to bury it in her pussy.

Her thighs quivered as she reached out her hand. “Come here.”

“Oh, I’ll be there. Trust me. I’m calming myself.”

Ava slid from the bed and lowered onto the floor. Her knees sank onto the carpet. “It’s my turn to lick.”

No. I can’t leave Prague anytime soon. The funeral will definitely wait.

Coming closer, my sweet ballerina opened her warm mouth and tasted me. And she didn’t just lick, she stroked my hard length. When she sucked my cock into that lovely mouth, my legs trembled.

I groaned loud, unable to help myself. Her wet tongue circled the bulbous head. My mind fogged and then shifted to delirium. This moment was so euphoric. So utterly drowning in ecstasy. Never had I experienced this with anyone else.

“Oh, Ava.” I tenderly gripped her soft, silky hair tighter. I drove my hips forward, gently fucking that mouth. The tip bumped the back of her throat a little.

Calm down. Don’t hurt her.

I pulled back, slowing my pace.

Still, she moaned which didn’t help the matter and then she moved that lovely mouth back and forth. Over and over.

Dear God.

I hadn’t known pleasure until her. My heart boomed in my chest. I was so close. My orgasm crept through to my balls, causing them to throb. As if she knew, she caressed them with her other hand.

Yes, Ava. Yes.

I looked down at her. It was a stunning site. St. Petersburg newest and gorgeously talented prima ballerina sucking the hell out of my cock.

My gaze followed every inch of her exposed skin. Rich brown skin. Lush frame. I took my time memorizing that body. Every curve. The softness of her cheeks as they filled and let go. The way the light hit her face in an elegant glow. The thickness of her thighs.

How long had I daydreamed about this? How long had I stroked my cock in the shower, imagining a moment like this?

Oh, Ava. I will never let you go.

I burned the visual into my mind. Nothing would take this memory away.

When I couldn’t take anymore, I dragged my cock out of her mouth and jerked her small body up.

“Misha—”

“I need to be inside of you.” I spun her around, tenderly pushed her onto the bed, bent her over, and lifted up those curvy hips. Her stomach hit the mattress even as her hands fisted in the sheets. She heaved herself up and tried to glance over her shoulder at me.

“Oh, Ava.” I sank my cock into her. A deep, hard thrust. There was no holding back then, I drove. Plunged. Filled every part of her. My hands were tight bands around those hips.

“Tell me what you want, and you will have it.” I withdrew and then thrust again and again. Each stroke was deeper than the last. She tried to arch her back and move with me, but I pumped too fast. The rhythm was wild and rough. Not like the controlled lovemaking from last night. I pounded so deeply—rubbing inside of that pussy, so slick and swollen from her release.

My heartbeat thundered.

I moved one hand from her hip, slid my fingers around her body, closed around her breast, and stroked the nipple.

I exploded as she bucked against my cock forcing me to slam into her.

“Fuck, yes.” I came inside her, surging and hot with release.

“Misha.” She sagged onto the bed, as I pulled out.

“Fuck.”

She giggled. “Fuck is right.”

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed.

She rolled onto her back.

I lay comfortable on the bed, reached over, and pulled her to me.

Giggling some more, she rested her head on my chest. “Oh my God.”

“Tonight, has been perfect.”

“Good, but it’s officially morning now.”

I lifted my head and looked at the window. She was right. The sun had just begun to rise in the sky.

Her voice was soft. “This week has been perfect. . .well. . .almost perfect.”

I knew she was thinking about her friend Olesya.

Damn you, Valentina. I should choke you for making Ava sad.

“Don’t worry.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “This week will be perfect. I have a few surprises for you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but get some rest, Ava. I want to fuck you some more, before you go back to sleep.”

And then, I closed my eyes and kept my mouth shut, scared I would ruin the surprise.

She’ll love it. Bringing her grandmother here will solidify my hold on her.

Once I had Ava in my grips, I would never release her. She would be everything to me and more. Already, she’d saved me. Even now, I sank down into salvation from simply holding her in my arms.