Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“Will I?” I teased, keeping her hands where I wanted them. Then, I moved my fingers down to her pussy. “You’re mine now, Ava. The audience had you. The city adored you. But in my bed, you’re all mine. I do what the fuck I want.”

“But—”

I toyed with her clit, stopping her sentence.

Yes, my love. Finally.

I strummed the throbbing bud.

“Oh.” She opened her legs wider.

Yes. Give me all of you.

I added pressure, playing with her pussy over and over. Dipping my fingers inside. Her arousal wet them.

She arched up from the bed. “Oh fuck.”

“Stay down.”

“Oh.”

My cock jerked, begging me to get inside of her.

“Misha, fuck me.” Her voice went husky with desire. Pleading. “Now. Please.”

I’d almost lost her due to Fuego’s fuck up. It was good that Maxwell killed him. I might’ve done it after tonight. The more I tasted her, the more I knew I had become addicted. I was drunk off Ava. Not a little buzz, but completely intoxicated.

She stirred from my caresses to her wet pussy. Her breasts bounced. Those nipples were now hard peaks. Bobbing, pointing up, and begging for my mouth to devour them.

“You are mine.” Freeing her hands, I moved down her body, rubbing my face against that soft brown skin, loving the rich color and silky texture.

“Oh Misha, you’re mine too.” She ran her fingers through my hair and wrapped her legs around my waist as if requesting that I enter her. But the heavy swell of her breasts had captured my attention. They needed their time. I took my hand from her pussy and captured both of her breasts, tenderly squeezing them in my hands. Making the nipples jiggle in front of my mouth.

I grunted, so full of desire. Practically burning up with lust. Her sweet fragrance enveloped me.

She ran her fingers down my back, tracing the lines of muscle. Once again, she found another way to make me crazy. How could her soft caresses on my back push me to madness? But that was what it did.

I forced myself to be patient, as I traced one nipple at a time.

“Misha, please.”

“I love to hear you beg.”

“I want it.”

“What do you want, my love?”

“Your cock. I want it all inside me.”

“Are you sure?” I teased, pushing her breasts together.

“Stop playing.”

“I’m not. Consent is important.” I rubbed my face along her nipples. She stirred. The soft flesh slid along my cheeks and I couldn’t think of a better feeling.

“Give it to me, Misha. . .or I’ll take it.”

“You cannot take what is already yours, my love.” With a wicked chuckle, I gave one nipple a long lick and then sucked on it.

But she cheated by running her hands down to my cock and tugging at the tip.

Pre-cum trickled out.

Goddamn it.

I lost it, rocking my hips as she gathered the liquid and stroked my cock with those delicate hands.

Soon I was inside of her. I had no idea how it had happened. Perhaps, she’d guided my cock forward. All I knew was that with one advancing motion, I sank deep into paradise.

“Fuck, Ava.” I let go of her breasts and thrust into her some more, squeezing my ass as I got balls deep. “Damn you.”

Satisfied, my greedy ballerina moved her hands to my back.

I pulled out slowly and thrust into her hard.

“Oh.”

I slipped my cock out, leaving only the mushroom tip inside. “You could not wait?”

“No.” She gazed down at my wet cock, rammed halfway between those thighs. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh, the teasing is over.” I rammed hard into her.

“Misha!”

In and out. In and out. I fucked her hard to the rhythm of my grunts and her moans. Pumping into that soaked pussy, ready to bust inside of her. Those hard nipples rubbed against my chest. It took everything in me to not lose control and cum all over that beautiful body.

This is heaven. This is all I need.

Moving under me in perfect harmony, she gripped my back harder, crying out in pleasure. “Oh God. Don’t stop.”

“Whose pussy is this, Ava?”

Her response came out between rushed breaths. “Yours.”

I lifted her from the bed. My biceps burned. My thighs ached. I had her high above the bed, giving me the best angle possibly. I rocked my hips, pumping harder into her. “Whose is it?”

“Yours.”

“That’s fucking right,” I growled. “No one else gets this.”

I raised her up and down.

Shrieking, she bounced on my cock, taking each stroke perfectly. Every thick inch. Moving those hips, she met me. Commanding me more than I could ever dominate her. Dear God, that pussy tried to suck the orgasm out of me.

So close.

Thankfully, she cried out as an orgasm vibrated through her. That body jerked against me and I groaned.

Yes, my love. Cum for me.

I decreased the rhythm, giving her long strokes and slowly lifting her up and down on my cock. Her pussy soaked me even more.