Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“No.” She pushed back, rubbing her ass on the length, showing me who was truly the boss.

Damn you.

I growled in desire and kept her pinned to the table. “Did you know I would be coming back no matter what?”

“No.” She slowly wiggled her hips like a cat in heat, yearning for something to hump.

“Hmmm.” I was barely holding on. “Did you know I would have gotten on my knees and begged?”

“No, Misha. Please.”

“You should have known.” I thrust back into her, dotting each word with my cock. “Time? Space? There is none with us.”

“Oh!”

I didn’t let go of the bun, loving the way her back was arched, relishing in the way those breasts bobbed in the mirror’s reflection. “I would find you. No matter where you went.”

“I wouldn’t hide,” she whimpered.

Those words set me on fire.

Her sex spasmed around my length, sucking me in deeper. Stretching tight around my cock. My body drummed in ecstasy.

Even when I was just licking her, I’d been close to spurting cum in my pants. That was the power of Ava.

Didn’t she understand?

Pressure rose and rose, brewing in the darkness like a storm and then finally thundering inside of me. Rocking my body. Taunting me toward release.

I groaned loud in desire. I couldn’t help it.

I let go of her hair and sped up, slamming into that pussy.

The vanity table rocked and banged into the wall.

The vase of roses crashed to the floor. Thank God, it hit the other side of the floor, I couldn’t stop. I had to fuck her thoroughly. Own that body. Drive deep, so deep that it hit her mind. Pierced her soul.

Rage and lust boiled inside of my core, roaring in my ears. I filled her, stroking to an erotic rhythm that she’d inspired.

“Mine,” I growled and gripped those hips, sinking deep into her and then pulling out. Over and over. Sliding and thrusting.

Like a deranged man, I screamed, “I told you forever!”

“Oh,” she moaned.

Bending Ava over more, I lowered my voice, falling down into the tunneled ecstasy of her. “I told you forever, my love.”

She panted, “Forever.”

“Damn you.” Rocking that cock into her, I leaned over and cupped her full breast into my hand. She gave me so much pleasure. She drove me insane.

Slowing down, I rolled the nipple between my fingertips. My cock stroked her insides. Sliding inch by inch. She was so delicious. I was soaked with her hot creaminess. I would burst soon in that throbbing pussy.

I wanted to pull it out and paint my semen all over that beautiful body. Have her dirtied and wet for the performance. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull out again.

She whimpered, “Oh, I’m so close!”

“You better be,” I groaned through clenched teeth. My legs burned. My abs tightened. My biceps strained. My lungs heaved trying to keep up. Still, I couldn’t stop. Worn out and exhausted, I had to possess her. All I wanted to do for the rest of my life was be inside of her.

Under the suit, I was coated with sweat. Skin fevered from desire.

I could care less.

I squeezed her nipple.

She moaned.

I moved my hand away from her breast, dipping my finger into her mouth. Needing to feel the wet softness of her. Wanting to enter her body every way possible.

She circled those hips, rocking with our rhythm.

My body was greedy for release, but still I wasn’t over with my lesson. I slid back a little and tenderly bumped at her g-spot.

“Ah!”

“You like that?” I growled.

“Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Oh, please. Don’t stop.”

I grunted. “Say my fucking name.”

“Misha!”

My need for her was frantic and insatiable. Nothing else would do. No one else could ever satisfy me. My desire scared me, but still I stumbled toward the addiction. Desperate for the feel of her. Frightened that this moment would be the last.

Never!

“You belong to me.” I dove back deep into her. “Do not ever forget that.”

In and out.

In and fucking out.

Pure pleasure.

Pure mounting dirty desire.

Her legs trembled under my strokes. Her sex clenched around my cock. She came hard, dragging me into pleasure with her.

“Oh, fuck!” The orgasm rushed through my cock. Delirious, I damn near went blind. Shattered. Broken. I sped up with frantic thrusts. “Ava!”

“Oh, Misha.”

My body violently convulsed.

Spasming into pleasureful brutality.

I groaned until my voice went hoarse. “Ava!”

Epilogue

Misha

It took an hour to leave the theater.

I’d made a mess of Ava and her dressing room. I tried to clean up. It was a sad attempt at sweeping. Ava realized that I’d never picked up a broom before, laughed, and snatched it from me. Not a complete imbecile, I was able to help with other things.

We ate after that. I ordered food to her dressing room. It worried me that she didn’t consume more than the soup and salad, but she explained that a super full stomach dragged her down during the performance.