Dirty Minds: An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

He slid his finger to my clit, delivering more greed to tornado through me.

My words rose with my panting. “How was I able to be without you for so long?”

A low growl came. He slipped his finger inside of me.

I moaned, “Oh!”

My body drowned in sensations.

I stopped caressing my nipples, and moved my hand down to his cock, needing him inside of me. My pussy ached for him.

He pushed his finger deeper, as his other hand cupped my ass.

I was all his. Never would I run away. Never stray. No one else could take my attention from him. And whatever he wanted—kids, marriage, forever—I had signed up and agreed with my blood. With my soul.

There would be no end to us. Even after the grave, I would seek him. Even when we traveled well beyond this world, I would need him near me—wherever that would be. Hell or heaven. Limbo, or a pool of silent darkness. Still our love would live on.

“Kaz,” I whimpered.

“I’m angry.” He lifted me and I moaned with joy. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

I straddled him. “What if I want you to hurt me?”

His heated gaze penetrated me more than his cock ever could. “We should be careful. You’re already injured.”

I gave him a wicked smile. “Injure me some more. Take your anger out on my body.”

“Mysh.” He grunted and thrust his cock hard into me. Next, he kissed my mouth. Harder than ever. Rough. And I loved the pain. The sting of his teeth against my lips. The crash of his tongue against mine.

I shivered as that thick long cock pushed me open. “Fuck.”

Within the warm spray of water, I rocked and moved with him, riding his cock as he raised and lowered me. He moved one of his hands under my ass and thumbed my anus.

“Oh!” I let my head fall back.

That warm water splashed over us, adding to the perfect sensations. Our moans rose in the steam. Our hips moved in perfect rhythm. All I knew were shivers of desire. They coursed through me, motivating me to rock. Electric heat sparked everywhere he touched.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” This time, his kiss was softer, but no less orgasmic-inducing. His hands remained planted on my hips. He increased the speed of his strokes.

Unable to control myself, I put my hands on his shoulders, falling and rising with his cock. “Oh, Kaz!”

“Damn you.” He nuzzled my throat and hammered into me.

Jesus!

I was breathless, no longer angle to rock with him. All I could do was take that big cock. His breath caressed me, along with the steam and warm water. My body pulsed and shook. I was close to the edge. He ground that cock into me. Hitting the right spots. Shoving me near the edge.

He whispered in Russian, “Already I want to come in you.”

I moaned back, “I’m close to exploding too.”

A ragged moan left him.

He slowed his strokes, doing his best to last longer. It made me crazy how much he was out of control.

“Oh baby.” I ran my hand up to the back of his head. My fingers twisted in his wet hair.

Kaz pulled back and watched me as he thrust. His eyes had gone dreamy and full of lust. This was the lion at his most adorable and hot. The most intimate moment. The few times he lost control.

Riding his cock, I couldn’t look away. So we gazed at each other. And it drove me even crazier.

Slowly, he moved inside me.

Kissing my lips.

He held me closer to him and rolled his hips, pressing his pelvis directly against my clit.

I moaned and dug my nails into his back, unable to help it.

He kissed me. Consumed me. Biting my lower lip and then sucking on it. And he never stopped. He continued to thrust deeper. Harder. But so deliciously slow.

And then we moved in sync, getting closer and closer.

“I love you. I fucking love you.” His words sparked the final burst of ecstasy.

I cried out, riding that cock more. Shuddering the whole time.

“Fuck, mysh.” His cock jerked in me. He buried his face in my neck and bucked hard.

“Ah!” That move pushed me into orgasm.

He raised my hips and stroked with pure skill.

I exploded. Denoted. Burst into thousands and thousands of bits. Lust vibrated through every inch of my body.

We came together.

Orgasming as one.

Moving and bucking.

Groaning in unison.

After long beautiful moments of ecstasy, he held me close to him within the shower, not letting me down.

My chest rose and fell. I tried to catch my breath. My body had gone numb. My eyes could barely remain open.

He kissed me quick and then stared at me through the steam.

“Forever.” His words stirred my soul. “For-fucking-ever.”

“Forever,” I whispered back.

Several seconds went by. We dried off in the bathroom, but didn’t put on any clothes. Instead, we both slowly climbed into bed and slept together. Entangled in each other’s limbs. Neither willing to let the other go. It was heaven being back with him.