Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse
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I went back to the bedroom. “How did the club put all of these luxury bedrooms underground?”
Misha remained in the doorway, watching me. “It took the manager five years to have it built. He was backed by many wealthy families in St Petersburg. All wanted a place to have fun, but far away from regular people’s gazes.”
I walked over to the bed and then looked at him.
“You have more questions?”
“Yes.”
He studied me. “And none deal with this place. Ask me.”
I swallowed. “When you came down here with Kazimir and his women, why didn’t you join in?”
“I’d already met you by then. No regular woman could do.”
Truth lay within his words. My emotions went raw.
Misha walked inside, shut the door behind him, and prowled toward me. “But there is one thing about that night. When I was down here, I imagined you being in one of these rooms with me.”
“And what played in your mind?”
He stopped in front of me. “The lewdest thoughts one could picture.”
I licked my lips. “Show me.”
Groaning, he captured my body. And then his mouth was on mine. He thrust his tongue, twisting all my thoughts into hot desire. I thought he would take me to the huge bed. Instead, he did something else.
In one swift move, he pinned me against the wall. “Did I tell you how alluring you look this evening?”
“Yes.”
Nipping at my lips, he yanked the bottom of my dress up and exposed the garters under it. “Naughty ballerina.”
“I came prepared.”
“Prepared to be ravished?”
“As much as possible.”
Groaning, he grabbed my waist and lifted me. “You danced for me tonight?”
“Yes.” I locked my legs around his hips. My heels slipped off my feet and fell to the floor. My gown ripped on the side. “From now on, I’ll always be dancing for you.”
He groaned, pressing against my core. His thick, hard cock pushed and teased my pussy. My panties soaked from arousal.
He wrenched the top of my gown down, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my nipples, making them stiffen.
Groaning, he traced kisses down my neck.
“Oh, Misha.” My body hummed. Horniness pulsed through every vein.
All I could do was watch as he shifted to lapping and sucking on my nipples. He tore away my panties. The silk fell to the floor, yet the garters remained intact. My legs spread further apart, as I held onto him.
He dove his hand between my thighs and toyed with my clit.
“Oh!” I shook and tried to unzip his pants.
He batted my hands. “No. Now I’m in control.”
“Give me your cock.”
“You think it’ll be that easy with me?”
I pouted. “Misha, I’ve just walked through tunnels and secret stairs and hidden lairs. Fuck me!”
He grinned.
“Now!”
He stopped playing with my pussy, raised his hand to his face, and licked the finger. “I may consider it.”
“Boy, I’m not playing with you.” I placed my hands on his pants and unzipped them.
“Boy?”
“You heard me.”
He moved my hands. In the next movement, I didn’t see his cock, but I felt it, right as he thrust hard into me.
“Oh.” Pleasure assaulted my body.
“Always in a rush.” He moved his cock in and out with precision. So thick and long. I drowned in him. In the rhythm. In the thrusts. In the strokes. My body twisted into ecstasy. Like I said earlier, sex with him was more explosive than dancing. Nothing could compare.
He kept me pinned against the wall, pumping that big, fat cock into my pussy. My breasts jiggled. My dress tore some more.
Fucking me hard, he bounced me on his thick cock. “Boy?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I moaned. “Man.”
“What?”
“Man!” My body shuddered. “Oh.”
“Ava.” Then his mouth was back on mine, searing my soul.
“You’re all I want in this life,” he whispered as I came close to orgasming. “Don’t ever end us.”
“Never.” My breathing picked up.
Darkness rode his groan. “Only me?”
“No.”
He stopped fucking me, held me mid-air, and pierced me with a murderous gaze. “Only me, Ava?”
“No, Misha.” Sweat beaded along my forehead. My body trembled. “Only us.”
He thrust back into me. “You think that was cute?”
I giggled.
“And now you think I’m funny.” He pumped harder into me, rocking my body.
“Oh. Oh.”
“But you’re right. Only us.”
Delirious, I rode the brink of release, whispering back, “Only us.”
I trembled in hot desire. I swam in it. The heart-pounding thrill of it. The over-the-top detonating arousal. I held onto his shoulders. My heartbeats increased, pounding in my chest. My body tightened. Cries of ecstasy broke from my lips.
“Misha!” My orgasm shattered my senses.
He grunted in response, slowing his strokes down and shoving deeper into me. My release continued. I held him even tighter, unable to do anything else as my hips moved out of control.
“Ava!” He came hard, hot jets of cum shot inside of me. We never took the time to open the condoms. The sexual tension had been too much.