“Do I need to suit up for this?” I ask, stroking myself as I approach the bed.
A moment later, I get my answer from the darkness. “Nyet.”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, even as alarm bells go off in my head. If Hailey has been isolated from everyone, she’s not on the pill. And if Stepanov doesn’t care whether or not she gets pregnant…there’s a chance he thinks she’s expendable. He might have said she has some value, but I don’t trust this man. Not as far as I can fucking throw him. The outrage makes me even more desperate to touch Hailey, to be inside her. Connected. I’m aching to tell her I will care for her when she conceives. That I will cherish the child we make together, whether it happens tonight or next year. “I can’t wait any more. Get your panties off.”
She must catch the note of intensity in my voice, because she blinks, pausing a moment before working her underwear down to her knees. Jesus, there isn’t a hope in hell of me going slow now, even if it was possible. The sight of her bare pussy sends a rope of precome shooting from my cock, eliciting more laugher from the darkness. Like I can focus on that. Like I can concentrate on anything but the beautiful girl waiting to be debauched on the bed.
“I, uh…” Shit, I’m losing it. I’m tripping over my words, breathing like a marathon runner. Pull it together, Mick.
But I can’t. I’m a goner. Hailey twists a strand of hair around her finger, a totally unconscious move and I’m moving without realizing it, pouncing on her like a bear traps its prey. We land on the bed and she opens her thighs, I want to kiss her. I want to lick her pussy, but I can do none of that. I’m not even sure my current mindset would allow for affection. I’m so hot to fuck and come right now, there is nothing in the world but my cock and Hailey’s pussy. I want to bang her brains out. There’s no help for it. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, beneath me in a mind-blowing package. I can’t resist anymore. I’ve reached the end of my rope.
I look down at Hailey to find her watching me with something close to adoration and trust. Not good. Can’t have that. I drop my face to the crook of her neck. “Fight me, Goldie,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, baby. You have to fight me a little.”
I’m guiding my cock to her entrance when understanding dawns on her face. Thank God. “No…” Her tits shudder up and down, her hand lifting to push at my shoulders. “You can’t. Please. It’s too big.”
Jesus. Is she acting? Her protests seem so real. Or maybe my mind is fucking with me. There’s no choice but to keep going now. No choice. No fucking choice with this sweet cunt spread open—and I don’t give a fuck if daddy is watching, I’ve got a pressure like I’ve never known gripping me by the throat, the balls. She’s the only one who’s ever got to me like this, and if I don’t join myself with Hailey soon, I’m going to burn the world down.
“You don’t get a choice,” I growl against her mouth. “You do what your told.”
“No!”
I ram my cock inside Hailey, feeling the gentle rip of her virginity on the way in—and that’s the last gentle thing about tonight. She screams into my shoulder, a sound that punctures my heart. I’m a monster after that nonetheless. I don’t know what happens to me, but my mind is not in control. I’ve got just enough instinct left to keep Stepanov in my periphery, in the rare event he’s clocked me as law enforcement and decides to catch me off guard. Beyond that, I’m a mindless beast with one goal—to claw his way out of the lust that’s taken control.
“Goddamn. I owe your daddy one, brat.” I rear back and thrust deep, deep into the snug, wet hole between her thighs. “You can’t buy pussy like this. It’s kept locked up until it’s ripe…and after that, most daddies don’t like to share.”
Hailey bats at my shoulder, her heels digging into the small of my back. To keep me deep or push me away? Fuck, I’m too far gone to tell. My hips are rolling and grinding into the hottest, tightest flesh I’ve ever known and it’s too perfect to stop. The base of my spine has a kung fu grip around it, the breath trapped in my lungs. Vaguely in the distance, through the pound of the headboard against the wall and Hailey’s whimpers, I hear a low curse in Russian.
This is wrong.
This is wrong, but there’s no stopping.
I’m snarling down at the girl I only want to cherish and it’s like I’m seeing her through the eyes of an animal. Her cunt is locked around me and—Jesus, it’s clenching up in that feminine pattern as old as time. I’m all but assaulting her, my self-control completely out the window. My cock buries itself inside her over and over at a punishing pace, the bed springs protesting beneath us…and she’s going to have an orgasm. I don’t believe it, even though I should have seen it coming. She responds to my touch, no matter how light or how harsh. Because she’s mine.