Page 30 of Pregnant By the Russian Pakhan

She is so incredibly hot, he thought to himself for the umpteenth time as he guided her to the bed and made to leave.

But Mira clutched at him, holding him in place, and that was all the temptation a man could handle. He succumbed to her touch and buried his lips in her mouth. He began to kiss her, dipping his tongue into her mouth and stroking, kissing, tasting. One hand delved to the juncture of her thighs, teasing the soft skin of her pussy as she parted her legs for him.

“Oh, Mira, I don’t think I could take another interruption,” he groaned against her temple as his finger entered into her soft, wet pussy. “I don’t think I can bear it if you stop me again. If you’re going to stop me, sweetie, please do it now before I’m too far gone. Stop me now.”

Mira’s eyes were heavy-lidded and sleepy as she lifted her gaze to his. Sprawled this way on the white sheets, she looked like a seductress or an ancient siren in the flesh. Her red hair was splashed against the white pillows, creating its own erotic contrast, while her soft, luscious body beckoned from behind very transparent, barely-there lace.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He wanted her as he had never wanted anyone in his entire life.

“Mira, do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Mira undulated against his fingers, reaching down to press his hand deeper against the soft folds of her pussy. And he had his answer.

Chapter 19 - Mira

There was a lot to be said for having sex in a bedroom, Mira thought to herself as Mikhail began to shed his clothes, his gaze locked on hers.

The bed was queen-size, covered with feathery down bedcovers. She wanted Mikhail so badly it hurt, and she almost couldn’t believe that she was about to have him. As soon as his clothes were off his body, he came down to kiss her.

Mikhail melded his lips with hers in a tantalizing kiss that curled every last one of her toes. She clung to him shakily, her hands holding him close as he kissed her deeper and deeper. Her fingers tangled in the hair at his nape. One of his hands boldly yanked her lace roughly, and the fabric made a tearing sound as it came apart in his strong hands.

Excitement roared through her. She’d always fantasized about getting a man so turned on that he couldn’t wait to remove her clothes properly but had to tear them off instead.

“I want you,” Mikhail breathed against the soft, succulent skin of her big breasts.

Mira moaned, shutting her eyes and holding his head against her breasts as she admitted, “I want you too.”

Shyly, her hand drifted down to cup his dick. It was very hard, very thick, and very long. She could barely encircle the width of it with her small palm. He began to rock eagerly against her hand and she looked at him in wonder. His dark head was thrown back in obvious enjoyment as he rocked against her hand.

“Would you—would you want me to suck you?” Mira whispered.

His eyes popped open with almost comical alacrity. “If you want to,” he whispered.

“I want to. I just don’t know how,” she whispered.

“I keep forgetting how innocent you are,” he whispered.

He lifted himself to a kneeling position and guided her onto her stomach on the bed in front of him. He grabbed two pillows and used them to prop up her elbows, bringing her face almost level with his dick. It jutted out proudly in front of her and Mira licked her lips unconsciously as she considered his hard length.

Then she leaned forward and let her tongue flicker out to taste his dick. He tasted nice. More eagerly, she began to lick the tip, drawing groans from him. He placed one hand on her head, holding her in place as he began to rock gently against her lips.

She looked up at him in wonder, pleased to note that even though she didn’t know what the hell she was doing, he seemed to be enjoying it. His breath hissed out in reaction and he grabbed the back of her head and held her head steady as he began to thrust into her mouth.

Mira’s mouth closed around him as she sucked him harder.

Instinctively, she gently cupped the balls beneath his dick and began to caress them, occasionally letting her tongue drift downward to cover them.

He grunted once, twice, as though he was about to come, and then he gently asked her to stop.

He urged her onto her back, splayed her legs wide, and bent to kiss her soft pussy. The feel of his lips there was so foreign and unexpected that she jerked. He shushed her and calmed her down and returned his tongue to a leisurely exploration of her pussy. One finger entered her gently and began to thrust in and out of her wet pussy even as his tongue laved at her clit. His touch was electric down there as he stroked in and out and licked her, as gently as though he had all the time in the world.

Pleasure coursed through her and she moaned as she spread her legs wider, her hips beginning to pump forward of their own volition, eagerly seeking his touch, his thrusts.

With a grunt of approval, Mikhail quickened his thrusts with his finger, going deeper and faster as he continued to lick her.

“You’re so sweet,” he whispered against the soft flesh of her clit as he drank the sweet nectar of her pussy. Pleasure pooled in the lower part of her stomach and she rode the wave, thrusting into the sensation with her hips. Tendrils of pleasure coursed through her entire frame in one lightning bolt, making her arch forward with a loud cry as she thrust her fingers into his hair.

His hard, masculine hands tenderly caressed her soft, silken thighs as his moist tongue pressed against the core of her soft wetness again and again in dragging, repeated motions.

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