Page 31 of Pregnant By the Russian Pakhan

Then she shattered as she began to splinter into a million pieces of gasping, writhing, passionate pleasure. Pussy juice squirted right out of her pussy into Mikhail’s waiting mouth and yet he kept licking her, taking in every drop of her pleasure until the whole world slowly righted itself and stopped spinning.

As she drifted slowly back to earth, Mikhail positioned his thick penis at her entrance and sank into her. Mira moaned and spread her legs wider, enjoying the aftershocks caused by that heavy invasion right on the heels of the orgasm she’d just had.

“You’re so tight, and so fucking wet,” he moaned as he began to move experimentally, stroking in and out of her, in and out, in and out, until finally, he was buried in her to the hilt. His dick was so fat and long that it stretched her to the limit, as far as she thought she could go.

Sweat stood out on Mikhail’s forehead in stark relief, as though the efforts of not shoving into her in one thrust had cost him dearly. She held onto his forearms, striving for control too, because he filled her so completely that every part of her pussy felt sensitized.

As soon as he was buried in her to the hilt, he seemed to lose all control. He threw back his head as his hips jackhammered, thrusting into her again and again and again with a hungry urgency that matched his thrusts.

This wasn’t lovemaking, Mira thought, groaning in pleasure. This was raw fucking, pure and simple; and it was just what she needed. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his dick in frantic ecstasy as he thrust into her.

Then there was no more time for rational thoughts; he was moving in and out of her repeatedly, his hips hammering away at her pussy as he drove them both closer and closer to the edge. His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her skin as he fucked her so thoroughly that every cell in her body vibrated with need.

One large hand covered her right breast, kneading and squeezing as he fucked her while the other hand descended to softly stroke her clit. Unthinkingly, Mira lifted her legs above her head, dislodging the hand at her breast but giving him better access. Mikhail angled himself a bit higher, repositioning one of his hands, and began to thrust into her, going impossibly deeper and impossibly faster.

Pleasure built again, in a wild, almost uncontrollable avalanche. Using her hands, Mira spread her legs wider even though they were already up and above her head.

Mikhail gave a grunt of masculine approval, going deeper still and faster, burying himself in her to the hilt. Finally, he stopped thrusting, dragged her to her knees, and positioned her to lean against the headboard of the bed. He spread her legs wide and entered her from behind. This time both his hands clutched her breasts as he dragged her backward against him.

He dipped one hand in front of her and began to caress her clitoris as he fucked her harder and harder, his grunts of pleasure mingling with her moans. His fat length glided easily in and out, eased by her incredible wetness and his.

The sensation from every bit of flesh was so much that she could barely control herself anymore. With a loud shout, Mira came noisily, screaming as she clenched and unclenched around Mikhail’s long, thick dick. Unbidden, her hips twisted in tight small circles as she came, effectively changing the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Her pleasure forced his to the peak and he also began to groan her name in a hoarse, guttural tone as he poured his seed into her wet, tight, waiting pussy, shuddering as his powerful control broke into a million pieces.

Her hips continued to rotate and twist helplessly, in response to the aftershocks of keening pleasure. More pleasure began to build again, and unbidden, she began to twist and undulate her waist, moaning hungrily.

Her motions triggered Mikhail again, and he cursed as he began to thrust again, going harder and faster. His thrusts pressed him against her G-spot and she moaned as pleasure streaked through her. Then he was coming again, pouring more of his seed deep into her wet, willing pussy.

They both collapsed onto the bed, spent and deliciously exhausted.

He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Mikhail’s mouth sought her nipple and closed around it, sucking lazily as she began to drift off to sleep. One large hand made its way to her pussy and began to lazily flick against her clit again.

Mira popped open one eye as she looked up at him. “Don’t get me all started up unless you have the energy to go again.”

He chuckled. “I can go as many times as you need me to, baby. The only thing is, I’ve come twice in quick succession. If we go again, I might not come for the next hour.”

Mira was impressed. “Is that so? You really do last a long time in bed, don’t you?”

He chuckled but said nothing.

“Oh, don’t be modest,” she chided, leaning up on one elbow. “Tell me.”

He shrugged. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

Just like that, a memory of Alena’s parting shot rang in Mira’s mind, and her enjoyment of their fucking began to recede.

She frowned at him. “Was that it? Were you thinking of Alena just now?”

He frowned, looking completely amazed. “What?”

“Admit it,” she ordered, yanking herself out of his arms and jerking out of the bed. “You were with me and thinking of her, weren’t you? Just like she said.”

“For goodness’ sake, Mira, you’re going off on a wild tangent. You just asked me if—”

“Yes, if you could last long in bed, I didn’t ask you to invite her into bed with us,” she cried. “She was right, wasn’t she? All the while you were making love to me, you were thinking of her, right?”

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