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But then Mikhail dipped his head between her thighs and the little she’d thought she knew about pleasure fled from her mind.

He began to lick and stroke and kiss her pussy with his lips and tongue. Mira clutched at his head, her legs falling impossibly wider as she undulated beneath his lips and mouth.

Chapter 7 - Mira

Mira’s mind could not form a clear thought. Mikhail’s hands were busy stroking, caressing, and molding her soft skin. Her legs were shaking with the effort of controlling her feelings and reactions, to no avail. Before she could quite guess what was about to happen to her, sensation shot through her in a kaleidoscope of colors. Her body tightened, arching higher and higher and higher until she came in a hot, pulsating shower of wave after wave of crashing pleasure.

Then he lifted his head, eyes shining with masculine triumph. “I have to have you now,” he murmured.

His hands tore urgently at his fly, freeing his penis. The fat, long, jutting piece of flesh was so incredibly erotic, masculine, and foreign that Mira’s lips formed a soft O of appreciation and awe as she looked at it.

Mikhail evidently misunderstood the expression on her face because he bent to kiss her cheek. “Maybe later, sweetie. I’ll let you suck and play with it all you want later. I swear if you so much as suck me right now, I’m coming in your mouth. You’ve got me shaky and in a serious sweat, baby girl,” he finished.

Mira felt a little drowsy from the force of her orgasm, and as she looked at Mikhail, she realized he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She held out her hands to him in mute encouragement. He came down to her at once, covering her smaller frame with his large body as he positioned his dick at the entrance of her pussy.

He stroked her entrance with his dick, spreading the warmth and moisture until she was almost out of her mind with need. She wasn’t even sure what she needed. All she knew was that she wanted…something only he could give her right now.

His eyes met hers as he thrust forward and entered her in one quick, powerful thrust.

Mira screamed as unexpected pain flashed through her. Mikhail cursed rapidly and made to pull out, his face stark with shock at seeing her reaction and pairing it with how tight she was. Mira grabbed him with both hands and instinctively wrapped her legs around him.

“No. Don’t stop,” she cried.

With a groan of helplessness, he grabbed her and held her closer as he began to move inside of her. He was so huge, filling her completely.

Mira clung to his forearms which were on either side of her to support his weight. He was a master at transporting her to heights she’d never even suspected existed, as he entered her again and again, sheathing himself to the hilt with each thrust.

His fat penis glided easily in and out of her and she urged him on with ragged cries while twisting her hips helplessly in response to his quick rhythm.

His large hands grasped her breasts as he thrust into her again and again and again. Mira groaned with pleasure, her hips grinding against him as the wet, slurping sound of their lovemaking sounded as loud as cannon shots in her ears. Her eyes were trained almost frantically on the streets as she waited for people passing to notice something was amiss, but that hint of danger only served to heighten her desire.

He was so incredibly huge that he stretched her to the utmost. But, it was pleasurable not painful, because Mira was so unbelievably wet that his thrusts were smooth as he glided in and out of her.

Waves of ecstasy enveloped her, and her cries of pleasure mingled with his harsh grunts as they both drank their fill of each other.

Without warning, Mikhail lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and increased the tempo of his thrusts, riding her hard. The shift in position heightened the sensation and before she knew what to expect, she was pulsing, clenching and unclenching around him as her body found release yet again.

The force of her fulfillment forced his own and he threw back his head with a loud guttural sound as he thrust one last time into her, spilling his seed deep into her wet, waiting pussy in rapid successive spurts.

Mira drifted back to earth slowly. She was pressed against Mikhail’s side and one of his thumbs was lazily flicking against her nipple.

She pressed a small kiss to his cheek, reveling in the feel of his warm, naked body pressed against hers. Then she realized what she was thinking. She, who had always hated to be touched in any way, was actually enjoying a man’s touch?

He’s different, she thought to herself.

She didn’t realize she had muttered the thought under her breath until Mikhail looked at her in question. But she shook her head and pressed against him, enjoying the intimacy of the cuddle.

His deep voice reverberated in the cozy space of the limousine as he demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

She bit her lip, unsure how to answer. Then she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I’m not sure why I didn’t. Maybe because I felt you wouldn’t have believed me?”

He frowned.

She shook her head. “What virgin goes to a club dressed as I was?”

He stroked her cheek, his eyes locked on hers. “Well, excuse me for being glad you did.”

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