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“Yes, like that!” I cried as he kept up the pace, rubbing me so good I had to grasp his shoulders as my knees weakened, and he chuckled again.

“Mine!” he said, and I loved the possessive gleam in his eyes as he pulled me closer, his touch becoming firmer with each stroke of my clit.

I ground against his hand as he sucked a nipple, gently pulling it deep into his mouth, and my back arched against his lips.

My sexy Russian tugged lightly on one nipple with his teeth, then the other, sending shocks of desire straight to my core.

It wasn’t long before I was gasping and murmuring his name repeatedly as his fingers stroked faster and faster. I felt his own excitement build with mine as his cock pressed against my pussy entrance.

“Miki, I need you inside me,” I begged.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I tried to sink into his erection, but he held me back.

“Come for me first, sweetheart,” he said, keeping up his now almost frantic assault on my clit, with his mouth on my tits, alternating from one nipple to the next, paying them both the same amount of attention.

My orgasm built as he quickly thrust a finger into me, then another. My channel was tight, and I felt the walls of my wet pussy clamping down on the intrusion. As I gasped, I cried out.

“I’m so close!”

My gorgeous, sexy man kissed me deeply.

God, I was so near to ecstasy, riding Miki’s fingers frantically. He reached around with his other hand and breached my back hole.

“Oh, my God!” I cried, panting.

“Come for me, sweetheart!” he commanded, his voice sounding as strained as his muscles as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, pressing his thumb against my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded.

Hell yes!

Miki was sliding his tongue in my mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers as he filled all my holes. I continued to ride him as he did so, ringing out every drop of pleasure I could, water splashing everywhere.

Finally, I collapsed limply against him, gasping for breath.

Before I could come down from my high, he removed his fingers, grabbed my hips, lined his cock up with my entrance, and in one quick thrust, he was inside me.

“Fuck!” he growled, and I felt him straining not to come.

I loved the control he had, but I wanted him to lose it, the way I lost mine. But with my body still weakened by my amazing orgasm, I couldn’t do anything but let him move me up and down on his cock.

My sexy Russian’s rhythm changed, his movements becoming jerky and less controlled. He mumbled incoherently as he thrust me down on his cock one last time before he finally released.

Panting hard, we clung to each other, unable to move.

That was so bloody amazing, I thought, when my mind could finally form a coherent thought again.

We stayed like that for a minute, and when our breathing was back to normal, we climbed out of the bath and dried each other off. Neither of us could stop smiling, touching, and kissing each other.

Miki’s cock was hardening again, but when I reached for it, he moved my hand away.

“Later, sweetheart, you need to get some rest,” he said before sweeping me into his arms.

“Who knew I would be swept off my feet by a Bratva pakhan?” I giggled.

“I did. The minute we met, and you sniffed me, then practically fell into my arms as we kissed,” he told me cockily. I cringed at the memory and shook my head.

“I can’t believe I sniffed you! Although I seem to remember you sniffed me right back, and you were the one who kissed me, Mr Sexy Lips,” I said, pouting.

“Damn right I did,” he laughed.

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