Page 36 of Lethal Abduction

Slipping off the seat, she drops her mouth to my cock.

The world spins. It’s all I can do to hang on to the steering wheel.

“You’re so fucking huge,” she murmurs around my shaft. “God, I love this, Dimitry.” Her mouth sinks onto me, her tongue lashing the head of my cock, and I grip the steering wheel, forcing myself to keep my eyes open and on the road.

“Christ, Abby,” I say through gritted teeth. There’s still five kilometers until we reach her place.

I know I should stop her. There’s nothing safe about this at all.

And there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to.

My hand drops to her hair, pulling it free of the messy bun atop her head, twining through the long blonde strands as she sucks and licks me until I’m so close to blowing in her mouth that I’m seeing stars.

I pull against the curb outside her apartment, only just managing to not climb the sidewalk, and she lifts her head.

“No,” she mumbles, searching for my cock again. “You’re so close—”

“Come here.” Lifting her up, I plant her across my lap, tearing her T-shirt off and wrapping my mouth around one pink nipple, my shaft pulsing against her clit.

Abby’s knees spread wide as she lifts her hips up. “Oh,” she gasps as I suck first one breast then the other, sliding my cock along her glistening folds. “I want you inside me.”

“Soon.” I grip the tight globes of her ass, holding her steady as I press the head of my cock against her clit. “I want to feel you.” I rotate her against me, savoring the moment before I get inside her quivering body. Her hips jerk against me more urgently, her head going back and her hands in my hair as she pushes my face against her nipples, her clit rubbing back and forth over the head of my cock.

“I can’t wait,” she gasps, her movements becoming more urgent. “Please, Dimitry.”

I lift her by the ass and settle her over the tip of my cock. Her eyes fly open and she stares down at me, her hands inside my shirt, resting on my shoulders. “Fuck me, Dimitry,” she whispers, fingers curling against my skin, her eyes glazed. “Now.”

But there’s no need to beg, because I’m fucking done waiting.

I surge up as she plunges downward, and suddenly we’rethere, right in the magic, my cock sinking inside her like she was made for me, so impossibly hot, wet, and tight that for a moment I think I’m going to blow straight away.

When I’m fully inside her she stops and lowers her mouth to mine.

It’s this,I think hazily, the kiss going on and on as my cock swells even more inside her.It’s the stillness in the storm.I’ve never known it like this, the acute awareness of every tiny movement, of every inch of her skin against mine. She moves slightly and groans into my mouth, rocking against me, spreading her knees even wider. I kiss her harder, my thumb slipping between us, leaping inside her as I feel the swollen bud throbbing under my touch.

She starts to move in earnest, rocking back and forth, the head of my cock rubbing against some ribbed part of her that drives me fucking insane, every time.

“Oh, fuck.” Her head goes back, her fingers digging into my shoulders, the rosy color spreading over her breasts the signal that she’s about to go over the edge. “Fuck, Dimitry.”

I put my mouth against her ear. “Do you know how wet and swollen you are?” My voice is a harsh rasp that seems like it comes from someone else. “Do you know how fucking amazing you feel on my cock, Abby?”

She cries out, her movements becoming more urgent, and I wrap my arms around her as she grinds her clit against me. “I know how close you are,” I growl. “I can feel you.”

She moans. I spread her thighs impossibly wide and put my mouth to her ear again. “Come for me, Abby.”

“Oooooohhhh!” She explodes around me, thrashing like a mad thing, her spasms like a thousand fronds wrapping around my cock. They trigger a wave of feeling at the base of my spine so intense I grip her hard against me, unable to even breathe as climax roars through me like a fucking freight train, pumping into her over and over.

Malaga, Spain

Present Day

I wakeup with my cock hard and aching and my soul desperately lonely.

It’s midday. Almost eight p.m. in Australia.

And there’s nothing on my phone apart from a dozen missed calls and messages from Roman.

I can’t fucking lie here another minute.

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