Page 39 of Emerald

Something terrible has happened.

His eyes look darker than ever, wild and haunted. He’s lost that look of confidence and composure.

Stranger still is the reaction this causes inside of me.

I actually feel sorry for him.

I tried to kill this man. He captured me, held me prisoner.

Then he gave me the strangest and most intense sexual experience of my life.

And now he’s making me feel something else altogether—compassion. An emotion I almost never indulge, especially not when it comes to criminals, gangsters, targets.

What’s happening to me?

We’re staring at each other with this insane tension between us. I don’t know what he’s come down for, what he wants.

But I know what I want.

In four steps I’ve crossed the room, and so has he.

We meet in the middle.

He snatches me up in his arms and I put my hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to me.

Our mouths crash together in a kiss that is hungry, desperate, full of need and desire. My lips part. His tongue comes in to find mine. I can taste him, rich and warm and distinct. His rough stubble scratches my face. His massive hands are gripping my flesh, his fingers digging into me.

I’m tearing at his clothes, ripping open his finely-tailored white dress shirt. I hear the sound of buttons popping off and rolling away across the floor. All I care about is the sight of his thick, broad chest exposed to my view once more.

My very first sight of Ivan was in the nude, but I was hardly in a position to appreciate it at the time. Now I can feast my eyes on his smooth, deeply tanned flesh: the sheets of muscle rolling tightly under his skin, the sharp cuts on either side of his abdomen, pointing down to exactly where I want to go . . .

I fumble with the button of his trousers, then yank down the zipper. I slip my hand inside and free his cock, stiff and throbbing against my palm.

I’ve been with enough men to know that the size and appearance of their package rarely correlates with their skill in bed. However, every now and then, you meet with a cock that’s so beautiful that just the sight of it is arousing.

That’s what I find now, in Ivan Petrov’s pants.

His cock is thick, smooth, perfectly proportioned. The same lovely, uniform brown as his skin, and nicely groomed. It looks so good that I do something that I almost never do.

I drop down to my knees and take him in my mouth.

His skin slides silky smooth across my tongue. His cock tastes almost as good as his lips—with the same rich, slightly salty flavor. I fill my mouth with him, my lips bobbing up and down his shaft, while I squeeze the base of his cock with my hand.

Ivan lets out a long, satisfied groan. He thrusts his hands into my hair and holds my head but allows me to dictate the pace and depth of my movement.

I run my hands up and down his thick, muscular thighs while I continue to suck his cock. I can feel him rocking his hips as the waves of pleasure start to build. I’m bringing him closer and closer to climax, my tongue dancing across the head of his cock, lapping at the ridge where the head meets the shaft, then running down the length of it once more.

His legs are trembling. He’s pulling my hair without even meaning to.

I’m willing to take him all the way, but he stops me. He wants much more than that.

With a roar of lust, he scoops me up off the ground and throws me down on the mattress in the corner. He tears off my panties, literally tears them into pieces as if they’re made of paper.

But even in his eagerness, I discover that he’s quite the egalitarian. He positions himself between my thighs to return the favor.

He licks and laps at me so aggressively with his soft, warm mouth and the rough stubble of his chin, that it’s almost more than I can take. I squirm and wiggle, but he grabs my hips and holds me tight, attacking my pussy with his mouth and even thrusting his tongue inside of me.

I start to cum. That only makes him lick harder and faster. I grip his hands where they’re locked around my hips and I explode, crying out twice as loud as I did when he used the vibrator on me.

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