Page 60 of Nikola
I didn’t want him to hold back with me.
Ever since I glimpsed his passion, I felt the imprints of Nikola’s touch under my skin. Maybe it was there all along, waiting for us to grow up, or maybe a switch was flipped somewhere along the way. All I knew was that it was pointless to fight this invisible force that pushed me to him.
“Who said this is all for him?” My chest heaved and my heartbeat raced in my chest as I signed.
And then he was on me, pinning me against the wall, pushing down the top of my dress. My breasts spilled out and he rubbed a thumb across my tightened nipple. I exhaled, my back arching off the wall as pleasure blazed a path to my core.
He slammed his mouth on mine for a hard, possessive kiss that nearly ripped my soul from my body. He gripped my ass with his big hands and lifted me, pressing my back against the wall. My legs hooked around his waist, the skimpy dress bunching up.
He slid his free hand into my hair and pulled my head back as he ravaged my mouth. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth, demanding, taking, and giving. We kissed so deeply, I breathed his air.
A moan bubbled in my throat when he released my strands and his hand reached between us, gripping one of my tits. He squeezed it hard and flicked his thumb over my nipple, then brushed it softly to soothe the sting.
Never breaking the kiss, I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall onto the ground. Then I grabbed his shirt and started to work on the buttons, having a hard time with my trembling fingers.
He squeezed my sensitive nipple so hard I almost released a yelp.
Desire flooding me, I lost the battle with his buttons and ripped his shirt open, smiling shyly as they scattered all around us. He didn’t seem to care though, and neither did I.
Instead, I locked my eyes on his hard, inked chest.
I’d seen Nikola shirtless many times, but it was the first time I’d let myself openly appreciate his body. He was ripped, his strong frame hard enough to be armor. And then there was the ink etched into his skin, telling a story. One of darkness. Death. Life. Love.
But I didn’t have long to admire it because his mouth took mine for another kiss, his hand squeezing my ass through my dress.
Then he started walking, stopping only when the backs of my legs felt the rough edge of a table. He ripped the white tablecloth off, throwing it carelessly on the ground, then lowered me onto my feet.
He whirled me around, then in one swift move, he unzipped my dress, leaving me in nothing but a thong and my heels. Dark lust moved through his eyes, but it was the touch of them over my body—like a caress—that had me shuddering with intensity. I knew I was right to follow my instincts and forgo a bra this morning.
“Take off your panties,” he demanded.
“Shouldn’t that be your job?”
“As you wish,zayka,” he said with a smile, then whirled me around. My thong was shredded in one single breath, my throbbing pussy exposed. He bent me over the table, my chest and stomach pressing against the cool surface of the wood, my hair flipping into my face.
Then I felt his mouth on my ass when he bit me.Hard.
I released a gasp—or was it a moan?—when he moved to my other ass cheek. This time, it was definitely a moan.
He spread my cheeks with his hands and kissed my pussy, his nose in my ass. He sucked relentlessly, making my body twitch and writhe from the unexpected pleasure. He ran his rough hands down my bare legs to my ankles before returning them back up.
I felt the growl vibrating against me, and I was fighting the imminent orgasm. Sparks burned hot as the pressure built and built.
My fingers curled, gripping the edge of the table as he pushed his tongue inside me.In and out.My eyes rolled back in my head and a drop of sweat ran down my spine as I ground myself shamelessly against his face, mindless with lust.
I looked over my shoulder to find Nikola’s big frame kneeling with his eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face. My head fell forward, my cheek pressed against the hard table as the pressure exploded.
I came so hard my thighs trembled, and I’d have slid off the table if not for the set of strong hands holding me. Screwing my eyes shut, I struggled to catch my breath as a languid sensation pulled on my muscles.
He stood up and my eyes fluttered open in time to watch his pants and boxers pool around his dress shoes.
My eyes lowered to his long, hard cock, a pulsing vein running from base to tip. He smacked me on my left ass cheek—hard—and I let out a gasp. My eyes snapped to his, full of questions.
“What?” he challenged. “You asked for it.”
“I did not.”
“You most certainly did when you went out with Kostya.” His palm met my right ass cheek this time and I gasped again. “Didn’t I tell you not to go?”
