Page 64 of Nikola
The moment my finger brushed against her clit, a loud moan vibrated between us.
“Nikola.” Fuck, how I loved hearing my name on her lips. A breathless, needy whisper as I fingered her. I couldn’t believe she’d denied me her voice for all these years.
She was sliding her soaked pussy against my cock, making me groan. I wanted to grab her hips and sink into her, filling her to the hilt.
“Fuck, Skye, you’re close, aren’t you? So wet.” I brought my drenched fingers to her lips and she sucked them clean.
She kept pumping my shaft and I continued fingering her, our grunts and moans coming in tandem with our desperate need for release.
I strummed at her clit, faster and harder, purposely brushing the tip of my shaft against her entrance.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Pressure built higher and higher and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply while whispering her name and every obscene Russian word I could think of that promised things I had no business doing.
“Nikola—”
I shifted back to look at her. “What do you need?”
“Please,” she mouthed.
Her eyes lowered to where my glistening shaft was pressed against her. I brought my hands to her hips and her gaze returned to mine.
“Want to fuck me, baby?”
She nodded, and I didn’t need any more confirmation. I slammed her down onto my rock-hard cock, and just like that, we both exploded. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her clenching pussy strangling my cock as my cum spurted inside her.
Her hips rocked against my pelvis, milking me for all I had.
Her forehead came to rest against mine, and I wrapped my arms around her protectively, listening to her breathing as we floated back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she smelled like me.
And I knew, without a doubt, that Skye Leone had ruined me for anyone else.
I reached behind me where I knew I had a clean shirt, then wiped us both clean. I balled it up and threw it onto the floor in the back seat, turning to meet Skye’s gaze.
“We should have probably talked about protection,” I started, rubbing the back of my neck.
“I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too,” I assured her quickly. It was a benefit—or curse, some might say—of having a mother who was a doctor. She instilled that shit into me before my thirteenth birthday.
“I’m not going to share you,” she signed with a determined expression. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it exclusively.”
I smiled. “You read my mind,zayka.”
Back at my parents’ house, I walked Skye to her bedroom, then returned to my own, where I showered, put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then proceeded to pace around until the crack of dawn.
Needing to burn off whatever this odd energy was, I made my way into the gym. I fought a yawn as I pulled open the door, startling when I saw my uncle setting his program on the treadmill.
“Two days in a row with a shirt on,” was Sasha’s greeting as he started his workout. “I’m impressed.”
“It’s Skye’s doing,” I answered. His brows met his hairline, but he didn’t comment. “Is Branka still asleep?”
He shrugged, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling like he was saying a prayer. “Still shopping Black Friday deals with Tatiana and Isabella.”
“Ah.”
“I wish they would move away from that damn tradition.”
“You’re just jealous that someone else is spending time with your wife.”
