Page 37 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
Mikhail’s already out of the car, grabbing our bags.
A flight attendant greets us at the stairs. “Mr. and Mrs. Maksimov. Welcome aboard.”
I feel a huge smile take over my face. Mrs. Maksimov. I’m still not used to hearing it.
The inside of the jet is… ridiculous. There’s no other word for it. Leather seats, a full bar, a luxurious bedroom in the back… a freaking bedroom. On a plane. Not sure how much more my brain can absorb.
Mikhail’s watching me take it all in, his lips twitching.
“You’re enjoying this a bit too much,” I tell him with a squint.
“Seeing you realize what you married into? Yeah, I am.”
“Ass.” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest.
Misha kisses me through a laugh, and we settle into our seats. But we’re barely in the air that he moves with his ninja-like stealth. One second, I’m staring out the window, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m on a private jet,on my way to the family’s private island. And next, Mikhail’s unbuckling my seatbelt.
“What are you…”
He lifts me out of my seat and carries me to the back, toward the bedroom…
“Mikhail, we just took off…”
He doesn’t even bother answering. Just opens the door and sets me on the bed. Then he locks it behind us…
“We’re on a plane,” I say breathlessly, my heart racing. He starts kissing my neck, sending delicious shivers all over my sensitive skin, and completely ignoring my weak protests. “Misha, they’ll hear us…”
He raises his head for a second, giving me his gorgeous baby blues. “It’s our plane, baby. Our crew. Bratva rules.”
Then his mouth is on mine, his hands everywhere, and I stop worrying.
“Been waiting for this,” he growls against my lips. “Fucking you in the air.”
“That’s… very specific,” I laugh into our kiss.
“I have very specific fantasies about everywhere I want to fuck you.”
He strips me in no time, and makes his way down my body, kissing, licking, sucking, biting, grabbing handfuls of my tits and ass, squeezing, pinching, raking his short nails over my skin… driving me fucking wild. He ends between my thighs, his mouth on me.
“Mikhail…”
“Let me hear you, wife.”
He fucking devours me. Tongue, fingers, fucking teeth. And I come embarrassingly fast, crying out his name. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps going until I’m trembling, oversensitive, begging. Then he traces back his path up my body, kissing my belly reverently, kneading my breasts, sliding his thick fingersthrough my soaked pussy lips, making me moan hoarsely. He kisses me deep, wet, hard, making me taste myself on his tongue. I spread my thighs, rubbing myself over his thick hardness, still shaking from my orgasm but wanting more, always more with my man.
“Misha… baby… please…”
“My wife,” he growls, as he pushes his thick cockhead past my entrance, making me gasp and dig my nails into the muscle of his massive shoulders. I briefly think about the crescent marks I already left there… mine… all mine. Forever and always.
We fuck hard, making the bed shake, the plane humming around us. I come again. Long, deep, hard, earth-shatteringly beautiful. Mikhail follows with his cock buried deep inside me, his huge hands gripping me hard, pulling me impossibly close. Filling me. Over, and over, and over. To the very last drop. Till finally we collapse together, panting.
“Mile high club,” I giggle after a few seconds of recovery.
He rolls his eyes, his lips quirking at the corner, and pulls me into his chest.
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The island is… surreal. White-sand beaches, crystal clear water, palm trees swaying in the breeze. With a massive villa in the center of it, overlooking the ocean.
