Page 15 of My Russian Roommate

“Better,” she sighs. “Was I okay?”

“You were perfect. You are perfect,” I kiss her forehead and hold her as she falls asleep.

9

AN UNWELCOME SURPRISE

LEV

Waking up with Leah lying naked in my arms is like a dream come true. I lift the covers and look down at her amazing body and smile because I know that it’s mine. Her leg moves and brushes against my already-hard member. She opens her eyes, looks up at me, and smiles.

“Good morning,” she says looking down at my swollen cock.

“It is a good morning, but I know how to make it better,” I say and pin her down on the bed. She laughs as I take her hands and pin them by her sides. “This first, then breakfast,” I say between rough nibbles on her hard nipples.

Lust fogs my brain. I can’t hear anything else except my heart hammering in my chest and her moans and mewls.

“You feel so good, little girl. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she moans.

I pull out and lie on my back, holding my hard cock in my hand.

“Climb on. I want you on top,” I growl.

She straddles my hips and lowers herself onto my shaft. I grab her thighs and force her to take my full length.

“Oh,” she moans, nails digging into my chest.

“Is it deep, baby girl?” I ask.

“Yes,” she sighs.

“Ride it, little girl. Use it to make yourself come.”

She starts tentatively rocking her hips and lifting herself on and off my cock. I look up at her bouncing tits and tight belly and grab onto her hips to help her find her rhythm. It doesn’t take long for us both to ride the wave as her pulsating inner walls milk my every drop.

As Leah finishes up in the bathroom, I start the coffee and begin preparing breakfast. I’m just about to drop the eggs in the pan when a noise outside the front door catches my attention. I peer out the peephole but no one’s there so I open the door to see further down the hall. I’m just about to close the door when I see the package resting against it. I pick it up and read the attached envelope. It’s addressed to Leah. A rush of heat envelops me as questions swarm like bees inside my head.

Who left this here? Was it another man? Who had she been in contact with so they would know she was here? Someone from the diner? A not-so-secret admirer?

“Was someone at the door?” I hear her ask from behind me.

“No, but something was at the door.” I turn around and show her the little box with the card attached.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I don’t know because it isn’t mine. It has your name on it. You want to clue me in on what’s going on here?”

A true look of concern comes across her face, “I have no idea.”

“Well, then, I guess you’d better open it up so we can find out.”

I set the box on the counter and step back, waiting for her to examine it. She moves slowly, and I wonder if she’s more afraid of the box or of my reaction to it.

“Come on, the suspense is killing me. Read the card, at least.”

She steps to the box and removes the card. Her hands are shaking as she tears open the envelope and pulls the tiny piece of cardboard from inside. She stares at it for a long time then drops it on the counter and begins shaking uncontrollably. I rush to her side and hug her from behind.

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