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Though still shooting glances Jurik’s way, Katja unbuckled her seatbelt, then climbed over my lap. As soon as she was straddling my hard dick, I grabbed the strap of her dress, then pulled it down her arm until her left breast bounced free. Finally able to do all the things that I hadn’t been able to that first time, I leaned forward, then took her hardened peak into my mouth, and she tasted as pure as the driven snow; no lotions or perfumes to compromise my taste buds.
“Maksim…” she moaned, no longer worried about Jurik.
My left hand reached up to knead her right breast through the fabric of her dress, and I couldn’t wait to get her home. I wanted her completely naked, laid out for me to do whatever I wished. I wanted to lick every inch of her skin, and I wanted her stunning body on display as I did it. I wanted to study her like the piece of priceless art that she was.
When Katja’s hips started moving across my groin, I reached up to grab the back of her hair, and when I yanked her head back, my lips traveled up her neck, and I did something that I’d never done before; I marked her for all the world to see. I also wasn’t going to stop at just one. I was going to leave proof of what we had all over her precious body.
There was also the fact that Melor had called me the morning after I’d taken Katja in the showroom. He’d call to inform me that Jewelle had phoned him to tell him that all anyone could talk about was Katja and our performance the other night. According to Melor, the bid to be her first was already in the tens of thousands, and Katja could easily pay for her grandfather’s care and then some if I was stupid enough to allow it. Despite my original plan to give Katja an option when this was all said and done, the more of her that I tasted, the more addicted I became.
The second that I was done leaving my mark on her, my mouth went back to devouring her tit, and when she let out another moan, her fingers began digging into my shoulders. Katja was so responsive that I mentally urged Jurik to drive fucking faster. For the first time in my life, I wanted a woman in my bed, and I felt as eager as a school-aged boy.
Needing more, I slid one hand underneath the bunched-up fabric of her dress, then wasted no time slipping it between her legs. Katja was still wet from earlier, and the slick sounds were like music to my ears because they mattered. Considering how we’d met and what had been demanded of her, the fact that she could still find pleasure in my touch mattered.
“I love how wet you get for me, baby,” I told her, my lips still pressed against her skin, her nipple still in my mouth. “Your pussy is always so ready for my cock.”
“Maksim…” she whimpered. “Don’t stop…”
As two of my fingers found their way into her tight pussy, I asked, “What, lyublyu? Tell me what you need.”
“Make me cum…” she ordered shamelessly. “Maksim…please…”
With my two fingers inside her soaked cunt, I used my thumb to play with that little button of hers, and it wasn’t long before she was arching her back, panting uncontrollably. Katja really was a stunning vision when she was cumming for me, and it was something that I wouldn’t mind experiencing for a very long time to come.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I told her, her pussy clamping down hard on my fingers, her orgasm shaking her entire body. “So fucking beautiful.”
When Katja was finally done with her trip to paradise, I pulled my fingers out of her cunt, then licked them clean, not wanting to wait until I got her home to properly eat her pussy. There was so much that I wanted to do to her, and Jurik just wasn’t driving fast enough.
Quietly, I went to fixing her dress, and that’s when she finally opened her eyes to look at me. She looked like she wanted to say so much, but whatever was happening between us, now was not the time.
“Is that your favorite thing to do?” she asked in a soft voice, surprising me.
“What?”
Her eyes shifted a bit before saying, “Uhm…putting your hand between my thighs? You’ve done it since that first night.”
Looking into her sun-colored eyes, I said, “You are my favorite thing to do. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing or where I’m touching you. I enjoy it all.”
She gave me a small nod before moving to get off my lap, and I let her. There was something heavy in the air, and I knew what it was, even if she didn’t. Katja had begun to matter to me, yet I kept using her like a whore, and that was a problem. While I could excuse my actions by admitting that it was hard for me to keep my hands off her when she was around, that wouldn’t be a good enough excuse for someone like her. Katja had led a simple life, and though it’d been Nikel that had disrupted it, I hadn’t helped by forcing her into all this, and I knew that I needed to rethink my strategy to draw Nikel out in the open. Every day that I let her live her life in peace, she was in danger, and I knew that I was going to need to speak to Avgust about other options.
Nothing more was said between us until Jurik pulled into the underground garage. While I had a secluded home in the country, I had a penthouse in town for practical reasons. Now, while the house in the country was my primary residence, Katja was still the first and only woman that I’d ever brought here. Though a part of me wanted her in my home, another part needed to test her if I really planned on making something more of this fucked-up situation.
“Where are we?” she asked, looking around.
“My home,” I answered simply.
Katja’s head whipped my way, her eyes wide. “What are we doing here?”
I arched a brow as I turned slightly to get a good look at her. “What do you think? I’ve the need for you, and I need a bed for all the things that I want to do to you.”
“Why can’t we go to a hotel room for that?” she asked, a bit of alarm in her voice. “We don’t…” She began shaking her head as she took in a deep breath. “I don’t want to be here, Maksim. I don’t want to know where you live.”
I cocked my head a bit. “Why not?”
“Nothing good can come of me knowing where you live,” she rushed out. “I have no idea what future plans Klive has for me, and I don’t want to know anything that he might be able to…to…”
“Finish,” I instructed.
“If he ends up torturing me, I can’t say that I’ll be strong enough to withstand it, so I’d rather know nothing,” she confessed honestly as she started shaking her head again. “I don’t want to be here. Let’s go somewhere else.”
