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I lean back, ready to give her everything she wants. Gripping my cock in my hand, I press the tip to her soaked entrance before taking a deep breath in and out. I have to make this good for her. I watch as my cock slowly disappears into the warmest, wettest thing I’ve ever experienced. Tatiana and I groan together. Her face is contorted into the most blissed-out emotion. She looks wrecked, but in the best way.

When I’m fully seated inside of her, I lean over her again, needing as much physical contact as possible, but I don’t move. I can’t. It doesn’t matter; she wraps her arms around me and kisses the breath out of me.

“God, you feel so good, Mik. Why did we wait so long? We could have been doing this the whole time,” she whines between kisses, and it makes me chuckle. When I feel like I have at least a little control back, I roll my hips, fucking her in deep but short thrusts.

“Fuck, Mik. I need more. God, I’m so close.”

This is what I need. I lean back on my knees, grip her thighs and fuck her hard, in long and deep strokes that feel incredible, as I rub my thumb around where my cock is disappearing inside of her, coating it in her cum. I press gently onto her clit, not wanting to hurt her, but the gentle, slow way I circle her clit is a juxtaposition to how hard I’m fucking her.

My orgasm is building in the base of my spine, my balls aching and pulling up tight, but I will myself to hold off, needing with every fiber of my soul for her to come first.

“Oh my God, Mik. Yes! Right there,” she whines, her hands gripping the mattress above her head so she can push herself back against me. Finally, on a loud moan, her pussy clamps around me in a death grip, pulsing and massaging my own orgasm out of me. I thrust weakly, trying to draw out her own orgasm as my vision starts to blacken around the edges and my lungs forget how to breathe. Finally, I collapse forward, catching myself on my hands so I don’t crush her beneath me.

When my lungs decide to function again, and my vision clears, and my soul comes back into my body, I open my eyes to check in with her. The satisfied smirk on her lips fills me with a deep sense of pride. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist, still holding me inside of her, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful scene.

If I wasn’t already in love with everything about her, having her? Feeling her? Tasting her?

I know I’ll never be the same.

Chapter twenty-four

Roman

I'm so hard I could pound nails. I’ve been stroking myself slowly for the past hour, watching Tatiana own her sexuality, edging myself. I don’t have any illusions that she’ll do anything with me, but just watching her has been enough for me. When she passes out, I’ll quietly finish myself.

Pride makes my chest warm. I’m so happy for her - that this could be a good experience for her. That instead of wallowing in fear or loss at the life she was building for herself, she’s giving herself permission to take what she wants, where she can get it.

I’ve been watching Mik and her for years - innocent touches, longing looks, inside jokes - wanting to scream ‘just kiss already!’ at them more times than not. They’re perfect for each other. Mik’s dark and edgy and closed off to the world. She’s bright and sunshiny and so beautiful it’s painful to look at her sometimes. Yet, they’re perfect for each other.

I’m also happy for Lev. That he got over his childish crush and allowed himself to be vulnerable with her. The hunger left in his eyes, though, promises that this is very far from being over.

I let my gaze wander over her naked body. Her chest heaves still from her orgasm, and her skin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Mik was absolutely the right choice for her. I knew he would make it good for her - cherish her like she deserves.

But when her blue eyes open, finally, and focus, she turns her head to look at me. The grin that forms on her mouth should be illegal. No one that sweet and innocent should be able to look like such a succubus.

I shake my head at her, a wry smile tugging at my lips. “You’re okay, Tanya. You don’t need to worry about me.” I grip myself again through my sweatpants. I can feel the wet spot on the front of my pants from where I’m leaking. This has been the most erotic night of my life. And while I know we agreed to a “free for all” and that this is temporary, a part of me is still hesitant.

If Dmitri finds out that I touched his precious daughter, I’m dead. There’s no two ways about it. But then she rolls over onto her hands and knees and fucking crawls to me. I drop my head back against the couch and groan.

“Do you know what I’m getting tired of, Ro?” she asks, and the honey in her voice is my undoing. I know that I’m going to touch her. I’m going to taste her. I just have to pray if he does kill me, she gets assigned a better man than me as her bodyguard.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of men telling me what I can and cannot do.”

Oof. That lands like a kick to the gut. Of course she’s right. I open my eyes and see her kneeling in front of me. I raise my hands apologetically.

“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. Do whatever you want.”

She’s naked, kneeling in front of me, like the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I should feel bad that I’m so much older than her, but she’s right. She knows her own mind, and who am I to tell her otherwise?

She bites her lip as she looks down at the obvious tent in my sweatpants, like she’s wondering what she wants to do with me.

“Let me see you,” she says, and I obey in an instant, shrugging my boxer briefs and pants all at once. My cock springs forward to rest against my lower abdomen, so painfully hard for her.

“I won’t last long...” I warn her, not wanting to disappoint her when I come fast. Round two or three, I might last longer, but she is literally a fantasy.

“Let’s see...” she starts, gripping my ass in her hands and dragging me forward, so I’m sitting on the edge of the couch. Her eyes drag to my bandage, like she’s making sure I’m okay. “... I’ve had my first blow job, my first cunnilingus, and my first sex tonight...” She smiles over at Mik, who’s gotten rid of the condom and is resting on the mattress, on his side, watching her - always watching her.

She leans forward and traps my dick between her tits, her hands pushing them together to create the softest, warmest channel for my cock. I groan again, one hand gripping the couch in my fist and the other coming to the back of her head. I need to feel her - to ground myself to this moment because she feels so unbelievably good.