Page 21 of A Surprise Baby for the Russian

Raya freezes, pulling back instantly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Yakov, look at me.”

“I’m fine, rodnaya.”

“You’re white as a sheet.” Her hands fly to the sides of my face, her palms warm against my jaw, forcing my eyes up to meet hers. “If I messed up the stitches—”

“Raya.” I trap one of her hands against my cheek with my left hand, staring directly into her panicked eyes. “If you get off this bed right now, I may actually die. Stay exactly where you are.”

She stares at me, her chest rising and falling against mine. There is a tense, breathless moment where I genuinely don’t know if she’s going to run or stay. Then, a tiny, breathless laugh escapes her. “You’re a fucking lunatic.”

“Your lunatic,” I mutter, and pull her back down, my tongue probing into her mouth. She rocks her hips, deliberately testing me by rubbing the warm heat between her legs over my length. I move my hand up her smooth thigh and under her tantalizingly short skirt, my finger tracing along the edge of her panty elastic. When I slide my finger inside, she moans as I touch her soft wet pussy.

“You’re so wet, Raya,” I whisper against her lips, my finger dipping into her sopping core. “I think you need this. You need my cock, don’t you, malysh?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Fuck, yes.”

My restraint snaps. I push myself up against her weight, grinding myself against her; she gasps, nails biting crescents into my shoulders, the friction and the pain electric.

My mouth swallows every noise she makes, tongue sweeping past her lips to claim what’s already mine. I can’t pin her with both arms, so I pin her with my teeth—nipping her bottom lip, the sensitive hollow beneath her ear, sucking my mark onto her neck so the proof of tonight is still there tomorrow—until her breath comes in ragged bursts. My good hand slides under her shirt, mapping her with my fingertips, the swell of her breasts and the sweet firmness of her nipples, savoring every shudder that passes through her as I gently massage and pull on them, dragging her closer to the edge, guiding her hips into a motion that makes my vision white out at the edges. There’s a sweetness to the way she moves—hesitant at first, then a hunger and wildness she never lets show. She’s trying to be gentle with me, but the more I urge her on, the more she lets go: her pulse racing against my tongue as I taste my way down her throat. Her breath is a series of desperate, ravaged sounds that stoke something primal in me. “That’s enough fooling around.” I hold her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “Get those panties off now, before I rip them straight off you.” I see what talking like that does to her, in the soft intake of breath before she swallows. When she climbs off me to pull them down, I take the opportunity to move onto my knees. “Lie down and spread your legs for me, malysh. Let me see that pretty pussy.” She immediately does as I ask. She looks like a fucking angel laying there, hair spread out on the pillow, eyes wide, chest heaving, and her pretty pink pussy laid out, glistening, waiting for me to feast on it.

I hold her open, bend down and swipe my tongue over her, tasting her warm slick arousal, and christ if it’s not the most delectable thing I’ve ever tasted. I lick and tongue her, pushing my tongue into her as she grasps hold of my hair, rubbing her pussy against my face, desperate for more. Desperate to orgasm. As I feel her getting close, I latch on to her clit, sucking and pulling on it, taking her over the edge. She thrusts hard into my face as she screams her release, and I lap up her juices.

“Fuck, Yakov,” she pants. “That was—”

“We’re not finished, sweetheart. We need to fill and stretch that greedy little pussy of yours. Take my cock out, baby, and take what you need,” I say as I roll onto my back. I watch her eyes darken as she pulls my sweatpants down, freeing my cock. Her fingers gently stroke my length as she bends down and takes me into her mouth, sucking on my dick while she continues to move her hand. It takes all I have not to spurt down her throat. She’s not the only one turned on, but I want to be inside of her.

“As amazing as that is,” I ease her head off me. “I want you bouncing on my cock.” She smiles as she moves herself up my body, straddling my groin. She lifts herself, positioning me at her entrance, and the first touch of her slick hot pussy against my tip makes my head fall back against the pillow. I’ve killed men without flinching, but this—this may actually fucking kill me.

“Look at me,” she whispers.

I do. I don’t even consider not doing it. That’s the thing—she doesn’t need to raise her voice. She doesn’t need to demand anything. She asks, and apparently I have no mechanism left for refusal. She sinks slowly, taking me inch by excruciating inch, her face a beautiful mask of concentration and pleasure. I watch enthralled as her body stretches to accommodate my size, my cock swallowed whole and disappearing inside of her. It’s nothing short of magic. When she’s fully seated, we both pause, suspended in a moment of perfect stillness, then she begins to grind slowly, sending hot, sweet spikes of want right through me. I lose myself in the slip and press of her body, the way her thighs tremble as I urge them wider with a rough nudge. The weight of her breast in my palm as she leans forward, the way her arousal leaks over me when I take it into my mouth and suckle on it. She’s slick and hot, and I want to drown in her, pull her under with me.

“Touch yourself, let me watch you,” I tell her. And she does. Her fingers move to her clit and start moving while I rub her thighs and watch her. She looks like a fucking goddess sat on my cock, her eyes closed, tits bouncing as she chases her orgasm.

“Good girl,” I encourage her. “Use me, malysh,” I try to meet her with equal force, but the pain in my side makes every thrust a gamble between pleasure and agony. She notices, and begins to slow.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” I tell her, voice ragged; she doesn’t. We kiss and suck and fuck in a clash of teeth and tongues. She bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as her orgasm rips through her. The ferocity in her ignites something reckless in me, and for a second I forget the pain, the wound, the whole world beyond the press of her body. I flip her, using what little strength I have left to roll us over so she’s pinned beneath me, legs wrapped tight around my waist. My right arm is useless, but my left makes up for it—holding her down, fisting in the sheets, bracing us both as I drive into her with every ounce of strength I have left.

She meets me thrust for thrust, her teeth bared in a snarl of pleasure.

“Harder, Yakov. Fuck me harder.” Her fingernails rake my lower back, adding to the aches and bruises already blooming across my body. I pound into her ruthlessly, pushing her thighs apart to drive myself deeper, to imprint myself on her, the bed bouncing against the wall, and the slap of our skin the only sounds in the room. She pulls my mouth down to hers, hungry and uncoordinated, biting and sucking at my tongue, as if she wants to consume me whole. Her body arches up, and I know she’s close. Her hands clutch at my face again, desperate to see me, to keep me present. “I’m there, I’m there,” she gasps.

“Come all over my cock, solntse,” I grunt, slamming into her so hard the headboard rattles against the wall, and the water in the glass on the bedside table sloshes over the side. She screams my name, head thrown back, hair wild and tangled, the sound ricocheting off the bedroom walls as she shatters—hips jerking, nails clawing, heels digging into the small of my back. The hot ripple of her pussy orgasming drags me over the edge.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I spill inside her, pumping her full of my seed, giving her everything I’ve got.

I feel her pussy clamp and clutch on to me again as her body reacts to mine, sucking the last of the cum out of me with its own orgasm, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she moans.

“Good girl,” I whisper into the crook of her neck, kissing her reverently, “take my cum like a good girl.”

We lie there in the aftermath of the best fucking sex I’ve ever had, her slumped against my good shoulder as I stroke her hair while she drifts in and out of sleep; I am ruined, and I couldn’t be happier.

I have the girl. The girl is my wife, and tonight she finally consummated what we are. I will burn the entire fucking city to the ground before I ever let her go.

Chapter 10 - Raya