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But I don’t want to get it over with. I want this to go on for a little longer. I feel like satisfaction is not only possible, but in my grasp. I lick my fingers and press them against her asshole, slipping them in. Her legs go up again and her toes curl as I finger fuck her tight ass in time with my cock.

“I’ve never felt like this,” she says.

“Yeah?” I croon back. “You like my fingers and my cock inside you at the same time?”

“God, yes, my king… fuck.”

She feels so good. So right. “Little Rabbit’s not running from me now, is she?” I moan. “You’re soaking wet, baby.”

“I… I’m going to… fuck, I’m going to break open.”

I slow down and grind into her. I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed fucking someone this much. And the way her pussy is twitching, I know she’s going to come any second.

I take my fingers out and grab her by the hair, pulling her up to me, wrapping my other arm around her waist as I slowly fuck her. I pull her head to the side and bury my face in her neck, kissing her… biting her…

She moves her hips with mine, her arms reaching back and grabbing hold of my hair. “Alex.” Her voice is high, begging, pleading. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”

I let her hair go and grab her by the wrists and twist them behind her back. I push her back down, forcing her face into the pillows. She keeps her ass high, leaning back into me as she moans in rhythm with my pace.

I’m losing control and I have to get it back. There’s only one way to do that at this point. I start fucking her hard, drilling my cock into her pussy as hard as I can. Her moans go from low to high until they turn into rough cries of passion.

She comes. Her pussy walls vibrate all around my cock as her juices run down her thighs and drop onto the comforter. She feels like she might pull away, but I let her wrists go and grab her waist, holding her to me as I continue to fuck her hard and deep.

“Oh, my fucking God,” she cries out. I slap her ass again and I feel the vibrations get stronger, her juices splashing against my hips and thighs.

I finally come. It rises out of me like a volcano and I moan loudly with her.

When the last body jerk subsides, I just hold her against me, trying to catch my breath. After a second, she starts to rotate her hips.

“More, please… sir?” she says in a small voice.

Shit. Just the sound of her is getting me hard all over again. “Beg for it,” I say.

“Please.” She looks back at me with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. “Break me open again, my king.”

I grab her hair and force her back down into the pillows. I couldn’t deny this if I wanted to.

I was up with the sun and in the shower, leaving her in bed. We fucked three times last night. Three. Fucking. Times. And here I am standing under the water, wondering what the fuck happened?

My feelings for her haven’t changed. I still think we’re incompatible otherwise. But last night in the bedroom, she became someone else. Someone who knows exactly how I like to fuck.

I don’t know yet if this is a problem. What I know is that if she woke up and asked me to fuck her again, I’d do it.

I’d do it without thinking about it.

Maybe this can work. All things considered, it’s still just sex. If we can keep it that way, maybe this whole thing won’t be all that bad.

I finish showering and get dressed while she sleeps soundly in my bed. I find myself staring at her a couple of times, her red hair undone and splayed across the pillows, her naked body half covered with the comforter, one leg sticking out, her breasts out and cooling under the air conditioner.

Fuck work. One more round won’t hurt.

The thought enters my mind like it’s a foreign voice. I ignore it and walk out of the room. I need to get back to my life.

9

NONA

It wouldn’t be accurate to say that I’ve been around. I wasn’t lying when I told Alex that I’ve had only a couple of boyfriends. I think it’s kind of the way it goes when your father is a Pakhan and the whole school knows it. Boys tend not to want the added burden of being the guy fucking the daughter of a Russian Mob boss, so I’ve never blamed any of them for avoiding me in high school.