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“But nothing, Lyubimaya,” he warns, leaning closer to me until our noses almost touch. His strong digits wrap around my neck, showing me that he is the one in charge.

He’s always in charge.

And honestly, that’s exactly how I like it.

“You’re sore,” he explains, gliding his fingers up and down my neck. “I won’t have you be in pain when there are so many ways to give each other pleasure.” He inches my shirt up and over my head, placing it next to us on the bench.

His eyes roam my body. Alek’s nostrils flare. His palms skim over my stomach, up my ribcage, between my breasts, then slip back down to knead them.

“So goddamn beautiful. You take my breath away.” He bends down, flicking his tongue over my left nipple. He tries to suck more of the soft flesh into his mouth, moaning while palming the other breast.

I tilt my head back, slightly rocking my hips, needing relief. He lets me go with a soft pop, the cool air causing my nipple to harden even further. I drift my hand under his shirt, loving how his abs roll against my palm. His hair tickles too. It’s one of the few things that are soft about him and there aren’t very many.

He keeps them all for me.

I’ll safeguard them until I die. I’ll be the keeper of his softness and I’ll make sure no one ever gets the key. I’ll protect him in the ways I can. Just like he protects me.

He slings his shit off next, giving me a view of coarse salt and pepper hair across his chest. “Come here.”

I grin, leaning forward, loving how much privacy we have out here. “Happily,” I say through a soft smile before our lips connect again.

I can’t get enough of Alek. Every part of him has me become unraveled. I’d do anything he wanted.

His kiss is soft, his lips barely moving against mine as if he doesn’t want to rush it.

But I do. Because I need him.

I deepen the kiss, and this time, he allows me. He presses his palm between my neck and shoulder, his thumb lying across my jaw. The gentle kiss turns heated. His grip on me becomes tighter, harder, and he wraps an arm around my waist, yanking me closer to his body.

His cock rubs my clit and I break away from the kiss, whimpering from how good it feels. “Just like that,” he croons, his hands gripping each cheek.

He uses me by moving my hips back and forth, my sensitive pussy dragging over his covered cock.

“Alek,” I whine, grinding myself down on him, wishing he’d fill me.

“Mia.” He brings his chin to his chest, looking down where he fills the space between my thighs.

I tug his sweatpants down, needing skin to skin contact, needing to at least feel his thickness against me.

“Mia.” This time when he says my name, it’s in warning, a low growl that is supposed to make me stop what I’m doing.

Oh, I’m not going to stop. Nothing could make me stop.

Not even if Ivan walked up this porch right now and saw me nearly naked straddling his father’s lap, begging for his cock to stretch me.

“Just need to feel you. That’s all.” His long cock springs free, slapping into his stomach.

Precum slicks across his happy trail, catching in the hairs and causing them to stick to his skin.

I drag my finger through the liquid, my mouth watering for a taste. Lifting it, the sun’s rays peek through the trees and reflect off it causing my fingertip to shine.

Sucking it into my mouth, I moan when he bursts across my tongue.

“Fucking hell, Mia.” He pushes my panties to the side, exposing my lips and swollen clit. “I need to feel you too.” He slips his fingers through my folds. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” Alek’s thumb presses against my clit, rolling the sensitive nerves back and forth in a circle.

“Please, Alek. Please. I need more.” I press against his girth, his warmth seeping into me.

My breaths are weak and shaking. He tenses his jaw, closing his eyes to compose himself.