Page 83 of Savage Pakhan

“Fuck, you’re drenching me, Mia. Look at you.”

I rock against every inch, my lust coating his shaft so easily, I glide across the hardened muscle.

My once cold skin has a sheen of sweat on it now. The evening air isn’t enough to cool the heat between Alek and me. I don’t think anything or anyone could.

I move faster, his tip’s edge pressing against my clit with every motion upward. I fall against him, our teeth clanking as a messy kiss becomes out of control from our inability to not make any noises.

“Holy fuck,” he moans, licking his lips before casting his eyes down. “Don’t fucking stop.” Alek slaps my right cheek, giving it a solid squeeze.

“More,” I beg. “Again. Please.”

I continue to rut against him, freeing my hands from his chest to tweak my nipples. The loud slap has me hiss.

He does it again.

And again.

Until a warmth spreads across the reddened flesh.

“Alek!”

“That’s right. Use me, Mia. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you need me inside you. Show much just how much you wish I was filling that pretty cunt and coming so deep, I leak out of you for days.”

The secret I have comes to mind. The one where I could be pregnant.

I’m already late.

That could be due to stress, but I know in my heart of hearts, I’m pregnant with his baby.

“Stay with me.” He snags my chin between his fingers. “Look at me. Don’t go. You’re okay. You’re safe with me.” He pinches my clit, giving it more attention while I slip and slide again him.

My body bows when my orgasm slams against me. My hips stop moving while I enjoy wave after wave of pleasure.

“Mia!” He calls out my name, his cock tensing and jerking under me as he paints his stomach in white streaks.

I drop to the floor on my knees, licking the mess he made. He stretches his arms on the back of the swing, heat still swirling in his eyes as he watches me swallow his come.

“Good girl.” He brushes his fingers through my hair. “Doing such a good job cleaning up the mess you made me make.”

I suck his tip into my mouth, wanting every last drop to slide down my throat. I dip my tongue in the slit, gathering the last drop, and Alek arches his back from the sensitivity.

“Come here,” he growls again, grabbing me by my arms, and yanking me onto his lap again. To my surprise, he presses his lips against mine once more, even diving his tongue into my mouth. “I taste better on your tongue,” he murmurs onto my lips.

“You better get used to it since I plan to have you on my tongue a lot.”

Embracing my body in his arms, he dips me down and I yelp, my head nearly touching the wooden planks that create the deck.

“Give me two minutes and you can have me again.” He kisses the top of my stomach before pulling me back up onto his lap.

We are just about to start kissing again when his phone rings, Nikolai’s ringtone ruining the moment.

I sigh, pressing my forehead against his.

“Damn him.” Alek gives me one quick peck. “Why don’t you go inside? Take a shower. I’ll be in soon and we can watch a movie in bed.”

I grin, loving the way that sounds. I tug his pants into place, his cock still making a prominent bulge. Sliding off his lap, I snag my shirt just as he answers the phone.

“Da? You’re interrupting me.”