by Lucia Franco
"Bog, ya chertovski lyublyu tebya."
I waited on him to translate. When he didn't, I tilted my head to the side and smiled softly. "Tell me."
He shook his head. "You will not believe me, just like you never do every other time."
Ah. I knew. "It's that stupid word love again, isn't it?"
His eyes darkened like he was offended. "I do not find it stupid when I say it to you."
My heart bloomed even more for him. "Fair enough."
"God, I fucking love you. I really do."
Thirty-Eight
I blushed, slightly embarrassed. I’d thought he was going to say something mushy, but I wasn't expecting that.
"You're cute," I said.
Kova's head fell back and he barked out a laugh. "One day I hope you can find a way to love me the way I love you and actually say it."
I swallowed. He didn't know I already loved him, but something in my heart told me not to tell him just yet.
"What else? Tell me what happened with Katja."
Kova groaned. "I do not want to talk about it when I am hard for you. Talking about her is going to make my dick soft."
At that, I swiveled my hips down on him and smirked. "Tell me," I said, drawing out the words.
"Adrianna, I do not want to talk about my wife when all I can think about is sliding into your pussy right now."
"You know, I'm never ready for when you say that word."
"Pussy?" he repeated with a peaked brow, and I nodded. Kova smirked. "Let me bang you real quick. Then you can ask all the questions you want. I promise to answer them."
This time it was my turn to bark out a laugh. Bang sounded so foreign on his lips. "Did you just say bang?"
"Well I figured if pussy bothers you, bang might be a better word. I am too old to use smush sesh. Do not ask me to say that. I heard some boys saying it. I can say bang, but smush is where I draw the line. I said it once before but I cannot say it again. Unless you just want me to fuck you."
His eyes were alive with amusement. I couldn’t hold back the giggles in my throat and burst out laughing.
"I can't even deal with how funny that is coming from you. It sounds so weird."
Rising up on my knees, I palmed his face and pressed my lips to his. Kova wrapped his arms around my lower back. I leaned into him and forced him to lay back on his desk. I hovered above him and kissed him again, my hand sliding down his stomach, over his rock-hard abs to cup his thick shaft over his sweat pants. I squeezed his cock and he twitched in my hand. Kova groaned, his back arched, and damn it all to hell, it was all so sexy the way the light from the moon shone between the shadows of the blinds over him.
There was something seductive and risky about us in his office like this—the thrill of getting caught loomed over me—and I fed off it. We fed off it.
"Adrianna," he moaned out my name. He gripped my hips roughly through the struggle of my hold on him.
I pressed my lips to his. "Tell me what happened and we can smush." I laughed. I could hardly say the word myself.
Kova chuckled darkly. His face lit up and it did stupid things to my heart. He looked so carefree and happy and I wanted to see more of that.
"You are so fucking not normal," he joked.
"You're right, but this is our normal, remember, and it's what I want. I like to ask about her when you tell me not to." Even though no sane person would ever ask about the other partner the way I did, I relished in reminding him he was still here with me. It was so wrong and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I loved it. "So tell me about your wife while we bang."
He gripped my wrist to stop me. "You get off on it."
"Is that a bad thing?"
Kova loosened his grip on my wrist, flipped his hand over and cupped me over my shorts. My lips parted with a breath and I almost fell on him.
"Jesus Christ, you are wet. You do like it."
I nodded silently. A zing of desire shot down my back. I wish I understood why I loved the devious aspect of it all. And because he was still with me—mind, body, and soul—and not her.
Reaching into his sweats, I felt for his warm, swollen cock. I stroked him from tip to base, twisting my wrist around his length. I didn't bother hiding the moan in the back of my throat.
"You know, I have wanted to fuck you on my desk. Never did I think you would have me on my back like this."
A slow smile slid across my face. "I actually like being on top, so this is better for me."
"Whatever you want, however you want, just take it from me," Kova responded.
I shrugged off my zippered jacket and dropped it to the floor so all I was left in was a sports bra and tank top. Kova helped me remove my shorts and panties. In one swift move, he inserted two fingers into me. I sighed at the pressure and sank down on them, allowing the little bites of bliss to stream through me.
I rose up a little and placed one hand on his chest to slide up and down his fingers while I held onto his erection with the other. His thumb hit my clit at just the right spot and I let out a rushed breath.
"She is rarely home," he started. "Neither am I due to work, but I do not leave Florida as often as she does."
The brittle sound of his voice tugged at my heart.
"Keep going," I said, and rose up to position his tip at my entrance. I was already hot and ready for him.
Before I could gently slide down, Kova thrust his hips up and slammed into me. He groaned, and I felt it deep inside me.
I slapped his chest. "You are such a bastard sometimes," I gritted out. "That fucking hurt, Kova."
"You make me this way."
"Sometimes I think you're too big for me," I moaned.
"I wish you could see what I see like this," he said barely above a whisper, like he was mesmerized.
I glanced down and angled myself so I could see, but I couldn’t.
"Stop deflecting."
"It is hard to focus when all I see is your pussy squeezing my cock."
I chuckled. "Kova…" I warned, my voice coming out raspy.
His head fell back and hit the desk. "You are the biggest pain and tease in my life. Fine," he said, swallowing hard, and I started to slowly ride him.
"She added a passcode to her phone. She has never had one before. She is cold, and I swear she has an attitude all the time. Her change in demeanor and secrecy raises too much curiosity in me. I know I should not question her, but with what she knows, anything is possible."
"So you're worried she's sneaking around behind your back."
"I used to be one step ahead of her and now I am not. She does not get to force me into marriage and then spread herself around and demand shit from me while holding you over my head."
I rode him harder, hating his words but taking them anyway. He breathed heavier each time I sank down and that only riled me up. I would never admit it to him, but I liked that she was behaving this way. She had blackmailed him, and while Kova was finally seeing her true colors, he'd only grow more distant with her. Our age difference may dangle between us, but our connection ran deep and the numbers were long forgotten when it was just us. Our conversations came naturally, and I didn't think anything truly did for him and Katja anymore. After what he’d told me about how they grew up together, I came to the conclusion they were convenient and just got comfortable. She may have found a way to hold on to him right now, but it wouldn't be forever. At least, I hoped not.
I took ease with my next set of words. I didn't want him to be offended by them, but it aggravated me that he was so concerned with her.
"Do you think it's a little hypocritical of you to be upset that she's lying about something when your cock is inside my pussy right now? That you’re in bed with your gymnast any chance you get?"
Kova moaned, his back arching again. He looked at me with sensual eyes and a tight jaw through a sexy-as-hell smirk. I pushed up his shirt to look at his toned body.
"That is exactly why I try not to ever question her," he said, thrustin
I inhaled and held my breath, my thighs quivered around his hips. I felt like I was stretched to the max and it hurt, like little tears were ripping in my tender flesh. Kova pulled back and I let out a gush of air.
"I thought since I brought her to the United States in the first place I should give her free reign to do as she pleases. I set her up nicely. There was a time when I wanted to make her happy, but she changed, and I saw a side of her that disgusted me. Then, I saw you."
Wanted. Kova said it in past tense. They were both going in different directions and playing the game with each other now.
"Did this start when I came to World Cup?"
My heart raced in anticipation. An orgasm was climbing but I wasn't ready to let go just yet. Once I had Kova in me, I always wanted more. I never wanted to stop feeling him or this intense pleasure he brought to the table each time. Kova was an addiction and he knew how to take me higher than anyone and anything. I was spellbound as I watched his hips roll into mine so slowly and sensually that I lost my train of thought for a moment. He was so fucking sexy with the way his body moved. I sighed a breath, feeling good, and allowed myself to just sink down into him. I was floating on a cloud, my entire body tingling and on the edge of desire.
"God, you feel so good," I said, biting my lip. "When?"
"It started before you came here," he said. His forehead scrunched together, almost as if it’d just dawned on him. Kova looked at our joined bodies again. "I would say about six months or so before that. You had nothing to do with it, but you did not help the situation either. It just showed me things I wanted more, things I was missing."
"Maybe she feels the same way about you and it's why she's acting the way she is. Have you tried speaking to her about it?"
"Adrianna?"
"Yeah?" I said breathlessly.
"Can we not talk about her anymore? I just want to watch my cock slide into your little pussy."
Thirty-Nine
My eyes rolled shut and a shot of bliss went down my back.
"I did say something to her." He answered my last question. "I am a very confrontational man if you have not noticed. She denies there is anything wrong." Kova was fixated on our bodies.
He carefully took my lips in his fingers and spread them. My jaw fell open and my head rolled back. I almost stopped moving from the passion of it. He pinched my clit and angled his hips so I hit his mound when I slid down.
Kova was good. Too fucking good.
"Oh, malysh, if you could see this…" His voice was rough like gravel and goose bumps danced down my arms. "Put your hands behind you on my legs and lean back."
I did as he said and almost orgasmed right then. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hold back. It was too much, too good every time at even the slightest angle.
I wanted his honesty, I wanted him to open up to me, and he had. The oddest feeling surged through me while we had sex. Like we both were free. I wasn’t hurt. If anything, something reassuring settled in my stomach I couldn't name. Most people would refute the idea of a cheater talking to the other woman about his wife in this manner.
But we weren't most people. And I didn't consider myself the other woman. And, truth be told, we wallowed in the suspense of it.
It was sick. But I honestly didn't care. Kova told me it was okay to feel the way I did, and so I believed him.
"There is something else…" Kova gritted out, still staring at our joined bodies. "You are not going to like it."
Immediate panic ignited within me and I rode him faster and harder. I wanted to hear what he had to say, but I was too close to the edge of desire. I wasn't sure if I could handle it and changed the subject.
"Do you have a mirror?"
He looked at me like I had spoken Russian. I almost laughed.
"Why the hell would I have a mirror? And why do you need one now? I am about to come inside of you and you want to look at yourself?"
This time I smirked. "Close. I want to see what you see, how you see our bodies."
His eyes lit up and a shadow of hearty desire cast through them. Kova liked that I wanted to see too, and that excited me.
I thought quickly about what I could use so I could see before we finished. We both were close to the end. Spotting his cell phone on the desk, I reached for it and asked for his passcode. Funny how he didn't like that Katja had one even though he did. I unlocked his phone, then went for the camera icon and clicked on video. I angled the camera screen so it got our bodies and not my face.
Kova's cock slid effortlessly into my plump pussy, my lips suctioning around him with my tender clit showing. He stretched me wide and I wasn't sure how I fit him. He spread my lips again so I could see what he saw and my mouth parted, a breath rolling off my lips. I could see every fold and crease as his wet, rigid length pushed in and out. I caught a view of that sex vein I liked to play with and positioned the camera to get it on tape. I let out a sigh and moaned while I watched it disappear into my pussy. This was highly arousing and way more than I anticipated.
The sounds of sex infused with heavy breathing. Our panting and watching us on the camera is what got to me. Oh, God. It was all too much. I leaned back on one arm to get a better view and his cock pulsed inside me. My eyes locked with his. He was there, and so was I.
I glanced down. His cock looked massive from this angle. I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen. Now I knew what he meant and why he liked to watch us.
A few more voluptuous rolls of his hips, and Kova gripped my thigh, digging his fingers into my flesh. He moaned long and deep. I pulled back just enough to watch his thickness pulse as he came inside me. The veins on his stomach that led to his groin strained. Kova gripped me harder, his decadence streaming into me as he let go. I let out a long sigh as his nails scored my thigh. I tightened my grip around his phone and we watched together as he filled me to the point where his cum oozed out of the sides, coating my pussy, my thighs, and his mound.
My lips parted in wonder. I was fixated on our pleasure. His orgasm had come out of me in the past, but I never actually saw it happen until now, and I found it insanely erotic to see. His cock twitched. My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I shuddered above him. Kova was still hard, and I was still beyond turned on by this.
Turning the camera off, I placed the phone face down and reached for him. I fisted the center of his shirt and pulled, forcing him to sit up. Kova's arms wound around my back as he slammed his mouth over mine. I kissed him deeply, only to have him return my hunger with more passion as I rocked into him.
"Tell me you love me. Say it," he demanded, his voice a husky whisper.
"I hate you."
Kova thrust into me without reservation and held himself deep inside. I groaned, biting down and pulling on his lip with my teeth. I wouldn't say the words he wanted to hear because then he'd have every part of me, and I needed to reserve something for myself.
He pressed his chest to mine, nearly suffocating me with his strength, and kissed my lips so fiercely my heart ached for this untamed man. I couldn't control the sounds erupting from my throat as he devoured me with a savage kiss, a kiss I made him fight me for.
Kova's nose nestled into the curve of my neck. He held me tighter and ran his hands up and down my body. I could feel him smiling against me and that made me happy.
"I know you are not done, and neither am I."
A throaty sigh escaped me. "You're right."
"You always need at least two rounds."
"You know, it's a good thing we don't live together. All we'd be doing is having sex."
Kova chuckled, his hot breath tickled my collarbone, and I shivered.
"And that is a bad thing?"
"What were you going to say that I wasn't going to like?"
"She wants a baby."
The silence was a thunderous beating of my heart. It was all around me. His words were a whisper and enough to reduce me to a speechless state. His cock was still hard and hot inside of me, and I wasn't sure how to feel about such a thing.
No, I knew how to feel, I knew exactly what I was feeling, and I was trying, trying so damn hard to be rational and listen. But this…
There was no way, and he knew that.
Kova bit down on my neck and held me immobile. I tried to pull away but he latched on firmer. First the puppy, now a baby. I knew it. I fucking knew that was coming. My gut said it was but I'd pushed it away and ignored it.
She wants a baby.
Chest tight from the four words that nearly broke me inside, I was struck with bone-deep hurt. A baby. Him being blackmailed made me think he was going to go through with it.
Kova let go of my neck and stood, holding me in his arms. He probably knew I was going to try and pull away. He walked to his office door and pressed my back to it. He adjusted us so we were still joined, then he pulled out and my back bowed when he glided me down his shaft until I couldn't go any further.
"Adrianna," he said, his voice filled with distress. "Look at me. Look into my eyes and listen to me, really listen to me." When I did, his face was blurry. "She has been asking me for a while. I told her it will never happen, just like I have each time she has asked."
I raked my nails harder down his arms, leaving red trails that made me feel good to see. I hoped it hurt. "You really know how to make me a fiend for you and then hate you." Kova held my hips down and drove into me without remorse. "When you fuck your wife, do you come inside her the way you do me?" I couldn't hold back. The images in my head of him screwing Katja were too strong and elicited a rage so deep I felt it creeping through my blood. "Does she let you lick her the way you do me? And I mean all parts of me? Does she know how nasty you can be?"
I couldn't say the words, but he knew exactly what I was talking about. He knew I liked those nasty sides of him, but did she?
"Does it leak out of her, and do you watch it? Do you bite her hard enough to make her bleed and then lick it up?"
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