by Marian Tee
Releasing my nipple, Sergei loomed over me, his dark gaze savage. “Not yet,” he said roughly. And then he started to move down, and when I realized what he was about to do, I moaned in protest.
“No!” Even though it wasn’t his first time to go down on me, I still found the act too intimate and embarrassing. “Sergei, please----ah!” My breath caught as he pushed my legs apart.
His breath tickled my sensitive skin, and I released a painful whimper. “Sergei, please, nooooooo----”
Still holding my legs imprisoned, preventing them from closing, Sergei bent his head and thrust his tongue in.
My body arched involuntarily, and if he hadn’t been so large and powerful I knew I could have thrown him off me. But instead I only ended up shoving my pussy closer to his mouth, and the billionaire more than welcomed it, his tongue thrusting deeper inside of me.
His name came out a scream.
And as he kept fucking me with his tongue, I screamed and screamed, thinking dazedly that he was right. It really was just his name I’d scream tonight.
Pleasure so intense rocked my body as he tortured me with his tongue, but just when I thought I could no longer hold out, his mouth finally left me and he started to move up.
Our eyes met again, and oh God, there was something in his gaze. Something that couldn’t possibly be real---
And then he was thrusting inside me, his entire cock tearing through my hymen, and for that one moment my mind became incapable of handling anything but a single thought.
My pussy, my virginity, my body was his.
I was his.
His cock throbbed and twitched inside of me like a forceful being of its own, his thick, rigid length rubbing against my walls deliciously with every jerk. My nails dug deep into his back as I tried to adjust to the invasive feeling of his cock inside of me. It was strange and beautiful at the same time, addictively so.
Above me, beads of sweat dotted the side of his face, his expression strained. “Erie.” His fingers around my hips tightened as he visibly struggled to keep himself from moving.
“Sergei.” I choked his name out in a soft, tremulous whisper, still too much in awe of just how painfully beautiful it was to have this man possess me.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Just…a bit.” I swallowed. “But it’s okay.”
His eyes gleamed. “Is that your way of telling me you want me to start fucking you hard?”
Oh!
“As ordered then,” he said huskily.
My eyes widened, and I blurted out, “But I didn’t say---ah!” He had indeed started to move, and even though I knew it would feel good, I didn’t realize it would feel this good.
His thrusts were measured and controlled, a steady pace of smooth hard drives into my trembling pussy.
He kept his gaze trained on my face as he fucked me, and even though I could feel myself turning red at his scrutiny, it didn’t take away anything from the pleasure of his possession. If anything, it only fed my arousal, made my body ache even harder with each thrust.
When his thrusts picked up their pace and he became just a bit rougher, I could only cling to him, loving every nuance of his lovemaking.
As his massive cock plunged into me again and again, my vocabulary gradually deteriorated until all I could do was think in phrases that only a toddler had the right to use.
So. Good. Too. Good.
When I felt my body start to tighten, my gaze flew to his, and I gasped his name out loud. “Sergei.” Was there something else I should do? What there anything I could do to make him feel as good as I was feeling?
“Erie.” He breathed my name hard as he withdrew his cock. “Come with me.” And with those words, he plunged hard into my pussy one last time, grinding his cock into me just as he reached for my clit and gave it a long, tight pinch.
I screamed as I surrendered to his invitation, and our bodies shuddered against each other, the sound of our pants mingling as we came at the same time. I clung to him as my body shook at the strength of my release. Above me, the billionaire’s back had arched as his cock shot its load in me, filling my pussy to the brim with his cum.
My eyes fell closed in exhaustion as I felt his cum trickle slowly down my bare legs, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back when Sergei’s weight pressed down on me. He was heavy, but it was a good kind of heavy, a solid force that reassured me rather than making me feel oppressed.
I closed my eyes, listening to the mingled sound of our breaths, the scent of our lovemaking still tingeing the air. I just had sex with Sergei Grachyov. If I weren’t feeling so tired and replete, I would probably have started freaking out. But right now all I could do was push the thought aside, telling myself I could worry about reality later.
But for now---
My eyes flew wide open as I felt Sergei’s thick, massive cock stir between my legs. The billionaire pushed himself up on his elbows, and when our gazes met, I looked at him in shock, saying weakly, “You can’t be serious.”
He bent down, nipping my lower lip as he whispered, “I told you, didn’t I?” His lips moved down, and he started to suck hungrily on my neck. “I’ve been surviving on jerking myself off all this time. There’s a lot to make up for, so…”
He suddenly rolled us over, and I found our positions reversed as Sergei sat up and had me straddling his lap, his cock throbbing against the still-moist folds of my pussy.
I looked down at his erection, rigid and fully engorged. “Impossible.” My voice was strained. Weren’t men supposed to need at least thirty minutes of interval between each round of sex?
His hands claimed my hips, and I gulped. “Sergei?”
But instead of answering me, he only locked his gaze with mine as he lifted me up and then slowly pulled me back down to impale me with his cock. My pussy still ached from his possession, but even so every cell inside my body tingled deliciously as I felt him filling me inch by inch. I was stuffed full of his cock, and I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching to accommodate his size.
My head fell back as the last inch slid in. Too much, I thought dizzily. But even so, I wouldn’t trade a second of it. How could I when it felt so unbelievably good?
“Ride me, pchelka.” The words were spoken in a low, rough command, and I moaned, the secret masochist in me aroused at the way he was ordering me around. I wouldn’t have stood for it outside the bedroom, and he knew that.
But here?
With what we were doing?
His eyes gleamed as I hesitantly began to move, and color stole into my cheeks because I knew he knew that I was turned on by his dominance.
“Mudak.” Asshole.
The billionaire only laughed, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Shut up,” he mock-growled, “and just fuck me.”
And I laughed even as I did shut up and fuck him. I knew that people could laugh and have fun while making love, but I had never thought such a thing would happen to me. I was too serious and too boring, and I had always secretly feared that my sex life would be like that, too.
“Faster,” the billionaire was urging me, and I did my best to comply, bouncing myself up and down on his cock that my breasts began to jiggle hard with every move.
He reached up to squeeze my breasts hard and I moaned, and when he pulled me forward so he could suck on my nipples while I fucked him, I totally lost it. My heart hammered its way out of my chest as my body went wild, all inhibitions forgotten. All I could think about at that moment was fuck, fuck, fuck.
And he made it easy, so damn easy for me to lose myself in sex as he began to take control, his engorged cock driving up into me, further and further, harder and harder with every upward thrust.
Soon, we were rocking against each other, and my queen-sized bed was groaning at our movements, the headboard slamming against the wall. I worried about people in the other room complaining about us for a second, but then the billionaire reached for my clit and pinched it, and all the worries in the world completely fled m
y mind.
They could report me for all I care.
Right now, I just wanted Sergei Grachyov to fuck me forever.
Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I shoved my hips down fast, doing my best to keep up with his relentless pace. My breath began to catch, and my throat began to tighten. His fingers were still on my clit, plucking it over and over.
“Sergei.” His name came out a painful whimper. “I’m close.”
“Good.” His hand fisted my hair, driving my head forward so he could kiss me hard. His tongue drove deep into my mouth, and I sucked on it. A gasp escaped him, and then his hands on my hips pushed down, his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass.
He ground his cock hard against me, deeper and harder than any previous thrust, and the angle was just right, my clit suddenly subjected to the most amazing pressure.
I shattered, screaming in his mouth as I came, and a second later he was growling against my mouth as the billionaire unloaded his cum into my pussy, his cock jerking inside me.
When the sensual haze cleared in my mind, I collapsed in his arms, exhausted, unable to muster the energy to even open my eyes as I felt him lift my body off him and lay me down on the bed. The bed lifted as he got off, and a few moments later I heard his footsteps return and a warm washcloth stroking down my pussy.
I mumbled in protest, sleepily trying to push his hands away, but the billionaire only chuckled and continued to wipe me clean. I fell asleep soon enough to the sound of the shower running and returned to a semi-state of consciousness when he joined me in bed, still naked.
He smelled so fresh and clean, and I instinctively snuggled close to him, wanting more of his scent.
He pulled me closer, lips brushing against my forehead. “May I fuck you again?”
I groaned, trying to pull away, but the billionaire pulled me back with a low chuckle. “A joke, pchelka.” He drew the covers over us, and I sighed in relief.
Sleep beckoned, and I willingly went to its side. In the distance of my mind, words drifted towards me.
I love you.
Had Sergei really said it, or was I imagining it?
I tried to open my eyes but I was too tired, and in the end I told myself I must have been dreaming.
Just go to sleep, Fredericka Spears, and stop thinking about the impossible.
Chapter Fourteen
The waiting room was decorated in pleasantly soothing shades of blue and pink pastels, and the chairs provided looked both pretty and comfy. Definitely no ordinary clinic, Fredericka thought.
“Hello,” the receptionist behind the counter greeted her with a wide-eyed look.
Bingo, Fredericka thought in relief. It was obvious that the receptionist recognized her, and that was exactly what she needed since she didn’t have an appointment.
After a discreet check on the nameplate pinned to the girl’s uniform, Fredericka smiled back. “Hi, Carla.”
The receptionist’s smile turned into a beam. “Hi, Attorney Money – I mean, Attorney Spears.”
In a confidential tone, she whispered, “I don’t actually have an appointment today, but do you think you could squeeze me in?”
“Of course.” Carla didn’t even bat an eyelash. Looking down at her appointment book, she murmured, “I can have you slotted in at 1:30 PM.”
Wow. That was just fifteen minutes away. Being connected to Sergei Grachyov really did have its perks. Flashing Carla a grateful look, she said feelingly, “That would be great. Thank you so much, Carla.”
“Anytime, Attorney.”
When she returned to Alyx’s side, she whispered, “I’m up next.”
Alyx gave her an impressed look. “You actually name dropped.”
Fredericka forced herself to shrug. “I do it all the time, it’s normal in my line of work.”
“Yes, exactly.” Alyx’s eyes bored through hers. “You do it all the time at work, but you’ve always been Little Miss Proper in your personal life.”
A server approached them then, handing the two of them a menu.
“This is for free?” Fredericka asked, surprised.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Wow again, Fredericka thought. Rich people’s clinics were sure different. And when she glanced down at the menu to see what was on offer, she was even more impressed, with the drinks ranging from everything between soya milk to freshly squeezed Four Seasons.
“What about coffee?”
The server blinked at her. “But that’s not healthy for the baby.”
Oh. Right. “And tea?”
“Anything with caffeine,” the server said cautiously, “is not healthy for someone expecting.”
“Yes, but I’m not sure I’m expecting---”
Seeing the militant look in her cousin’s eye, Alyx intervened quickly, saying, “We’ll both have water, thanks.” When the server left, she shook her head at Fredericka, saying ruefully, “You’re exactly like Yanna during her first pregnancy.” Completely unreasonable was what she meant, Alyx thought, but experience taught her better than to speak the words out loud.
Fredericka blinked. “But we’re not even sure if I’m expecting.”
Add to that completely illogical, Alyx thought, but in a rare effort at tact and diplomacy, she managed to say comfortingly, “You can drink all the coffee you want after we have the test results.”
One full minute passed before Fredericka turned to her all of a sudden, her face pale. “What if I really am pregnant?”
Alyx gave her cousin an awkwardly encouraging smile. “Then you’ll do what you think best.” She patted Fredericka’s hand in an equally awkward fashion. “You’re strong and smart, Freddie. You’ll know what to do.”
Fredericka shook her head slowly. “If it turns out I’m pregnant,” she whispered between bloodless lips, “I’m screwed.”
“You’re not screwed,” Alyx said loyally. “But you are in this because you, err, screwed.”
Fredericka’s mouth opened and closed.
“Well, it is true.”
Fredericka sighed. “Has anyone ever told you you’re bad at comforting people?”
“All the time,” Alyx didn’t hesitate to admit it.
“And you don’t plan to improve or maybe even consider changing your method for comforting people?”
“No.” Alyx gave her a serious look. “I’m already too cute as I am now. If I become less prickly, I’d be perfect, and that would be horribly boring.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at Alyx’s deadpan delivery, and despite everything, she could feel the tension ebbing from her shoulders as Alyx’s joke effectively lightened the mood. But when the doctor’s secretary called out her name, Fredericka’s tension returned with a flash, and when they left the clinic two hours later, she felt like a ton of bricks had just tumbled down on her.
Fredericka looked at Alyx. “I, umm, need to go for a walk. I’ll meet you later, okay?”
“Are you sure you’re okay with being alone?” Alyx asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry.” Fredericka managed a wan smile. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid. I just need some time alone to clear my thoughts and figure out…stuff.” It was the most coherent excuse she could manage when honestly all she could think about was running to the closest garbage bin so she could puke her guts out.
Alyx impulsively reached for her cousin’s hand. “Just call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
And then she was alone.
She walked and walked, unmindful of where she was going, and she only stopped when her legs were aching too much and her throat was dry and parched. Casting a tired look at her surroundings, Fredericka realized she was at a park, and just a small distance away was someone selling hotdogs and drinks.
She paid for a sandwich and bottled water, and taking a seat on one of the benches, she drank thirstily, emptying the bottle by half in mere seconds. She forced herself to eat after, knowing that now was the worst time to go on an impromptu
diet.
An indefinite amount of time must have passed when someone joined her on the bench, and without even looking up she already knew who it was.
“How did you find me?”
Sergei didn’t answer right away. It had been over a month since the last time he had seen her – since the morning she had run out on him, leaving a hastily scribbled note that told him she needed some time and space.
It was the first letter of its kind that the billionaire had received in its life, and he was honest enough to admit that the letter was more a serious blow to his ego than anything else. And for the first two weeks he did allow his hurt ego to dictate his actions, staying away from her like she asked, even knowing that what they both needed and wanted was to be together.
He knew her far better than she knew herself, and that was the problem more than a solution. Because he knew her, he knew that staying away would be more a punishment for Fredericka than for himself. Him staying away would make Fredericka think that she might have made the same mistake as her mother did, and that she had slept with a younger guy who couldn’t be trusted to understand any kind of commitment beyond what a one-night stand entailed.
He had known it would hurt her, and that was why he had stayed away.
And now he bitterly regretted it, after what Alyx had told him.
“I’m sorry I stayed away for so long,” he said quietly.
“You don’t have to be.” Fredericka stared down at her worn pair of ballet flats, unwilling to raise her gaze to the billionaire’s. If she did, she had a terrifying suspicion her hormones would get the better of her, and that would be too embarrassing. “I asked you to stay away.”
“But I still shouldn’t, and the only reason I did was because I know it would hurt you more.”
Ah. From there, she could easily add one and one to get two, and her lips twisted in a humorless smile. “There are really times when I think you’ll make the better prosecutor between the two of us.”
“Without a doubt,” Sergei agreed affably, “if I had cared as passionately as you did about seeing justice served.” He paused. “But I don’t. I can only care for a few people in the world – and you’re one of them.”
