“Chrissy, my love. You know that I want to wrap you up in comforters, keep you by the fireside. Never let you out until you’ve given birth, safely, at home. But that’s not why I need to get you home now.”
Oh, I’m getting the idea. “Boris…”
“You know that when you’re pregnant, the taste of you drives me completely fucking wild. Get in the car.”
While Christopher is sleeping happily in the next room—we have the baby monitors on—Dimitri’s finishing a phone call. He set himself up in business as a guide, taking people hunting in Virginia.
“I can’t believe what rich men want to pay, just to walk around in the open, looking for animals to take shots at.”
“What they’re paying the premium for,” Dimitri tells me again, “is the opportunity for a walk in the woods and a private chat with a real, bona fide Russian spy. It gives them bragging rights. In DC that’s one of the most valuable commodities.”
He drops the phone on a table, “But I’ve got something much more urgent on my mind now, little kotyonok.”
I know that look in his eye, I’m backing away, looking around for a way out. Any direction I can run. He’s too fast. I turn and try to get away, but he just pokes me in the ribs. He knows the spot and I’m helpless. Then he grabs me around my waist.
He lifts me effortlessly into the air, throws me onto the couch, reaches up my skirt and tears off my panties. I’m struggling, but he jabs mercilessly at all my ticklish places.
He spreads me wide, pins me down. Gives me stern looks, and then prods and squeezes me in all my vulnerable spots.
My thighs are wide and his tongue engulfs me. He trills and buzzes all over the sensitive spots around my clit before he probes, deep inside me, driving me completely insane.
His hands take full advantage of my helplessness. He tickles me cruelly while he flips me off one orgasmic plateau, and then up to another.
His long, agile tongue stretches and curls, high and deep inside me. It’s as if he finds a new place, a fresh spot, farther inside me every time.
And I have almost another eight months of this to get through.
I really hope you enjoyed that fast, sizzling tale.
How about another?
LEONID
An innocent girl
alone in Baltimore
with no idea what danger she’s in
LEONID
is her only chance
LEONID
NOW
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