If she’d have me, I’d claim the fuck out Lucy. Body and soul. Especially that soul of hers. I’d teach her what it’s like to be truly loved. Deeply loved. Revered, cared for, cherished. Honored.
“Nice to meet you, Lucy,” Anna says, ducking her head almost like she’s bowing to a princess. She releases the door, and it slides closed.
The moment it shuts, I’m on Lucy. I back against the elevator wall and pin her wrists beside her head. I deliver a searing kiss to her mouth then across her jaw and down her neck. I nip and bite at her nipple beneath her blouse. All the while, I push my thigh between her legs and rub it.
Surprisingly, she kisses me back.
Eagerly.
Like she wants me as much as I want her.
Me. Not just sexual satisfaction.
I don’t know what changed. I’m not sure I care. I just know I can’t wait to get inside her and pound until we both shout.
The elevator stops on the top floor, and I don’t stop kissing Lucy. Using her wrists as leverage, I rotate her away from the wall and walk her backward out the elevator and into the hall. My lips lock on hers, my tongue sweeps between her lips, fucking her mouth like our lives depend on it.
She moans softly.
“I need you naked,” I mutter, my accent thick.
I push into the penthouse and stop kissing her only because we have a momentary audience.
Maxim chuckles as I maneuver Lucy quickly past the living room to my room. “I do believe someone’s getting under Ravil’s skin,” he observes.
I ignore it all. Nothing matters but getting Lucy in my room, in my bed. I close the door behind us and pull off her blouse. She undoes my pants, reaching in to grasp my member. I shudder at the pleasure, catching her nape and drawing her up close to my body.
“That’s it, kitten,” I coax hoarsely. “Squeeze it like you mean it.”
She tightens her grip on my cock, pumping a few times as I try to focus enough to unclasp her bra.
“You’re so beautiful. A goddess,” I murmur. I’m not sure if I’m speaking English or Russian. I toe off my shoes and step out of my pants. Lucy doesn’t take her hand off my dick when she tries to take off my shirt. Instead, she thrusts her fingers in the open V at my collar and tears it open, popping buttons and dragging my mouth against hers again.
“Beautiful, beautiful woman.” I get her skirt off. Her panties down.
She drops to her knees.
I nearly come at the sight.
“Lucy,” I choke before she’s even taken me into her mouth.
“I want to taste,” she says in a very un-Lucy-like, coquettish way. She licks around the base of my head.
A drop of pre-cum emerges, and she licks it off, lifting her sultry gaze to me.
Oh Jesus. Blyat.
She takes me into her mouth, and my knees kick back and lock, I throw my head back in ecstasy. But then I have to look down again because there’s nothing quite so beautiful as my unsubmissive-submissive at my feet. She takes me into the pocket of her cheek, sucking as she moves over my length, then directs me straight down the back of her throat. She chokes a little but doesn’t pull off, just goes slow, adjusting.
My thighs start to shake. I’m already so close to the edge. It feels so good. Lucy is skilled, but it’s not her expertise, it’s the fact that it’s Lucy. That she wanted to give me this. After holding everything from me from the very beginning. Something hard and hidden deep in my chest comes unmoored.
I wrap my hand around the back of her head and fuck her face, starting to lose control.
But no.
I want her satisfied, too. With great effort, I manage to pull out of her mouth. “Come, kitten,” I say roughly. I help her up and guide her onto the bed. “On your side,” I order, and she obeys. I tug her stacked knees around to angle her ass at the edge of the bed where I can enter her from standing.
One stroke of my finger verifies she’s dripping wet.
She always is. Even when she’s slapping my face and angry, her body always wants me.
Always welcomes me.
It knows its master even if she does not.
I ease in even though I’m ready to slam. She lifts one knee to give me better access. Looks at the place where our bodies connect with glassy eyes, pupils blown.
I hook my elbow under her top thigh to hold it up as I push in deeper. One slow withdrawal. Another deep push.
She reaches between her legs to rub her clit.
Blyat.
“Nyet,” I scold.
She withdraws her hand, looking up at me in confusion.
“Who owns your orgasms?” I’m feeling fucking proprietary at the moment. She gave herself to me, and I’m taking her. All of her. Every. Last. Bit.
I bring the pad of my thumb to the apex of her sex, applying gentle pressure as I continue to scythe in and out of her. “You sucked my cock so well, kitten. Should I let you come first?”
She shakes her head. “No,” she pants. “With you.”
With me.
Well, fuck.
That hard hidden thing that broke free in my chest crumbles even more. I fuck her harder. Faster. I bang the hell out of my beautiful, pregnant lawyer, watching as she turns as incoherent as I feel, her cheeks feverish, her hair tangling on the bedspread.
I lean in, pushing her top thigh toward her shoulder, applying more of my weight in each brutal thrust.
“You like it rough, kitten?”
“No,” she gasps. “Yes!”
She probably doesn’t even know her own name right now. I’m sure I don’t.
“You ready to come, kotyonok?”
“Yes,” she gasps quickly. “Yes, yes, yes. Please.”
Blyat. I’m ready, too.
I close my eyes and drag in ragged breaths. My movements grow jerky as I get closer, closer, and then pleasure explodes. I slam in deep and come hard, rubbing Lucy’s clit like it’s my lucky button.