“You ready, lyubimaya? I can’t hold on much longer,” he groans, his voice agonized.
“Yes!” I gasp, my clit throbbing with anticipation.
Releasing a carnal grunt, Mishka shoves inside me to the hilt, and as he crushes my clit beneath his hips, he presses against my G-spot.
“Oh, God!” I gasp as my orgasm rips through me like a hurricane.
I explode around him, gripping his cock with my walls, and Mishka bursts inside me, pouring his seed deep into my depths. Cum seeps out around his cock as he fills me to overflowing, and we gasp together as he holds me.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he murmurs as my pulse slowly returns to normal.
As he eases out of me, rolling onto the bed beside me, I turn to snuggle against his side.
“You know, I think when it gets right down to it, this is all Boris’s fault,” I joke. “If he hadn’t stolen my shoe, I might never have run into you the day we met.”
Mishka chuckles. “Literally,” he says, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.
I smile, recalling that day with such warmth and affection it brings tears to my eyes.
“I’ll have to remember that and spoil him with treats more often,” he adds, his hand running softly up and down my arm.
“He’d like that,” I hum, perfectly content.
As we lie there together, I know that nothing could match my happiness. Whatever twist of fate brought Mishka to me, I can’t thank my stars enough. Because I’m the one who’s lucky.
We live a blessed life, and I intend to spend every day for the rest of my life cherishing it.