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She squeezes me and offers me a watery smile. “I love you too.”
My heart beats victorious in my chest, and I groan into her mouth when she reaches up and pulls my face back to hers.
“I need you, Conor,” she pleads. “I want you inside of me. I have to feel you.”
“Christ.” I pull away and look at her. “Are you sure? You just—”
“I don’t care. I miss you and I need you. I just need to feel good. Please.”
My dick is so hard I could drill a hole through the shower wall, but I’m still nervous. “We can try, but if it hurts at all, we’re stopping.”
“Okay,” she concedes.
I want inside of her now. It’s been so long, and I just want to plunge my cock into her warmth again and again. When I slide my fingers between her legs, she’s already wet for me.
Ivy moans and arches into me, and I know she won’t be able to sustain an orgasm when it’s all she can do to keep herself upright. So, I gather her up into my arms and wrap her legs around my hips, holding onto her arse to keep her in place.
Her arms fall around my shoulders, giving me open access to her beautiful tits, so perfect I want to worship them all morning. I start by licking her nipples, sucking them into my mouth and drinking in her sweetness as she squirms in my arms.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groan.
My impatient little vixen reaches down and wraps her palm around my cock, and my vision darkens at the sight of it. Her petite fingers don’t even close around the girth, and yet she takes me inside of her like a fucking champion.
“You keep doing that, and I won’t make it inside of you,” I tease.
She smiles at me warmly. “Then quit torturing me and give me what I need.”
With a request like that, how could I not? I pry my cock from her hand and rub it obscenely against her wet pussy. My balls are so tight they feel spring loaded, and I’m doubtful how long I’ll survive once I get inside her.
“Conor,” she whines.
I squeeze the head of my dick into her tight hole, and she shudders, wiggling her hips until she sinks down and bottoms out.
“Christ,” I rumble, reaching down to grope her. “Ye’re so tight baby. I need you to come for me before I blow my fucking load.”
Her nails dig into my back and she bites down on my shoulder in an attempt to stay quiet while I finger her clit. Ivy needs this as much as I do, and it doesn’t take her long. The orgasm rips through her with a violence that leaves her panting for breath, and I’m already fucking her before the aftershocks end.
So wet, and warm, and mine. I thrust up into her again and again, squeezing her ass as my eyes fall shut and my head lolls back. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but ride out of the wave as hot come spurts from my dick into her womb, filling her. Claiming her.
We are both breathless and spent when I come back down from the high, mauling her lips with a possession I refuse to water down.
“Mine,” I utter. “Only mine.”
“How is he?”
Alexei arches a brow at me. “I’d venture a guess that he’s pretty sore.”
A smile curves across both our faces as Boris walks out of the room, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he zips up his trousers. “I think I’ve taken my fill of pleasure. He’s boring me now.”
“They always bore you when they stop screaming,” Alexei muses.
They laugh, and I nod to Boris. “Thank you for your service.”
“Anytime,” he puffs out between drags.
The Russians are our allies, and Boris has helped us out many a time when the situation warranted it. Our brotherhood is a firm believer in an eye for an eye, and even though Slick might not have touched Ivy, he certainly intended to. There is only one suitable punishment for such a crime. When I open the door and find his limp body draped over a wooden bench, I have no remorse for his agony.
“You,” he slurs, eyes opening half mast. “Fucking kill me or let me go you sadistic fuck.”
