Page 12 of Bedazzled
He has the nerve to smile at me innocently. “Yes, Morozov Holdings has multiple business ventures.”
I seize another drink off the tray of a passing server.
One hour later, Yuri’s limo was cruising slowly around Central Park while I straddled the man and rode him like he was in the lead at the Kentucky Derby.
“YA skuchal po etoy ideal'noy zadnitse,” he grunted. His fingers were digging into my ass and thrusting me harder against him.
“Tr- tr- translation, please?” I gasped.
He pushed me down, burying his cock high enough to puncture a lung. “I said, I have missed your perfect ass,” he said, kissing me greedily.
“Trust me, it’s my pussy that has missed you,” I laughed breathlessly.
Yuri gently pushed me back with a hand on my breasts, making my spine arch. Running the heel of his hand against my stomach, he groaned. “Feel this.” He put my hand under his and I could feel the solid bulge of his cock under my skin.
“Oh, my- fuck! Yuri! Fuck!” I’m not super articulate when I come.
Another hour later and the poor driver was still cruising Central Park. I was lying on top of Yuri, his magical bedazzled cock finally softening inside me and I was boneless.
“Would this count as a date?” Yuri finally said, and I laughed weakly until I felt his cock getting hard again.
“No! No more of that right now! Look, Cockmaster General, I can’t think straight when you’re doing that.” I feebly tried to move away before he could start his pearl-encrusted mojo on me again. He relented and lifted me easily off his most prized possession. Or maybe it’smymost prized of his possessions, I was on the comfortable leather seat again and after he tidied me with his pocket square, monogrammed, of course, Yuri gently pulled my undies back up.
“Drink, darling.” He offered me a chilled bottle of water from the bar.
“Do you have anything stronger in that fancy limo bar, babe?” I angled to sit on my right butt cheek because my pussy was too sore. Unfortunately, he noticed and cupped my stinging girl parts with one huge, warm hand.
“Are you all right?” It was so adorable; this big Russian gangster actually looks concerned.
“Yeah, I just need a way to put all the parts of my pussy back together,” I was trying to make a little joke and he was not amused.
“I should have spent more time getting you ready,” Yuri said, deep recrimination in his tone.
“Oh, my god, you’re so sweet you’re making the fillings in my teeth hurt! I’m good, I promise.” Heaving a little sigh, I rest my head on his lovely, broad shoulder,“Reallygood.”
“You did not answer my question,” he said, barely keeping the Smug out of his tone, “does this count as a date?”
I sat up to take a glass of champagne from him. “Why is that important?”
“Because if this was a date,” he said patiently, “I believe it went rather well. So, you should have no reason to refuse another?”
“Just because we were doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch doesn’t mean this was a date, Yuri!” I was trying to think of something more articulate to say but my IQ apparently ran off with my orgasms.
He choked on his drink so it took him a minute to respond. “I am impressed by your extensive gift for metaphors. But I do believe this-” he made a circular gesture indicating the backseat of sin, “does show we share a certain spark. Join me on a proper date.”
“Yuri, I told you. I have the worst taste in boyfriends…” I wanted to. I really wanted to date this guy because Yuri was a god among men. “Breaking up with some loser because he wanted a threesome with my cousin-”
“I will break both his legs,” Yuri interrupted me.
“No! No, Yuri, we don’t do that in polite society! We like, hack their Con Ed account and get their gas turned off in the middle of winter or something. But what I’m trying to say is, dumping that troll didn’t give me a second of heartache. But ending it with a man like you…” My stupid throat closed up.
He took my hand, kissing it gently. “Why not use your legendary courage and just… see how you feel after a date or two. No pressure, yes?”
When I was a kid, we’d go down to the Houdaille Quarry in New Jersey to go swimming and I would climb to the top of those sheer stone walls to jump. I couldn’t look down, I had to run full out and jump or I’d never do it. Looking at Yuri, I remembered how it felt, screaming all the way down and plunging into the cool, dark water.
“Okay. One date, Yuri. One.”
Chapter Four
