Authors: Roxie Rivera
Sitting back on his heels, Sergei reached for the box of condoms and ripped into them. He grabbed a strip, tore one package free and split open the foil wrapper. "Open your legs."
Swallowing hard, I did as instructed, parting my thighs for him and letting him gaze upon the dewy, womanly center of me. His massive cock stood at attention, the ruddy tip point right at me. He ran his hands over his shaft and cupped his sac before rolling on the condom. Scooting between my legs, he put his hands on my inner thighs and pushed them even farther apart. "Show me where you want my cock, Bianca."
Embarrassed, I hissed, "Sergei!"
"Show me where you want my cock—or else I'll choose and you might not like it as much."
Gulping at the idea of his thick penis intruding into the one spot I had never let any man touch, I hurriedly reached down to touch my pussy. "I want you here."
"Let me see. Open yourself to me."
Lightheaded with desire, I separated the slick, hot petals of my sex to show him exactly where I wanted that big dick of his. "Here. Sergei, I want you right here."
Gripping the base of his shaft, my Russian lover pulled the fat crown of his cock between my labia. Flashbacks of our naughty play on the table this morning popped before my eyes. I wondered if I would ever be able to have a bowl of cereal there without thinking of the dirty things this unbelievably passionate man had done to me.
"
Unnhhh
." I moaned loudly when Sergei finally thrust into me. My pussy had never taken anything so big, and it protested the sudden invasion of his monster-sized shaft. My hands flew to his chest as he bore down on me. "Wait! Oh!
Wait!
"
Sergei went still. Concern darkened his face. "Am I hurting you?"
I shook my head and bit my lower lip. Sliding my hands to his shoulders, I pulled him down for a kiss. "Easy," I pleaded. "Just go easy."
"Anything you want," he whispered and claimed a loving kiss. Rocking slowly, he thrust deeper, then retreated and thrust into me again. He took his time, increasing his pace and force gradually.
Our foreheads touched, and he let loose a needful groan. "Baby, you're so fucking tight. It's killing me." His tongue tangled with mine. "So good."
I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing Sergei call me his baby. Clutching his shoulders, I wrapped my thighs around him and held on tight for the ride of my life. He snapped those trim hips of his and ran his hands over my breasts. When he pinched my nipple, I cried out and arched up against him. "Oh!"
He buried in his face in the curve of my neck and whispered my name. His hand traveled down to my belly to the spot where our bodies were joined. He framed my clit between two fingers and stimulated the throbbing nub until I shattered beneath him. Head thrown back, I howled and shuddered with utter ecstasy. "Sergei!"
His lips dragged along my neck and across my cheek before settling against mine. Still thrusting into me, he fucked my mouth with his tongue, mimicking the way our bodies undulated together atop the bed. Just as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, he tore away from my mouth and began to rub my clit faster. "Again, Bianca. Come for me again."
I tried to brush away his hand. I was so sensitive, and his swirling fingers made me tremble and gasp. "I can't."
"You can." He nibbled my lower lip. "Come, Bianca. Squeeze me with your pussy and come."
Staring into his dark eyes, I realized how completely he controlled me. Here, in my bedroom, I seemed to be totally at his mercy. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him, especially not when he commanded me in that baritone voice of hiss.
God, everything he did to me just felt so good. My body hummed beneath his. Those swirling fingertips pushed me right over the edge again. My thighs tensed as he pounded into me. His cock stretched and filled me and brought me to a mind-blowing climax. "
Sergei!
"
He rocked into me until I sagged against the bed, limp and boneless and unable to move—but he wasn’t done with me yet. Withdrawing from me, Sergei fell onto his back, reached over and hauled me right on top of him. I gasped when he gripped my hips and pushed me into the position he wanted.
Suddenly anxious about my weight, I shook my head. "No, I'm too heavy. This isn't a good—"
He popped my backside with both hands, his flattened palms cracking my bottom. "Hush."
"Ow!"
He soothed the sting with his loving hands. "I'm a big man, Bianca. I can take everything you give me." He thrust up into my slick, wet heat. "Woman, you were made for a man like me."
Heart racing, I gazed into his sincere face and realized he meant every word of it. He grasped my ass in both hands, pulled me forward and then pushed me back on his lap. "Fuck me, Bianca. It's your turn to make me come."
Without any experience in this position, I moved awkwardly at first. Sergei seemed to sense that I needed some help so he guided my movements with his strong hands. It didn't take me long to figure out what he liked. I grew more confident in my abilities and rode his cock like a damned cowgirl.
Beneath me, Sergei groaned and massaged my bottom. When his finger drifted between my cheeks, I tensed, my pussy clutching at his cock as he brushed a part of me that had never been breached.
"Haven't you ever—?"
"No!" I interrupted him before he could even finish that thought. "And don't get any dirty ideas, Sergei. You are not putting your—"
"Cock?"
"Yes."
"In this perfect, tight ass?"
"No!"
He shot me one of those sinfully mischievous smiles. "We'll see."
"No, we won't."
"Later," he said and sat up to kiss me. "Right now, I'm more interested in coming inside this sweet pink cunt of yours."
"Sergei!" I couldn't believe the way he said the word with such ease. Yet I couldn't deny how freaking hot it sounded and how much I loved the things he did to me.
"Give my mouth something else to do, and I'll stop using these dirty words that make you blush." He hugged me tight and flicked his tongue to mine. With his cock fully sheathed in my channel, we traded erotically charged kisses until we were both panting and shaking.
Sergei fell back to the bed and thrust up into me again. Planting his feet on the mattress, he cradled my bottom with his bent legs and started to jackhammer my pussy. Mouth agape, I cried out again and again as he showed me exactly what his magnificently toned body could do.
I hadn't expected to climax again, but Sergei ripped a shockingly unanticipated orgasm from me just seconds before he thrust up into me so hard it nearly bucked me off his lap. With those steely arms encircling me, he growled my name and jerked beneath me while he enjoyed his release.
Sweating and huffing, we collapsed together in the center of my bed. Sergei brushed the damp strands of hair from my face and kissed me sweetly. We smiled at each other and enjoyed a few moments of afterglow. When he pulled away from me and headed for the bathroom, I rolled onto my side and enjoyed the view of his fine, taut ass. Giggling like a fool, I tried to convince myself that this wasn't a dream and that he actually belonged to me.
He picked up the destroyed box of condoms, switched off the lamps and rejoined me in bed a few minutes later. I hadn't missed the way he had taken the side of the bed between me and the door. The old school action of placing his body between mine and any danger assured me he had probably checked every door and window in the house while I showered. It seemed he meant every word about protecting me and keeping me safe.
Despite having just made love to me, Sergei didn't seem satisfied with merely cuddling until we fell asleep. In the darkness, he caressed my body and kissed me until I vibrated with desire. His cock didn't remain sated long. The blazing hot length of it nudged my belly and rubbed against my thigh.
When I heard him slapping around on the bedside table for the strip of condoms he had placed there, I couldn't help but laugh. "Sergei! We just had sex. You can't seriously want to go again."
"You'll be lucky if I let you get four hours of sleep tonight."
"I thought you were going running with Vivian in the morning. Don't you need to rest?"
The crinkly tear of the wrapper echoed in the stillness of my bedroom. "I'd rather be buried deep in your pussy than get an extra hour of sleep. Now come here."
"No!" I playfully tried to evade his clutching paws, but Sergei easily won the mock battle. Giggling, I pushed against his chest, but it was impossible to move his solid frame. He swooped down for a kiss, his face highlighted by the moonlight streaming through my wooden blinds, but I turned my face at the last second, denying his prize. "No way! I'm tired."
"Hush."
Thinking he was trying to shush my half-hearted protests, I turned back toward him. I fully expected him to kiss me now, but instead I found him staring at my open bedroom door. His entire body had gone rigid. "What is—?"
I didn't get the rest of my question out. He placed his fingertips against my mouth, gently silencing me as he listened for something. Holding my breath, I strained to hear whatever it was that had killed his amorous mood.
A long, whining creak pierced the night. My heart leapt into my throat as the unmistakable tap of footsteps met my ears. Someone was walking across back porch directly beneath my bedroom!
In a flash of movement so fast it startled me, Sergei moved off the bed. He hefted me up off the mattress and hurriedly pushed me toward the bathroom. After dropping a quick kiss on the top of my head, he shoved me inside the room. "Lock the door."
It clicked shut softly behind him as he disappeared. Stunned by the way he had switched from lover to protector in the blink of an eye, I stared at the closed door. A few seconds later, I shook myself from the stupor and wondered what I was supposed to do now.
Locking the door and waiting for Sergei's return was probably the safest course of action…but what if he got hurt? What if the creep prowling around my house was armed? The thought of Sergei being shot or stabbed made me sick.
Disobeying Sergei's direct order, I left the bathroom and scurried across my bedroom in search of my phone. Slipping back into my chemise and robe, I dialed 9-1-1 and prayed the police would get here before anything bad happened.
Out for blood, Sergei slowly unlocked the front door and slipped onto the porch. The newly installed door opened with barely a whisper of noise, permitting him to leave the house without alerting the asshole creeping around Bianca's property. Sticking to the shadows, he edged the front of the house and carefully rounded the corner of the wraparound porch.
As he crept along the right side of her home, he listened carefully for any indication that the prowler was walking toward him. Hearing nothing, he wondered if the man had gone off into the grass or if he'd already made his way to the left side of the house. Over the soundtrack of crickets and cicadas, Sergei detected a low, creaking groan as weight settled on an old wooden step. A second later, wood crunched and splintered and a grunt of pain filled the air.
Got you!
Earlier, when coming back from parking his SUV, Sergei had noticed the step along the back needed to be ripped out and replaced. He had actually been surprised it bore his weight without snapping. Apparently, the prowler hadn't been so lucky.
Running around the porch, Sergei spotted the lumpy shadow of a man crouched on the ground. "Hey!"
The prowler's head popped up, but it was too dark in the backyard for Sergei to get a good look at him. He seemed to be a medium-sized man. The bastard had quick reflexes and leapt to his feet, dashing around the side of the house and disappearing.
As Sergei made chase, he realized the man knew the neighborhood well because he had taken a shortcut from Bianca's yard that spit him out on the side street. Irritated that he had lost the man, Sergei relied on his instincts and took a hard left.
Wearing only his running shorts and sneakers, he silently scolded himself for not grabbing something to defend himself. He had left his gun tucked away in his vehicle because he had been more interested in getting inside the shower with Bianca. If Nikolai could see him now, he would surely make a quip about thinking with his little head instead of the bigger one.
Coming to a corner, Sergei slowed his pace. He followed the curve cautiously and spotted an alley up ahead. The dark roadway between tall privacy fences was too shadowy for him to scout properly. The man he was chasing had probably taken up a position there to ambush him and inflict an injury.
The sound of running footsteps ricocheted off the privacy fences. The sound grew louder and sharper, telling Sergei the man was headed right for him. Hugging the closest fence, Sergei prepared to attack the man when he burst out of the protective shadows. Hands clenched, he lifted his arms high and counted down the seconds until he struck. The footsteps drew nearer, and Sergei swung his arms toward the oncoming man, fully intending to clothesline the creep.
But when the man burst out of the alley, Sergei's eyes widened with shock. It wasn't a prowler. It was a police officer on a foot pursuit!