RUSLAN VETROV
"Sit." I commanded in a low voice gesturing to the kitchen counter. A hesitant look lingered in her eyes as she fingered the hem of my shirt. "Don't get shy on me now, Elena."
"I'm not fucking you." She repeated again, more to herself than me. "Don't seduce me."
A deep laugh left my mouth. "Okay then."
"Okay then." She replied in a soft voice before moving over to the counter. I watched as the t-shirt crawled up her soft skin, revealing an inch of her bare ass as she climbed to sit on the kitchen counter.
"I want to put my mouth on you. I promise you'll like it."
Her mouth went dry. She looked away as a blush creeped across her cheeks, and goddamn if it didn't make me harder.
After a second, she nodded and shot me an innocent look. She looked sweet, and fragile. I couldn't tell if this girl wanted me or wanted to fucking mess with my head. Either way I couldn't wait to get my dirty hands on her pure body.
I ran my fingers through my dark hair, and then over my beard, thinking about what I was going to do to her.
"Do you always take this long?" She asked in a taunting voice, pouting those red lips of hers.
The corner of my lips tipped. "You're the first."
She went silent. I could hear the wheels clanking and turning in that pretty little head of hers. "Legs open, koshechka."
She rolled her eyes. "Manners, Sin. You have to learn them. Don't order me around."
That made me laugh. "My apologies." I said, amused. "Open your fucking legs, Elena."
My words sent a shudder through her tight little body, and she threw a dark glare at me. She was quiet for a moment. There was nothing more interesting than watching her.
I rolled up my sleeves, watching silently as she spread her legs wide for me. I stood in front of her, my arms crossed, and I could see her horny cunt dripping down to the kitchen counter. Inviting me to fuck it.
Fuck. Why did the only woman I ever wanted to have to be taken?
"Look at that. You've been thinking about me, Elena?"
She shot me a dirty look. Her expression was intense, and it made my heart clench. "Just a little."
Her sultry words sent a rush of heat down to my groin. Fuck, I was hard. I rested both of my arms on either side of the counter, bringing my face closer to hers.
Her red pouty lips twitched. Those lips. I was obsessed with those bright red lips, still perfect as it was when she applied it earlier in the day and now I wanted to smear it. Preferably around my mouth.
"Lay back."
She obeyed this time. Her long dark hair cascaded down the kitchen counter begging for me to claim, tug and twist to my will. I ignored the twitch in my hands, flexing my palm across the marble counter.
I reached down, rubbing my cock through my boxer briefs, and trying to relieve the ache Elena Cassano had burnt into me. Bending down slightly, I could sense her keen stare on me, her hands twitching against my t-shirt.
"You wanna touch too?" I asked with a brow raised.
The girl shot me a dark, dirty look that sent heat down to my groin.
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Sinful Addiction
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