Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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"Oh yes." I moan as he pounds into me.
He groans. "You're getting noisy, Malyshka." How could I not when he fills me so deliciously, and his balls keep slapping my clit, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. I moan louder when he spanks my ass.
"Adrik," I grip the doorknob because there's nothing else to grasp. It's locked, and I know someone can hear me because we are close to it. "Yes, Adrik."
"Fuck, Malyshka." He pulls me flush against his chest by the throat and pounds harder. My nipples are hard stubs, and my breasts bounce on my chest. So dirty-that's how he is fucking me.
"Open." I can barely hear him because of the buzzing in my ears. I know I obey, and he stuffs my mouth with his handkerchief. "Yes, baby." He moans, placing his hand on my belly.
I'm so close, and he is wringing me until I unravel. My head falls on his shoulder as my body tenses. His thrusts become jerky, and we're coming when he pinches my nipples. I want to scream, but I can't.
Fuck, my legs are quivering as he slips out of me. I hum at the delicious feeling he leaves me with, and he chuckles.
"How are you feeling? Got the quick fuck you begged me for?" He smirks.
"Be quiet." I roll my eyes. I just couldn't help it. He looked mighty fine with an open shirt and dress pants. "I hope your mother, or even worse, Mikhail, didn't hear me."
"So Katya can hear you?"
"No. I meant-" I scowled. "Be quiet." He laughs and pecks my lips. "We've been gone for more than a bathroom break."
I pull my dress over my breasts and fix my hair. I rinse the handkerchief, and Adrik cleans between my legs, places a kiss on my ass and sets my thong in place.
"It's nobody's business." He helps himself up and tosses the handkerchief in the bin. "Let's get back to dinner before someone comes looking for us."
He opens the door, and sure enough, Mikhail walks around the corner for us.
"There you guys are," He groans. "I've tried the bathrooms closer to the dining room, and nothing." I eye Adrik, and he looks incredulous.
"There wasn't any toilet paper." He shrugs.
"Big guy, there's plenty-" He frowns. "Never mind." He pinches the bridge of his nose, and I laugh.
"Why didn't you change your clothes? Didn't I tell you dinner is at seven?"
"Oh. I had to uhm-" Mikhail smiles.
"You had to-nothing. Change from your football clothes."
"You saw me play that game, huh? I kicked Ruslan's ass." Adrik sighs, and I can't stop smiling.
"You're good. Maybe you can play for your school. The teacher said there's a game with your school and another." Adrik says as we walk down the steps.
"Really? I don't think I'm that good. The players on the team are way older than I am."
