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CHAPTER FIFTEEN → HEARTBREAK AND MISERY
popper barks crazily, as boris throws me against the wall of the kitchen. i giggle hysterically, trying to weakly fight his hands away, my laughter completely swallowing my sense of what is going on. boris lightly pushes popper away with his foot, as he grabs my face with his other hand.
"go on popchik, get out!" he scolds, but a subtle playfulness hidden beneath his smirk. popper does as he is told, his small paws pattering on the kitchen tiles as he scuttles out of the kitchen- still yapping happily and wagging his fluffy tail- probably looking for xandra.
boris turns his face towards mine, still squishing my cheeks with one hand, making my lips pout. "now, where where we, hmm?"
soon enough, his tongue finds mine, as my body is further pressed against the wall, our groins grinding together in a filthy but beautiful melody. i then feel his cold and bony hand travel down my waist, to my pants. i quickly smack his hand away, my eyes scanning the kitchen frantically. "in the kitchen? are you crazy?"
boris laughs, flashing his foreign pearls, and biting his tongue between them. he grabs my hand, raising it to his mouth, and pressing a small kiss to my knuckles.
"alright, your room, then?" he asks, wiggling a thick eyebrow at me. i roll my eyes, letting out a small snicker.
"c'mon, before i get soft! we don't have much time!" boris yelps, grabbing my hand tighter, as he drags me out of the kitchen and up the staircase. i continue giggling frantically as he leads me into my room, slamming the door closed behind us.
after shedding our clothes and practically leaping into my bed, i begin feeling my stomach churn. it's an odd sensation, an out of body experience almost. i've been clean of drugs and alcohol for a whole week since discovering the baby growing inside me, but the cigarettes are something i still manage to grapple onto. maybe the stomach pains are a cry to stop-from the baby- but i find myself being selfish in which i have to indulge in these last few hours with boris.
in a matter of minuets, and struggling to wiggle my panties off, boris and i are back at it. what we do best- making each other feel good.
he was big down there, sure, but i didn't really have anyone to compare him to. his skin was cold, and his hair was sticking to my forehead. it was in our way, flopping over his face like the unkept mane it was. he felt good while he was on top, but i didn't want our last to be controlled by him.
i roll him over. it takes a fair effort to push over his muscle, but he eventually ends up on his back. he embraces me tight, sucking my lips between his with a hot wet kiss. i roll my hips, allowing his hands to curl around me. as i ride him i hear rain on the windows. his moans are mixed with the wind. he looks good from his angle, drenched in his own sweat while his hair is a halo around him against the pillow.
