Dirty Kisses_Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

by Kenya Wright

“Oh!”

  I thrust in hard, wanting us to orgasm together. “You’re so wet, but I’m going to make you even more messy.”

  She groaned.

  “Tell me you want this cum inside of you.”

  “Fill me.” Her body trembled under mine.

  I tenderly pinched her clit, pushing her further over the edge. And then her body tensed against mine.

  “Oh, Kaz,” she screamed as her orgasm took her.

  She was beautiful—all ragged breaths and bucking hips. And then I fell into my own orgasm, rocking into her like a madman, unable to control my cock or body.

  Fuck! You’re mine, Emily. All fucking mine.

  I filled her up with me, soaking that warm pussy and dripping all over her. And there was no worry about making her pregnant or anything else. These past days had proven that our lives were out of control, but definitely meant to be linked together.

  But for how long? And why am I even thinking about this?

  Coming down from her orgasm, she fell back into the bed. “Oh my God.”

  I glanced at the opened window. We were moving, and barely a minute or so from taking off.

  Oblivious, she rode the aftershocks of pleasure, and all I wanted to do was take care of her.

  Completely out of character, I rose from the bed, went into the bathroom, and grabbed a warm cloth. When I returned, she lay on her side, close to falling asleep.

  Her legs were still open. My cum shimmered on her entrance.

  I’m cleaning her pussy. She has no idea how much I’m under her control. She can’t ever know. In fact, no one could ever know.

  I wiped away the mess I’d made of her lovely pussy, whispering my vow to come back and lick her later. I doubted Emily heard me as she fell asleep.

  Get some rest. We have ten hours on this plane, and I plan on using them.

  I watched her sleep, unsure of what to do with myself. Any other time, I would’ve sent the woman I’d fucked on her way. There would’ve been no reason for her to remain in my bed. Once I’d gotten some pussy, I was done.

  But with Emily, there would be no done. At least, no time in this future.

  What is she doing to me?

  I frowned as I lay down next to her.

  Yawning, she snuggled up against me.

  I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. “What will I do with you, little mysh?”

  The plane’s engine rumbled harder as it lifted us in the air, causing the bed to vibrate under its power. Emily trembled against me, but never woke up.

  You’re missing your first take off. Don’t worry, mysh, there will be other flights and other times I fuck you to sleep.

  As if she heard my thoughts through her dreams, she rolled over to me. I tightened my hold around her. Our warm bodies molded together—breasts to chest. Arms and legs entangled. Scents mingled with the silk of the sheets.

  A minute later, the plane roared even more and lifted us higher into the sky. Emily trembled a little. Next came soft snores from her parted lips and the sound of her heartbeats thumping against mine.

  What will become of us? What will happen to the mouse and the lion?

 

 

 

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