Love of the Game - The Complete Collection (Box Set)

by Shayne McClendon

  As his big tongue circled her clit, she arched into his mouth, wanting him closer, needing more of what he was offering. Nikolai was more than happy to give it to her.

  A broad finger slipped inside her pussy and she felt how slick she was, how ready. He started thrusting in and out, rubbing the pads along the walls of her channel until she was mindless, and whispering his name over and over.

  His mouth never stopped licking and suckling at her, at last focusing on her clit until she was lifting her hips, grinding herself against his mouth. He added another thick finger, his strokes turning powerful, and she shattered into climax with his name a scream on her lips.

  He licked her down, taking the release that spilled from her body on his tongue as he gradually worked to bring her back up again. Before she lost her mind, she sat up and turned on the bed forcing him to roll to his side, wanting him in her mouth.

  He sucked air through his clenched teeth when she gripped the base of his cock and licked the underside of the flared head.

  “Demitria, I cannot have you touching me, I will not last. There is no way.”

  “Nikolai, that is my plan exactly.” He was huge. Demi wrapped both hands around him, one fist on top of the other, and licked the drop of pre-come beaded on the tip of his cock. He rolled to his back and pulled her over him. Her knees nudged against the tops of his shoulders and she whimpered. “It isn’t right to try and distract me.”

  His mouth returned to eating her, his fingers working inside her again as she took him into her mouth. Nikolai’s growl against her throbbing clit had her coming again and he sealed his mouth against her, sucking lightly. Demi worked him, twisting her hands as she stroked and sucked him. When one hand palmed his heavy ball sac, his hips came off the bed and she moaned around him.

  His fingers slapped lightly against her mound and she almost came again. Her body was so slick, so ready after everything he’d given. She lightly scraped her teeth over his cock head, licked him, sucked him to her throat until he was getting impossibly harder, his balls drawing tight and telling her how close he was.

  Nothing mattered but tasting his release. She had to have it. She used her hands, lips, teeth, and tongue to get it until his entire body was tense with the need to come.

  Nikolai was begging her, his accent thick, his voice low. She ignored him and worked harder, taking him deeper than any man before. Hands tightened on her ass as he lifted, fucking between her lips.

  “Demitria, I am going to come. Oh my God! Yes, yes, take it, take it all. Fuck yes.” She swallowed the hard jets of his semen, the motion of her throat milking him harder and making him grown. When he was spent, she cleaned him like a cat while he recovered his senses.

  He pulled her up and slammed her flat on her back, her face flushed with her need. As he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock poised at the entrance of her hot pussy, he was glad he was still hard as forged iron.

  “Demitria, I do not want to hurt you.” She rose up and kissed him deep, tasting the blend of their bodily fluids. Then she wrapped her long legs around his back and lifted herself fast into him. He was buried halfway inside her and she was moaning. “Go easy. So tight.” She said nothing, just worked harder, burying him another inch. “You are going to kill me. I am too big for you to do that.”

  “Nikolai, fuck…me…now. I’m fine.” He didn’t look convinced.

  Demi took his face in her hands. “I’ve wanted you for years, but I never thought anything would happen between us. I knew, absolutely knew, how big you had to be. I bought a fake cock almost your size. I couldn’t come unless I used it, Nikolai. Imagined you fucking me while I buried a huge fake cock in my pussy. I may be tight, but I’m in no pain.”

  She reached between their bodies and stroked the section of his shaft he was holding back, watching the lust try to take over in his eyes.

  He stared down at her for a long time. “Demitria? You have thought about me for years?”

  “Nothing really sexual until I came back from school, but yeah.”

  He kissed her hard and she was grinding her hips into him. Then he was pressing into her, he upper body supported by his forearms.

  “Yes, Nikolai. More, please more. I need it.”

  She did. Nikolai could hear it in her voice and see it in her face.

  With a deep breath, he drew back and powered into her, burying himself to the hilt in her tight pussy and going still, letting her adjust. She didn’t want him still, moving her hips under him until he began to move.

  “Demitria. You are heaven. Six years I have wanted you, since you were too young. And now to finally feel your pussy wrapped around me, so tight and wet like a velvet fist, I cannot tell you.”

  “You feel so good, so big. Fuck me hard, Nikolai.” He groaned loudly and rested his head against her shoulder before raising it again to peer down into her eyes. “Fuck me, Nikolai. Don’t hold back. I need you, all of you. Just as you are.”

  He stared for a long time, and then leaned down to kiss her tenderly. As he pulled back, he gave her a smile.

  Demi shuddered in pleasure as Nikolai’s thrusts went deeper and harder. He tilted her ass up with one hand and wedged his thigh beneath it. He gripped her hip, holding her in place as he powered into her with full force. She felt him at her cervix. Never had she felt a man so deep in her body. His face was a mask of need, of hunger, all his attention on her face.

  The first climax hit her on the sixth stroke and Demi was coming so hard she wouldn’t have known her own name. Every muscle tensed, every nerve suddenly felt closer to the surface of her skin. A scream was locked in her throat until his next thrust dislodged it on a rough inhalation of much-needed air.

  She arched, plastering her aching breasts against him, her legs tight around his hips. Nikolai wasn’t done. He never slowed, fucking her harder, deeper, faster, and pushed her toward a second orgasm minutes after the first.

  “Come with me, Nikolai,” was all she could manage as her pussy clamped around him, his growling moan attesting to how good it felt.

  He roared her name, his huge body going taut. His name was a chant on Demi’s lips as he powered forward twice more, his come exploding from the head of his cock until he wondered if he could pass out from the sudden release of pressure.

  His forehead dropped to her shoulder and they held tight to one another, gasping for breath as their hearts pounded in their chests. He was still thrusting slowly in and out of her body, almost as if he didn’t realize he was doing it.

  His mouth at her ear murmured to her in Russian and suddenly she was coming again, her climax a gentle wave compared to the typhoon that had raged moments before.

  He lifted up on his forearms to look down at her, her eyes drowsy and her face flushed with satisfaction. His cock was still buried deep, barely diminished, and nudging against her womb. Fingers that were so gentle for their size pushed hair from her damp face.

  Then he went still. Demi’s legs slid over his ass, coming to rest on the backs of his thighs. Her hands kneaded his shoulders and neck as she watched him above her.

  “I have been in love with you for years, Demitria. Trying to find anyone I could want like I wanted you when I got desperate but never satisfied. Having to watch you train, watch you fight, knowing you were dating and dying to beat the fuck out of all of them. Wanting to take you, make you mine…never believing I was good enough to have you.”

  Demi smiled sadly, reaching up to trace his lips with the tip of her finger. “Nikolai, I wish I’d known. I only dated because I was lonely. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. I thought you thought of me like a little sister, that you’d never even consider me as a lover. I wanted you so bad…so bad.” She lifted her head, kissing him softly.

  “I knew what I felt was love when you carried me out of the ring after I got hurt. You made it to me first. You were the only person whose face I wanted to see above me when I was scared and in pain, and there you were. I haven’t slept with anyone els
e since that night. That’s one of the reasons I was so furious about the limo thing. You…you withdrew from me even more after that.” Her eyes reflected her pain and hurt. “I thought you were disgusted with me.”

  “No, Demitria. I wanted you too much. I could not trust myself around you. Then you were humiliated, furious with men in general, and I did not wish to add to it.”

  Demi’s smile of understanding lit up his world and then he was kissing her, loving her with his mouth while his hands stroked over her body. They were both slick with sweat.

  She took his face in her hands. “I don’t want to waste another minute. I love you, Nikolai. I need you.” One side of her mouth curved seductively as she added, “And please feel free to speak to me in Russian any time you like. That is so hot.”

  He grinned and started moving inside her again, his cock thick and hard as if he hadn’t come twice already. Sitting up on his knees, Nikolai pulled her with him until their chests were touching, her legs crossing behind his ass against the bed.

  He fucked her slow and easy, lifting and lowering her pussy on his cock again and again, kneading her ass in his palms and kissing her until she was breathless. She didn’t know what he was saying to her, but he never stopped talking as he worked her toward ecstasy again.

  “That feels so good, so good. I feel so feminine with you, Nikolai, I need someone stronger than me. I walk over everyone else…yes. Just like that. More please. Your cock is so hot, so hard.”

  She was coming around him, going tight and kissing his neck, her head resting on his shoulder as he did all the work. It was a long time before the effects of her orgasm eased enough for her mind to work again.

  He kept his movements slow and steady. “I love you, Demitria. Marry me?”

  She pulled back to look in his eyes, taking the pleasure he was giving her as her heart clenched in want and fear. “Really? Are you sure? Nikolai, you don’t have to ask because of my family…”

  He went still and held her tight, stilling his cock’s exploration in the depths of her pussy. “Demitria, I do not care about your family when it comes to this. I want you to marry me, to let me love you and take care of you for the rest of my life. I would never ask if I did not love you and need you with me.” He kissed her so hard she couldn’t breathe. “Marry me, Demitria. Be my wife.”

  She was nodding and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes, Nikolai. God, yes.”

  He went back to making love to her, telling her in his native tongue how much he loved her, needed her, and couldn’t live without her. When they hit the peak together she was hugging him hard and crying, whispering that he was all she’d ever really needed.

  They fell to the bed, whispering softly, stroking, and kissing. Demitria was almost asleep when Nikolai sat up and put his head in his hands. He groaned, “Shit. Her father will kill me.”

  She lifted her body up on her elbow and put her hand on his shoulder. “Nikolai, what is it? What?” His face when he looked at her was agonized.

  “I…I completely forgot to use a condom, Demitria. I am so sorry. I have never forgotten, not once. I was just so…caught up.” He shook his head. “There is no excuse for this.”

  Demi smiled, loving the man even more. “You aren’t the only one who forgot. I never have before either. Nikolai, I’ve been on birth control for my periods since I was fourteen. It’s okay. Really. I can tell you this, now that I’ve felt you inside me without a condom, I’ll never let you use one when we’re together. I love the feel of your cock in my pussy, skin to skin. Why are you so upset?”

  He stood abruptly and reached for his jeans. “Demi, get dressed. We are taking a little trip.” Tugging the denim over his lean hips, he left them unbuttoned as he said something in Russian that must have meant hurry up.

  Demitria was very confused. “I don’t…what? Where are we going?”

  Making a small tsking noise, he reached to pull her from the tangle of linens, setting her on her feet. Taking in her nudity, his eyes went hungry again.

  “Vegas. Tonight. We do not have to be back until tomorrow night.” She started to protest and he placed a fingertip on her lips. “Demitria, I am serious about this. We can do a big wedding later but another day cannot be allowed to go by. If we have conceived a child, we will be married on the same day.” His accent was very thick, telling her how agitated he was.

  He moved to find her clothes but she was still wrapping her head around his reasoning.

  “Nikolai, are you saying you want to make an honest woman out of me in case, by some odd chance, I could be pregnant? The odds are very slim. Really, they are.”

  Nikolai was still bare-chested and she couldn’t help staring. He looked confused about why she wasn’t rushing to dress. He was adorably frazzled. She couldn’t help but tease him a little.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Nikolai. So hot. I’ve come more than a dozen times and I could easily keep going.” She raised her hands to cup her breasts. “I could go to my knees and suck your gorgeous cock again.” Tweaking her nipples to hardness, she knew she wasn’t playing anymore. “You’re so tempting, Nikolai. I want.”

  His body was rigid, his cock filling out the front of his jeans. Demitria whimpered in need and he tackled her back to the bed.

  “This is not going to change my mind.” His words were harsh as he ran his fingers over her clit and took a nipple into the warm heat of his mouth. Sucking hard, he released it with a soft pop and met her eyes.

  “We are going to Vegas, Demitria. First, I must fuck you, take you, and make you mine again.”

  “Yes, Nikolai, fuck me again. Fuck me hard and fast.” Moving his jeans just past his hips, he did, pulling her to the edge of the bed and sinking balls deep before she could say another word. Then he was fucking her so hard he had to grip her thighs to hold her in place.

  She propped her body on her elbows so she could watch his cock shuttle in and out of her pussy. “You’re all slick from my body, Nikolai. I like seeing your big cock wet from my pussy. Harder, please, I want you so deep.”

  She was shaking, begging, and a dark flush spread from her chest up her neck. Just as she came screaming, he circled his thumb over her clit and slapped his fingers against it. The combination of pleasure and pain sent her hurtling over the edge. His cock throbbed once before he shot his come into her, coating her pussy with liquid heat.

  When he could focus, he looked down at her. “Demitria.”

  Her name came out as a sigh and she tingled all over with emotions as powerful as the physical, sexual sensations he’d given her moments before. He kissed her, long and slow, and she felt when he gathered his control.

  It made her smile when he grudgingly released her lips and ordered sternly, “Shower and change. We are going to Vegas.”

  Then he pulled her up, his cock still lodged deep inside her, and her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. She ground against him. “No more now. God, I could stay in bed with you forever. Stop that, Demi.”

  “Uh oh, I’ve been bad. You just called me Demi.” She kissed him hard, tightening her arms and legs around him. “Alright, I’ll let you make me legal but then we don’t think about it anymore. If I get pregnant, I get pregnant. Agreed?”

  Nikolai ran his hands through her hair, his expression so gentle she could have cried, and asked her softly, “You want babies, Demitria?”

  She cupped his face in her palms. Planted an easy kiss on his lips. “Just any babies? No. Your babies? Uh huh. We’d have beautiful, though very tall, children, don’t you think, Nikolai?” He smiled but didn’t answer as he carried her to the shower and set her down, stripping his jeans the rest of the way off and stepping into the stall with her.

  He washed her body and his own, the thought of Demitria round with his child the only thing he could think about. She knew, though she said nothing, what he was thinking because of the look on his face.

  He also washed her tummy four times.

  They dressed and
called the airline. A cab took them to the airport. Within two hours, they were winging toward Vegas, sleeping snuggled together in first class seats and carrying no luggage other than Demi’s backpack.

  When they landed, Nikolai insisted on stopping at a jeweler. He forced her to pick out a wedding set. She chose a simple setting in white gold and the match for Nikolai. They laughed as they waited for it to be resized for his size 16 finger.

  Their rings in their pockets, they headed to the nearest wedding chapel and made it official. Demi cried when Nikolai gathered her to him for a kiss. Sitting down on the pews with her in his lap, he held her while she clung to him.

  Whispering into his neck that she would never let him regret it, that she would always make him happy, and how much she loved him.

  Stroking her back, Nikolai promised to never let her down and always be the best man for her. The man who made her happy and loved her more than anyone thought possible.

  “I need to feed you, Mrs. Petrov. Then we have to get back for the show tonight.” His grin turned wicked. “After, I will make love to you until we are dehydrated.”

  She smiled. “If you’re waiting for me to argue, Mr. Petrov, it could be a while.”

  Chapter Twelve

  They arrived in Tulsa two hours before the pre-fight meeting. Tomas came to pick them up and he was instructed to get them into the loading bay of the arena. He did, avoiding the fans and reporters.

  Once inside, they searched out her parents. Mikhail pulled Demitria into a big hug, telling her how beautiful and happy she looked. Her mother spotted the ring first, of course, raising an inquiring brow at her only daughter. Demitria started to speak, but Nikolai beat her to it.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Stavos, I have married Demitria. I had asked her prior to…the situation getting out of hand…and when we realized, well, I could not allow a bigger…issue, should the odds be…off.”