My Russian Beast: Standalone Billionaire Romance

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over my pussy moved up, right above my shaking, swollen clit. I imagined Sergei holding that tiny nub of flesh, and my fingers moved as his would. I began to rub my pleasure spot, slowly at first then faster and harder.
    Aaaaaaaaaah.
    I squeezed my breast hard.
    Sergei. Oh God, Sergei.
    I began tweaking my nipples, all the while continuing my self-induced torment continued over my clit. It was heaven and hell, but I never wanted it to end.
    Sergei, Sergei, Sergei.
    My breath began to catch, and my hips began to move up and down under the covers.
    Oh God, Sergeeeeeeeei----
    I could feel my pleasure building.
    Sergei, Sergei, please, Sergei, more, more, more---
    A gasp tore out of me as my pussy swelled and shook under my fast-moving fingers.
    Sergeiiiiiiiiiiiii---
    I came with another gasp, at the same time my mobile phone suddenly started to ring.
    Oh God!
    I panicked even as my body continued to shudder as wave after wave of creamy pleasure gushed out of me. I reached blindly for my phone on the table, swiping to cancel the call before falling back on the bed, my eyes rolling back as the dizzying, overpowering strength of my orgasm took over my body completely.
    “Sergei.” His name came out a low, choked sob, and I shuddered at the sound of it, a part of me having lost itself in the delusion that it really was the Russian billionaire that had made me come.
    My eyes closed.
    “Sergei.” A hopeless whisper that made me close my eyes, knowing that right now his name was the only thing I had of him.
    Sergei, Sergei, Sergei.
    I couldn’t help whispering his name over and over as the shudders gradually weakened and I began to breathe a little easier.
    Fuck me.
    Love me.
----
    Sergei

    S ergei Grachyov fumbled with the zipper of his pants as the breathy gasps coming from the other end of the line reached his ears. At first, he had thought he had dialed the wrong number, but when he had heard Fredericka’s distinct voice cry his name out---
    He knew right away what was happening, and now he had to jerk himself off, too.
    A silent, painful groan escaped him as his cock finally sprang free from its confines, and he wasted no time, his hand moving in a furious frenzy---
    Through the phone, he heard Fredericka cry his name over and over, and the Russian billionaire’s large, powerful body shuddered in agonized arousal.
    Fredericka.
    He could easily imagine her touching herself, could easily imagine her closing her beautiful gray eyes as she pictured him playing with her---
    Ah.
    That she was thinking of him as she masturbated was enough to push him over the edge, and with a swallowed growl Sergei began to come, his cum shooting out of his cock before landing on his bedroom carpet in creamy wads.
    The sounds from the other end of the line gradually became silent just as his cock ejaculated for the last time. Sergei sucked his breath, a part of him unable to believe that he had come so hard just at the sound of Fredericka crying his name out.
    He waited for her to speak, but it seemed as if she hadn’t even been aware that she had accidentally answered her phone.
    Sweet, beautiful little idiot.
    In over half an hour, he had washed himself, changed, and was knocking on her door. She opened it, beautiful red hair tousled all over her face, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, and her body modestly covered in pajamas.
    “Hello, pchelka.” As he spoke, Sergei noticed then that her pajama buttons were in the wrong holes, which left a huge gaping hole over the valley of her breasts. No fucking bra, the billionaire thought grimly, and he inhaled deeply at the realization, his fingers clenching in an effort to keep himself from yanking her to him and feeling her naked breasts under his hands.
    “H-hi.” Her voice was a nervous croak, and in her expressive eyes lurked fear and pain.
    They stared at each other for one moment, and then the next second they spoke at the same time.
    “I’m sorry.”
    He spoke the words harshly, while hers was a

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