Free Russian Mobster's Stolen Wife by Bella Rose Page B

and the pink folds of her wet pussy on display was more than Grigori could take. He stood up and moved behind her. Caressing her bottom, he delved between her cheeks with his fingertips and felt her shudder with readiness. Her opening flexed as he brushed it.
    Unable to resist, he slipped two fingers inside her body. She groaned and arched her back. The sensual sight pushed him dangerously close to his breaking point. Then he spread his fingers to stretch her channel, and she let loose a cry as she climaxed right there on his hand.
    Grigori watched in awe as her body clenched and released around his hand. He had never seen anything like it. He petted and stroked her smooth cheeks while he continued to fuck her pussy with his hand. Then, when it felt as if she were poised on the edge of another release, he removed his hand and thrust his cock deep inside her.
     
    THE INSTANT PENETRATION of Grigori’s cock sent Flynn spiraling into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. He felt so good. It was as though she were continually coming, over and over again. His thick girth rubbed all the right spots inside her body, and in this position his testicles were nestled against her clit. Every bounce of his sac against her body was a light slap to her clit, and the result was earth shattering.
    Flynn hadn’t necessarily set out to have sex. In fact, she was feeling just a little twinge of pain in her shoulder from being squashed on the bed, but she didn’t care. Now that he was inside her, she never wanted to stop.
    He held her hips in both hands, controlling everything about their rhythm and the depth of his thrusts by angling his hips up or down. She arched her back, and her breasts rubbed against the inside of her T-shirt. The light friction was shockingly pleasurable. The feeling in her clit zinged through her body.
    “I can’t hold back any longer,” he growled. “I have to come inside you.”
    She inhaled sharply as she actually felt the heat of Grigori’s cum bathing the inside of her womb in his essence. There was something so primal in the marking that it nudged her muscles into another peak. She cried out, the high pitched noise echoing off the bedroom walls as her hips jerked and pushed back to meet him thrust for thrust.
    She held her arms rigid, trying to carry her weight there and keep it off her shoulder. It didn’t work very well, though, and before long her sexual high was overtaken by the sharp ache of her shoulder.
    Grigori gently pulled his cock free of her pussy. “Sweetheart, I can tell you’re hurting.”
    “I’m fine,” she said stubbornly.
    There was a brief noise of his belt jingling and the sound of his zipper. She realized that he had pulled his jeans back up over his butt. Then he swept her off her feet and deposited her back on the bed. He crawled up beside her and pulled her close.
    She sighed in relief as the position he held her in kept any weight off her shoulder. Snuggling closer to his side, she wondered why she felt so very comfortable with him.
    He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’m convinced you’re capable of doing whatever you want to do.”
    “But I need to stay here,” she said with a giant sigh.
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “No. But I did.” She hated that he was right, but there was really no getting around it. “I would be pissed at myself if I wound up handicapping you because I went along.”
    “What is it you think we’re going to do?” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
    “Go kick Teller’s ass?” she suggested hopefully.
    His laugh rolled across the room and made her smile. How was it possible that a mafia assassin had such a good sense of humor?
    She poked his belly. “I don’t really know for sure what you intend to do. I’m just enough of a control freak to admit that I want to be along in case it requires a consultation.”
    “As if I can’t make my own decisions?”
    She lifted her hand and pressed it against his.