Nikolai: The Complete Collection

32. Justine

32

JUSTINE

I ’m shoved off-balance from the sternness of Nikolai’s lips. They fail to part to the lashing of my tongue, and his hands remained clenched at his side. His response isn’t one I anticipated, but it makes me want him even more. He’s wary our exchange has made me vulnerable, and he doesn’t want to take advantage of me.

“I want you,” I whisper against Nikolai’s mouth, my eyes focused on his. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. And now that I’m not your attorney, I can have you.”

A deep, simpering moan rolls up my throat when Nikolai parts his lips, allowing me to slip my tongue inside his mouth. He doesn’t push or deepen our kiss. He holds back, letting my kiss assure him our exchange has nothing to do with vulnerability.

I weave my fingers through his hair to bring our bodies closer together. The heat of his stiffened cock breaks the connection between us. I leap into the air, my clit oversensitive from days of torturous foreplay.

A hint of the Nikolai I’ve been wrangling the past three days surfaces when his eyes spark with smugness, revealing he didn’t miss my body’s response to his touch.

Endeavoring to snuff the cockiness from his eyes, I give my hands free rein on a body I’ve been dying to touch. I run them over the smooth planes of his pecs before dropping them to the hard bumps in his stomach. I glide them across the rough patch of curly hairs in his midsection, scrubbing ever so lightly on the massive bulge too large for my hand before drawing them around to squeeze an ass that feels as good as it looks.

Nikolai keeps his hands at his sides, though they’re more tightly clenched than they were minutes ago. “I want to fucking touch you. I’m dying to fucking touch you,” he mutters, his words strained like he is in pain.

“Then touch me,” I instruct, my voice husky with arousal.

He doesn’t respond… unless you include grunting as a form of communication.

My breasts brace against his chest when I drag my arms behind my back to remove my bra. The fabric falls to the ground with a silent whoosh, heightening the sexual tension brimming in the air. I stand frozen for a moment, giving Nikolai the time needed to see my scars without hindrance. If he wants to stop this, this is his final chance.

“You’re fucking perfect. If I stared at you long enough, I’m certain I’d come just from looking at you,” Nikolai mutters as his cock thickens more.

His compliment awards me with enough heat to see me through winter. His excitement can’t be contained when I fall to my knees in front of him. The veins in his cock thicken as the tip glistens with arousal.

“Fuck, Ангел . I was trying to fix the wrongs I made, not have you kneeling before me.” The strain in his voice is unmissable, heightening my senses even more. “I should be stopping this, but fucked if I can.”

I smile, smitten I’m not the only helpless one in our odd duo.

His cock flexes against my palm when I slide my hand down his shaft. My movements are purposely slow, ensuring he knows nothing I do is done under duress. My mouth dries in an instant when a thick, shiny drop of pre-cum beads on his knob. It’s such a mesmerizing sight my IQ declines to a disrespectful level. I’m practically drooling, incapable of a better response.

I lean forward, eager to clear away the decadent drop. I wrap my hand around his velvety shaft before my tongue darts out to lap up the sticky bead of moisture.His groan rolls down his chest before vibrating on my tongue.

His wordless response instigates recklessness within me. I glide my lips down his shaft, taking as much of him in my mouth as I can without gagging. His cock pulses as it thickens even more.

“Fuck,” Nikolai moans through a roar, his hands moving to clutch my hair. “This is even better than I imagined.”

His grip on my hair is firm, but he remains perfectly still, allowing me to worship his cock without any hindrance. I draw him into my mouth again and suck down hard, loving the sting his hold on my hair is causing to my scalp. Pleasure crackles through me as I take him deeper. I’m determined to have him singing as loudly as I did when he took me to the brink.

I tighten my lips and flatten my tongue. At the same time, his hips begin to naturally rock. He pumps in and out of my mouth as efficiently as lust races through me. I’ve never been good at giving head, and in all honesty, I’ve never really enjoyed it, but this is a different experience. I love sucking his cock so much my orgasm builds like a tsunami: fast and without warning.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Nikolai groans, rocking into me faster.

As waves of excitement roll over my stomach, I hollow my cheeks even more, wanting to ensure I don’t come before him. He increases his speed as his breathing intensifies. His heavy pants thrill me, thrusting my desire to climax to the forefront of my mind.

Mindless with need, my hand slithers down to my pussy. Air leaves my lungs in a long, brutal grunt when I feel how damp my panties are. I’m saturated.

“Don’t worry. I’ll look after you. You’ll feel me for days once I’m done with you,” he guarantees as he gathers my hair to the side, giving himself an unrestricted view of my fingers toying with my clit.

His pledge makes my excitement reach a point I can’t ignore. I groan against his knob before sucking down hard.

Just as he wasn’t prepared for my surprise attack, I’m ambushed by his sudden climax. Cum spurts out of his cock, sliding down my throat within seconds.

“Mmm,” I moan.

Nikolai’s taste is so wickedly delicious that I can barely hold back my own orgasm.

After I finish swallowing every drop of his cum, he scoops down and lifts me from the ground. An audible pop bounces around the room when his still erect cock slips from my mouth. I whine softly, my mouth already missing the weight of him. Lust detonates in his eyes when I run my finger over my lips, ensuring I didn’t miss a drop of his cum.

“You got every drop,” he mumbles, his voice electrified with unbridled lust. “Every fucking one.”

The suede on my couch feels smooth against my skin when he lays me down on it. “Too far,” he mumbles against my neck when my eyes stray to my bedroom door. “I can’t wait another fucking minute.”

His erection rubs against my wet pussy as his lips go crazy. He sucks on my neck, chest, stomach, and thighs while his hand snaps away the minuscule article of clothing I’m wearing. My hands twitch to cover my body when he leans back to take in the entire picture, but the amorous flare in his eyes keeps them planted at my side.

“So fucking stunning. If I weren’t dying to sink my cock into you, I’d be staring at you all day.”

I blink back tears before pulling open the end table drawer next to the couch. Nikolai raises a brow when he sees the twelve pack of condoms resting in the middle of the empty drawer.

“You can never be too prepared,” I mumble as embarrassment rolls through me. I purchased those condoms during my trip to the grocery store this weekend. I don’t know why. I just did it instinctively.

I’m mesmerized moments later by the visual of him rolling a condom down his cock. Although grateful his eagerness saved me from embarrassingly fumbling through the process of securing protection, my hands are jealous they weren’t given the chance to touch him again.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I mumble when he balances the head of his cock against the entrance of my pussy. “Will that fit?”

A surge of electricity sparks my womb when Nikolai chuckles at my shameful question.

“Yes, it will fit,” he assures me, inching the head in ever so slightly. “Because you’re so fucking wet, I’ll slide straight in.”

He slams home, taking me to the base of his cock with one ardent thrust. My insides clench, equally excited and pained we’ve finally reached this stage of our exchange. The feeling is odd, an imbalance of pain and pleasure. It feels good and wickedly bad at the same time.

When the pain starts to subside, I expect him to move. Twitch. Do something. He does nothing. He just stares down at me, his eyes as icy as Antarctic waters.

“You know this changes everything, right?” he asks, his voice minus its earlier anguish. It isn’t cocky or arrogant, more pleased than anything.

“Yes,” I answer, gingerly nodding.

That one thrust changes everything. But I don’t care. I’m too caught up in the moment to let anything dampen it.

“Good.”

Nikolai’s one short word barely leaves his mouth before he pounds into me. He uses every muscle in his body to thrust into me over and over again, only stopping to reposition me so he can take me even deeper.

“Fucking perfect. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you’d feel this good.”

His breathing is as hard as his thrusts into me, a controlled, rhythmic pace that showcases his bedroom skills in the most brilliant light. He is a man familiar with fucking, and he does it well.He has me sitting on the brink within minutes, my mind blank, my body shut down. I am so wet I’m panicked about what the dampness will do to the material of my couch.

My worry doesn’t linger for long. Not a thought passes my mind when he glides his hand between our bodies to locate my clit. He pinches it with his fingers, sending jolts of ecstasy darting all over me.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god ,” I chant on repeat, my intellect too low to conjure a better set of sentences.

“That’s it, Ангел . Let me hear your screams,” Nikolai murmurs as he continues hammering me into oblivion.

My pleasure builds rapidly, scorching my veins and heating my face.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, like it’s a bad thing.

Something this good couldn’t possibly be bad.

I free fall into ecstasy when his rough groan shreds my eardrums. “Good. Come on my cock. Show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

He watches me crumble beneath him, the thrill in his eyes undeterred by my withering frame. His orgasm soon follows mine, but his pursuit doesn’t weaken. He rams into me with every magnificent spasm jerking through his body.

When the intensity becomes too much for either of us to bear, Nikolai collapses on me, his breathing heavy on my neck. My orgasm sucks the life right out of me, but it can’t stop me from smiling.

That was…

I don’t have a word to explain it.

It deprived my lungs of oxygen and coated my skin with sweat.

It also made my heart the fullest it’s ever been.

I’m so exhausted the rhythm of my breathing soon lowers to a gentle wheeze.

“Oh no, Ангел .” Nikolai draws me back from my slumbering state. “You don’t have time to sleep. I’m not even halfway through with you yet.”

He hoists me off the couch before throwing me over his shoulder. My eyes comically bulge when he smacks my backside while charging for my room. His spank was playful but frisky enough to ward off any eagerness for sleep.