Her Russian Billionaire (BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (5 page)

“Why did you run off last time, Tasha?”

Her brown almond-shaped eyes looked up at him in surprise. It was the first words he had spoken in several minutes, so it seemed as though it was bothering him. Tasha didn’t know what to say. She shrugged instead. “You are overwhelming and it has been a long time for me, Demitri. A very long time.”

Her words drove him closer. His need for her was overwhelming to him as well. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Tasha. “Tasha, you know I will be gentle with you, right?”

“I don’t know that I want you to be gentle, Demitri.”

He was next to her and his hands pulled her towards him in seconds. It was the best permission he had ever heard. He pushed her down into the soft cushioned booth and pressed his body against hers. Tasha’s thighs opened and his hips pushed between them. It was like a switch had been turned on and Tasha did not know if had been wise to switch it. His body and hands were everywhere. She was pressed between softness beneath her and hardness above.

Her panties did nothing to dispel the feel of him between her legs. Whimpering against him, her legs wound around his waist with her core burning against his length. He thrust against her, much like before with her driving lesson. But it was more intense then, only thin barriers between their most intimate parts. The constant rubbing was pushing her closer to an end she had been waiting for forever it seemed.

Tasha’s head went to the side as his mouth devoured her throat and moved lower to the top of her dress. His tongue was just inches from her diamond-tipped nipples, her back arched to offer him more. Her brown eyes slid open and she was afforded an upside down, sideways glance underneath the table.  She could see the legs of one of the workers and her thighs tightened around him, stopping his movement for a moment.

“Is there anywhere more private we could go?”

Another growl and then a hiss from Demitri before he moved back. He pulled himself up and looked down at her splayed thighs and the bright red lace peeping out from between them. Her eyes were glazed and her lips pursed in need. He helped her up and took her below, where he had wanted to take her from the very beginning.

Chapter 8

As he closed the door, he turned around to find Tasha moving back towards the large bed in the middle of the room. He met her before she could reach it and his hands immediately went to the bottom hem of her dress. Pulling it over her head, he gasped when her body came in view. “So beautiful.”

His lips met hers as his fingers worked the bindings holding her from him free. Her large breasts swayed with the freedom and he was quick to fondle and then reach down to take one hardened tip into his mouth. Biting gently on the flesh, his tongue quickly soothed her. She held his head in place with a strong grip on his thick dark brown hair. She gasped and wiggled against him. Tasha needed more and she was soon pushing him lower, to the part of her that was begging for attention. “Please, Demitri.”

He pulled her panties down with a jerk and a sharp intake of breath from her. His mouth came close and his breath on her was hot and unnerving. His tongue came out for a tentative taste and her knees almost buckled.

Demitri did it again and groaned with the sweet taste. His hands pushed her back onto the bed until her legs hung over the side and she was wide open for his pleasure. He pulled his jacket off and then his button up shirt underneath. There was a struggle with his tie and then his buttons as he popped several off in his excitement. Tasha took in his hard chest and ridged abs. The dark hair on his chest followed an invisible trail to what she desired most. She waited for his pants to come off, to see what she truly wanted to see, but he stopped and came towards her.

Sliding between her legs on his knees, Demitri pulled her closer, her calves resting on his shoulders as she opened up fully to him. The pink gash called to him and his finger moved forward to feel her wetness. Her little nubbin was out and when he touched her there, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. His tongue replaced his digit and then his hands were occupied with holding her still. When he latched onto her wantonness with his lips, her body became wild, her hips trying to buck him off. It was just too much and within a minute, she was shooting clear fluid into his mouth.

Demitri sucked and licked until her thighs crushed the sides of his head to dispel him. “Fuck, Demitri, stop!”

He finally let her go and she sank back into the bed, her legs left to dangle over the edge. Her body jerked once every so often as another wave of pleasure overcame her. Demitri wanted to touch her, to continue the orgasm, but instead he stood up to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. When he was completely exposed, his body moved back to her. Tasha was sitting up and her hand went to take him.

The silken rod felt so smooth and steely underneath her playing fingers. He groaned as he touched her and then tried to push her back to push inside of her. The driving need was stopped with her mouth opening to accept his head, engulfing him in her hot mouth. When Tasha’s tongue ran underneath his cock, he surged forward, taking her by surprise and making her gag on the sudden entrance. She suckled hard and her hands went to cup his tightening balls.

“Stop, Tasha. I'm going to come if you don’t.”

Her eyes flashed upwards, liking the sound of it. She started to pull him out of her mouth and right before he was completely free of her hunger, she moved forward and pushed him back down to hit the back of her throat. Her muscles contracted around his cockhead, making him growl. He ground against her face, pushing himself as deep as her body would allow. It wasn’t enough though. He wanted to feel her tightness.

Grasping her shoulders, he pulled out of her searching hole. She whimpered with the loss and her heavy lids fluttered open. His hands pushed her back into the bed and yanked her body further up. That time when he pressed his body down to her and covered her, his thick cock wedged against her opening, splitting her lips wide to accept him. He was positioned perfectly in seconds and Tasha braced herself for his entry. She could feel the heaviness of him and waited for the pressure that she needed.

Her hips squirmed underneath him until he finally started to move against her. He made sure not to penetrate, just to rub up and down her slit with his cock. She whimpered and raised her hips up, trying to impale herself, almost gasping in need. “Please, Demitri!”

It seemed to be what he was waiting for. He surged forward, taking her breath away. His thickness pushed deep into her silken folds, stretching every inch of her unused tightness. Demitri grunted and gritted his teeth to the suffocation. He cursed under his breath in Russian and the sound sent Tasha over the edge. She was convulsing around him, her body shaking underneath him as she screamed out her climax. His name was like music to his ears, and he ground harder, pushing deeper. He was lost in her desire, his own threatening to bubble over.

Demitri pulled out in a rush, staring down at his steaming wet cock, slick from her juices. Tasha rolled over to her stomach, sticking her ass up high in the air. Her hand went between her legs, rubbing the sensitive skin, pushing herself to squirt again, while she beckoned him forward with the sight. His hands gripped her waist hard, his hands white-knuckled as he tried to maintain his quickly-slipping control. He watched her fingers rub and he pushed against her opening.

She moaned as she pushed back against him, her body seeking out more of his fat cock. Then he was in her, slamming in with all his might. It pushed her forward and hit a place no one had ever been to before, deep inside of her. She screamed out into the mattress that her face was pressed into. Demitri had lost anything close to control and started to thrust inside of her hard and fast. He could feel her exploding underneath him as he fucked her relentlessly.

Tasha saw stars behind her closed eyes. Each time he filled her, she thought she would implode and each time he left her, she was emptier than she had even been in her life. Every stroke of his cock fulfilled her and she had to have more, needed to feel his own completion inside of her. Her hands moved on the top of her clit, desperate to spiral out of control once more and she was so close. Then she was there at the abyss, free-falling downwards.

His hands lifted her up and he pulled her to him over and over again. He was like a machine and she was soon begging him to come, to fill her full of his seed. Demitri grabbed her shoulders for more leverage as he pushed her hard against the mattress. There was nowhere else he could go, no depths of her that had not been filled full.

Finally she felt his molten hot seed filling her depths, splashing against her womb. He throbbed inside of her for several minutes, her own walls crashing around him as each spasm of pleasure took over. Finally she stilled, though she still squeezed him every now and then. His cock was finally removed and he watched their mixed pleasure ooze down her inner thigh. Her body slumped down to the bed onto her side, her chest heaving in need.

Demitri lay next to her, pulling her closer to his body. She barely moved as he kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck from behind. Her heartbeat slowed and she was fast asleep against him almost immediately. Demitri was left to watch her sleep and feel her warm body against his. He had a painful hard-on mere minutes after she was asleep and he too finally found slumber, though his cock was still wedged against her body, in dire need of more.

Chapter 9

Tasha woke up suddenly from the sound of her phone going off. It was eight o’ clock and that was usually when she would get Jonell up and have breakfast. Her eyes popped open with the warm body next to her and the stiffness pushed between her thighs. Tasha froze, her eyes fixed on the window showing ocean and blue skies. The night before slammed back to her and she closed her eyes to the memory. Her phone stopped making noise, but she was afraid to move. It was clear what was resting against her slit, pressed between her thighs. She did not want to wake the sleeping beast. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously with the thought of him inside of her again.

The movement roused the man and the first thing he did was push his hips against her, his cock jerked on her puffy lips. He groaned and kissed her shoulder. She had been afraid that he would not want her again, but at that moment, she was afraid he would. The soreness was more present and each time he rubbed against her, it reminded her of the raw state of her lady parts. She gasped, but her body betrayed her by moving her ass a little higher, lining him up to push inside of her slowly.

It felt different that time. It was not a mind-shattering fuck, but something else. His rod pushed deep and stayed still, waiting for her to move back against him in desperate need. She finally did and she was rewarded with another slow stroke inside of her. He drove her mad with his lips and hips, his cock’s slow moving need pushed her to a new level of pleasure. The build-up was slow and when they both released together, Tasha almost fell back asleep against him.

There was a knock on the door and then Demitri was up and getting dressed, leaving her naked and cold in the bed. “I have work, Tasha, and you have to go home to your son.” His words reminded her and she too was pulling on her clothes with rubber appendages. Her eyes followed his as his tight body was taken away from her. She wanted to pout, her lips starting to.

Demitri smiled and went to her, his hands cupping her face, his lips insistent of his words. She wanted to stay, but he was right. It was time to go back to reality and she missed her son, having not stayed many nights away from him.

“Tasha. There was one thing I forgot to give you last night.” She turned around and stared at the crab dangling in his hand. She reached for it and checked the back for the engraving. She half thought he had found her one like it, but it read the same inscription as it always did. “Always loved.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she fought back the urge to shed them, her eyes blinking them away. Her arms went around his neck and she hugged him hard. Finally she pulled away and kissed him with tear-stained lips. “Thank you, Demitri. How did you…?”

“Anything for you, Tasha. Anything.”

***

“My, my, my. Look at you!”

Tasha blushed as she walked in the door. Maya was making breakfast and Jonell was sitting in his booster seat, waiting. His little chubby hands came out, reaching for her. Tasha picked him up and held him close to convince herself that he had not grown up in the eighteen hours that she was gone. Even still her motherly instinct couldn't help but make her feel a little guilty, no matter how great of a sitter she knew Maya was.

“Thanks for watching him, Maya. Did you guys have fun?”

She directed her question to her son and his brown eyes smiled up at her. He shook his head and told her about their night in halting sentences. Tasha just laughed and felt renewed. Something had happened last night on Demetri’s boat and she was sure it was love. The feeling was suffocating and beautiful, yet it scared her. What if he didn’t feel the same way? Her hands went to her neck, feeling the tiny crab in her hands. It wasn’t worth much as far as monetary concerns, but he had given her back the most precious gift that she could have thought of.