She follows my orders perfectly. “You’re fucking perfect,” I mutter to her. Her pussy is still covered by her stretched out thong, but I stick a finger in there and tear away the fabric. Pushing up the fabric of her dress, I line myself up to her.
Her heat is enough to push me farther over the ledge. I need to come so fucking bad but this has to be special to her. I grip her hips in my hands to steady myself and piston through all of her resistance. The woman is tight as fuck.
“Jesus,” I murmur.
“Make me come! Please! Let me come,” she begs.
I reach around her thighs until I touch her clit. Carefully, I flick it to the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Oh, god!” Varya cries loudly.
I fuck her harder and harder as my own orgasm threatens to unleash. I can’t help it.
“Fuck!” I groan just as my orgasm flies through my body.
Fire alarm! Fire alarm!
My fire alarm goes off just as I finish coming and I’m looking around for a fire.
“Boss!” One of my soldiers come up to me as I’m putting the skirt back down for Varya.
“What the fuck?”
“There has been an accident.”
Varya looks over at me and winces. “All because of me.”
I’m not the one who is going to tell her the truth. She already knows it is because of her.
What no one says is what kind of accident. No one tells Varya what we already know. Sergei was coming for my house and he was going to attack. We stayed to get some answers.
