LOGINI couldn’t sit anymore. My fingers itched with the urge to touch that silky skin. I grabbed her into my arms and pulled her against my hard-on so she would understand exactly what effect she had on me.
She swallowed hard, and I saw the mist of desire in her eyes. Her small, natural lips parted, and her heart hammered out a heavy rhythm together with mine. She was so beautiful right now that I was already sure I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Listen, sweetheart, I should confess that my name is Kirill…” “I don’t care,” the cheeky girl cuts me off when I decide to clarify who I am. “Even if you're the Pope. How about we stop yapping and get to it?” “And you won’t regret it? I feel like you’re not the type who just jumps into bed with a stranger,” she was nervous — I could see that. It wasn’t hard to tell that this behavior wasn’t really natural for her, but I also saw she herself was already at the limit of her own game. “I won’t. Sometimes you need to be a bad girl.” From the thought of exactly what kind of bad girl this stranger could be, my brain completely melted. I wanted her like crazy, and I hungrily crashed into her desirable lips. She answered me with no less eagerness and insistence. I hadn’t felt such a hurricane of emotions and arousal in a long time, so I impatiently pushed the golden-haired beauty onto the bed and began to undress. I admired her petite body, so perfectly wrapped in the black lingerie set on the snow-white sheets. “Don’t tease me, you scoundrel!” the beauty spurred me on, burning with impatience in which I was burning too. “Oh, you little tigress,” I pull a standby condom out of the package and roll it onto my hungry shaft. I climb onto the longing girl, settling comfortably between her slender, firm thighs. I don’t rush, I want to savor the moment and her beautiful body. Her skin is so delicate and smells of lavender. I like kissing and caressing her, both with my lips and my hands. She doesn’t stay in debt and also begins to explore my torso, which sends shivers down my skin and gives me the feeling that I’ll come before even reaching the sweetest part. After playing with her sharp little nipples, I make my way to the tiny panties—and I’m just blown away by how pliant and wet she is… for me. I want to warm her up even more and very slowly slide my fingers into her, greatly surprised that my fingers can’t really make their way into those damn narrow depths. No way?! It can’t be!!! “You’re so tight. Are you… a virgin?” I ask in shock, unable to believe what I’ve discovered. “Is that a problem for someone like you?” the girl starts showing more initiative and goes on a quiet, so enticing little offensive with her lips. “I want you, this is my decision, and I won’t forgive you if you leave me with nothing now.” “With all my desire, I won’t be able to stop myself anymore anyway,” I admit the obvious. “You’re driving me absolutely crazy, but I’ll still have to change the course of action.” Now her shyness and nervousness make sense to me. She is pure and innocent. It wouldn’t be right for her first time to be through an annoying rubber. I am completely healthy and I want this baby’s first time to happen fully feeling a man. But first, I need to distract the girl really well — and I know one wonderful method. The stranger didn’t expect that turn, and let out a surprised gasp. “Wait, this wasn’t what I planned on the site!” “And can something like this even be planned? I haven’t seen a virgin in a hundred years,” I smirked at the somewhat naïve nature of this sweet little thing. An interesting approach she has to intimate matters — almost practical. From my actions, the girl relaxed within a minute, giving herself over to the power of new sensations. Her moans and tremors blew the roof off me. I was on the edge myself when the baby arched like a bow from the oncoming orgasm. Not letting her fully recover from the pleasure, I pushed into her impatiently all the way to the balls and almost howled from how incredibly tight and wet it was in there. The golden-haired girl jerked involuntarily from the sudden pain and tried to pull away, but I didn’t let her, kissing away her pain. “Just a moment, girl… it’s going to be good in a moment.” Damn, I suddenly felt so sorry for the baby, but I couldn’t stop. It felt so fucking amazing inside her that I began to move slowly, secretly praying not to finish too early and disgrace myself. After a few minutes, the girl was already thrusting back at me actively, with moans that were pure honey to my ears. Real madness overtook us! I wanted her, and she sincerely responded to my caresses. I loved seeing her eyes roll back from another wave of pleasure and the way she pulsed around my dick with me inside her at that moment. One thing I knew for sure — I wasn’t going to let this baby go. But fate had its own plans, and in the morning a very unpleasant surprise was waiting for me.I can’t hold back and slam my palm on the table when I see one of Kirill’s men calmly walk in and sit at a free table with a perfect view of us. It’s the same guy who drove us from the base. I think his name is Mikhail.The man sits down and flashes me a radiant smile, even winking.“Is that your bodyguard?” Marina asks, staring at the big guy, just as shocked as I am.“What the hell, Kirill?!” I call my fiancé, ready to give him a piece of my mind. “Why is your goon following me around?!”“What did you expect?” the man replies calmly. “After your morning statements about cheating with whoever, get used to Misha’s company now. Maybe you’ll finally become friends.”“Are you completely out of your mind?!” I yell so loudly a few of the café’s customers turn to look at me. “You’re such a pig!”I hang up and feel steam practically shooting out of my ears from rage. The bastard! He goes off to his harem, and sends his watchdog to guard me!I hate him!“Vicky, let’s just ignore him,” Marina
I felt nauseated, uncomfortable, disgusted. But, more than anything, I was disgusted with myself rather than the whole situation. I recalled our morning together, and it made me want to vomit.Why am I so weak in front of this arrogant stud? Just a minute ago, I had been a complete idiot to even entertain the thought that something could happen between us in the future.Seriously, Vicky?! Why are you such a fool?! You felt his fake care and immediately fell for his acting skills. It was even more infuriating, feeling embarrassed by my naive trust in just anyone.And my imagination wouldn’t help—it mercilessly painted scenes of the two of them naked, entwined, him passionately doing with her everything he once did to me, maybe even better. She moaned sweetly, shivering with pleasure he gave her. His magnificent body glistened with sweat over his rugged, tattooed muscles while the brunette beneath him arched gracefully with her perfect figure. Not like me, postpartum, with some fairly u
"No. I didn’t say that. Your mind is just… overly practical.""Well, you know!" I frown at him. "I have a question for you after our first night too. How did I end up pregnant?!" I start getting angry that someone’s “practical mind” turned out… not so practical!"There’s no 100% contraception," Kirill sighs heavily. "Maybe a condom was defective somewhere. We went multiple times that night," he smiles confidently. "Maybe our little boys got lost somewhere between changing the rubber…"Wow! He talks about it so casually! Of course, he wasn’t the one writhing in pain for more than twelve hours!"Tell me, after that incident in the library, did you take emergency contraception?" If I blushed before, now I noticeably turn pale, and Kirill notices immediately. "Are you serious, Vicky?!""If you didn’t notice, I wasn’t alone at that event!" This topic irritates me, and so does the way he acted then… and even now. "It would’ve been strange to go to a pharmacy with Danil and buy anything for
After a long shower, I finally crawl out of my little hiding spot, but Kirill isn’t in the bedroom. Quickly changing into jeans and a T-shirt, I wrap my chest and loosely tie my hair in a messy bun. I hear someone clattering dishes in my kitchen. Looks like the man is hungry.When I step into the kitchen, I freeze a little. Kirill is standing in front of the open fridge, scratching the back of his head. And… nothing strange, right? But he’s wearing only sweatpants, sitting shamelessly low on his hips, and I can’t help staring at his tattooed bicep and equally appealing back.Damn man! Where do they make guys like this? Then I smile to myself—after all, I gave birth to exactly the same kind! You can’t fight genetics.“Don’t laugh at me,” I hear, realizing he caught me staring. “I was just thinking what to make for tea.”“There are candies and cookies in the top left drawer,” I smirk, and only then notice that Kirill warmed up some food leftover from last night’s dinner.We sit down for
The more I kicked and tried to push him away, the harder he pressed, showing his dominance over me. Because of my resistance, my robe came undone and rode up, exposing my thighs — which Kirill immediately grabbed as he settled his heavy body between my legs.The position was overwhelmingly intense, because he was clearly aroused, and only thin fabric separated us from sex. Pressing his hardness against my crotch, he made me insanely aroused too. He knew exactly what effect it would have on me and rubbed on purpose, driving me crazy.I couldn’t resist this kind of pressure for long. Everything down there was burning with desire, pulling soft moans out of me. I was moving under him myself, chasing even a hint of the fullness my body craved.My panties were soaked through — and Kirill noticed. Unexpectedly, he pulled back slightly and tugged down his boxers, freeing his hard length.I swallowed heavily. At that point, I didn’t care about promises or restrictions anymore. I wanted to feel
Vicky:I woke up and opened my eyes sharply, as if someone snapped their fingers. One thought was pounding in my head — that I’d been asleep for half a day and the kids were on their own, hungry, miserable, and unattended. Then my instant panic settled when I remembered the boys were with my mom.There was a strange heaviness around my waist, and when I lowered my gaze, I saw a man’s tattooed arm that had slipped under my robe and was wrapped around my bare stomach.Memories of yesterday and last evening instantly crashed into my sleepy brain, making me blush. It feels like I had a fever, delirium, and — hopefully — hallucinations. The fact that Kirill was helping me express milk is something you wouldn’t see even in a nightmare, and if it really happened, I want to sink through the ground.However, another episode surfaced in my mind — one I’d also like to forget. Yesterday there was a moment when I almost let myself get weak, but that was ruined like a slap across the face by the si







