Knocked Up By the Russian Boss by Bella King
Chapter 23
MAXIM
My cigar is almost burnt out to a nub between my fingers, and I’m admittedly growing anxious. Why did I get myself into this mess? Do I really not have enough money already? How many more kilos of cocaine do I need to move before I feel like I have enough?
Stalking this girl to gain access to her family was insane. This is never going to work. I’ve killed people, lots of people, but sitting in a classroom full of overindulged trust fund kids in their early twenties intimidates me somehow, like they know I’m not what I say I am, and they’re waiting for the right time to expose me and turn me into the feds.
Just as I’m ready to call Sergei and call it quits, I see Ivory exit the building in front of me, strutting confidently toward my SUV. I’ve never seen her express any kind of bravado before, so I’m wary of her from the beginning.
Is she going to be the one who sends me to prison? Has she known the entire time? My heart pounds in my chest as adrenaline and nicotine attack my synapses.
She doesn’t appear to be walking with anybody else and isn’t calling or texting anyone, so my nerves calm a bit as she comes closer to the driver’s side window. I roll it down, cigar smoke billowing out obnoxiously.
“I’ve been looking around for you,” she says, a cute half-smile forming on her face like she’s planning something that she can’t wait to show me.
“I’m almost always parked out here, honestly,” I reply.
The role reversal here is strange; I’m the one who feels cornered, maybe even a little trapped by her strong energy. She isn’t nearly as timid and mousy as usual, and even though we’re still a huge difference in height and build, she’s met me eye to eye, looking devious as ever.
“Well, why don’t we park somewhere else then? Change it up a little,” she says, biting her lip.
What the fuck is going on here? I can feel my blood pressure rising and my cock getting hard, but mentally I’m more bewildered than anything.
Is this her way of flirting?
Even though I know she’s wildly attracted to me, she’s never actively flirted with me, at least not on purpose. Even her little lip bite has me ready to toss her in the back seat and annihilate her, but this is definitely not the place to do so. The weird, huge, thirty-something Russian man fucking the brains out of a senator’s daughter in a parking lot? I’d rather be set on fire.
“Where do you think we should go?” I reply, doing my best to play it cool and avoid showing my confusion. I don’t want to be an idiot and turn her off by being oblivious. This could be my plan falling into place in front of my eyes, and I hardly had to do anything.
“I think maybe… the bat caves?” she replies, pretending for a moment that she needed to think of a destination.
She has her own apartment, not far from here either, so the bat caves must be a place of significance to her since it’s where we first met. If she feels sentimental about anything regarding me at all, I’d say this mission is almost more than complete. All I have to do is fuck her.
“We could do that,” I reply, and I unlock the doors of the SUV, prompting her to casually walk over to the other side and climb in.
The drive is so tense that I could have an aneurysm trying to focus on the road as this cute little blonde woman sits in the seat next to me, her legs slightly parted in her tiny skirt.
Eventually, she becomes bold enough to lean her head on my shoulder, and at some point, she takes my right hand in hers and plays with my fingers as I drive with the other hand. She strokes my thumb like a new lover would, and it brings me back to the days of my youth when I would find a new girlfriend who couldn’t keep her hands off me.
When we get to the bat caves, I hardly have time to park before Ivory has climbed into my lap and is straddling me, barely able to wrap her legs around mine. At first, I freeze, having never experienced this level of sexual aggression from any woman, much less an alleged virgin in her early twenties.
“I see the way you look at me at school, and I want you to do whatever it is you think about when you see me,” she says just above a whisper.
With that, I take her head into my hands and kiss her deeply, biting her bottom lip almost to the point of drawing blood. She doesn’t protest; in fact, I think she might like it. Maybe she likes being overtaken. Maybe the pain is something she craves since she’s never had much of it. She wants to know what it’s like to hurt to the point of ecstasy.
I feel her firm, perfectly shaped breasts in both my hands, her nipples poking through her shirt and pressing into my palms. She writhes in my lap as I squeeze them, applying pressure in all the ways I’ve learned that sensitive women love to be played with.
She grinds into me, her panties wet against my pants. The warmth of her body against mine overloads me, and I have to consciously slow myself down at points to avoid being too aggressive. She’s never been fucked before, and she doesn’t know quite how intense it can get. I don’t need her being traumatized if I have the opportunity to do this again.
I feel between her legs for her panties, and the thin fabric barely conceals the swell of her labia. She’s so wet that her panties could have melted away from her, exposing her to me, ready for me to kiss and suck and lick against until she’s lost for words.
I feel around for the seam, and she whimpers as I move them aside, my fingers finding her sweet, soaking pussy.
I find her clit almost instantly, and her legs tremble as I manipulate it with the tips of my fingers. She moans so quietly at first, and I alternate between stroking her whole pussy and playing with her clit. It’s hard to determine what she likes more, so I continue the rhythm I’ve established until she takes my hand and pulls it away from her.
At first, I’m confused. It seemed like she was really enjoying it. But when she climbs back into her seat and takes off her underwear, she lifts her skirt to show me her pussy, her eyes begging me to put my mouth on her. I doubt she’s ever had anyone do this to her before, and I’m more than happy to show her how it’s done right.
I lean over her and recline her seat all the way down until she’s completely flat. Her labia are so swollen and pink already that I wonder if I got her close to orgasm just by playing with her. If that’s the case, I know this won’t take long.
I move her skirt up a bit more and start to kiss her inner thighs, working inward toward her lips where her clit hides in the smooth flesh of her labia. It pays off to be gentle at first, my mouth just barely making contact with her hot, wet lips. She squirms against me, desperately pressing herself into my mouth as she begs for more without even speaking.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she was already close to coming. I can’t let her have it so fast. She needs to want it more.
Moving away from her clit earns me a frustrated whimper. “No, no, no, please go back,” she whispers, barely able to articulate her desires in the throes of such intense pleasure.
I smile against her skin, knowing full well that she’ll get what she wants when she starts begging for it like a brat.
After kissing and lightly biting her inner thighs for a few minutes, I move back toward her pussy as she opens her legs more. She tastes so good, so goddamn clean. I could live between her legs, spending hours just worshipping her pussy.
I run my tongue up her slit, curving the tip into her clit and repeating until she’s whimpering desperately again.
Her hips grind into my face as I continue, and I begin to suck on her clit subtly enough to not overwhelm her but just enough to force her closer and closer to orgasm. Occasionally, I pull away to kiss her whole pussy again, just to keep the sensations varied.
She’s damn near crying now, trying so hard to come in my mouth that I can feel my cock pressing against my pants, ready to take her back onto my lap and fuck her.
Her breathing becomes rapid, and her moans desperate and pitchy as she climbs closer and closer, finally coming all over the leather seat as I bury my face between her legs. I don’t let go right away. I won’t stop until I can feel her body relax. She deserves to feel every bit of this experience, and I won’t take any of it from her.
When her muscles lose their tension, I give her pussy one final kiss as I grab her from her seat and into my lap again. I pull my cock from my pants, and at first, I’m reminded that she’s a virgin and may not be able to handle my size.
This isn’t really a problem I’ve had before, maybe once or twice, but I figure that fingering her will help stretch her out a bit.
A single finger enters her, and her eyes roll back in her head at first. Has she never had anything inside of her? I’ve seen the toys she uses. They aren’t necessarily small.
I slide another finger inside, and she starts to moan again, completely unable to speak as she begs for more with her eyes.
I pull my fingers away, replacing them with my cock. I slip the head of my cock along her soaking pussy, and almost instinctively, she grinds against me, trying to slide me inside on her own.
I can’t take it anymore. I slide into her, slowly at first, in increments, until the entire length of my shaft is inside of her. She’s so tight that it almost hurts, but she seems to be enjoying the sensation of being stretched open more than she ever has been, or at least more than she’s used to.
Despite her enthusiasm, I know to be gentle with her. I can’t fuck her like a machine. I grab onto her and thrust into her slowly and methodically, both for her sake and to avoid blowing my load early and ruining the experience. Her pussy is so tight that I can hardly distract myself from my own impending orgasm.
Her breaths are so short and desperate as I enter her. She smells so fucking good that I just want to bite her neck hard as I ram my cock deeper and deeper until she comes all over it. The restraint I’ve had to employ to have sex with her without going wild is immense, and every time I look her in the face, I wish I could pull my cock out and come all over it. I’d love to glaze her face with so much cum that she blows bubbles with it.
The longer I fuck her, the more she pants and squirms in my lap, closer and closer to an orgasm that she’s likely never been able to give herself. She leans back a bit, amplifying the sensation of the tip of my dick against her vagina.
At this point, it’s over for me. I can feel my own orgasm swelling up, and before I’m able to stop it, I come inside of her longer than I’ve ever come before in my life. Her eyes roll back as I thrust deep into her, her hot, wet vagina pulsing and throbbing around my aching cock.
All we can do is try in vain to catch our breaths, staring deep into each other’s eyes like two people who are in love for the first time. Maybe we are.
