Knocked Up By the Russian Boss by Bella King

Chapter 30

IVORY

I’m so overwhelmed by this turn of events that I feel like I’m floating out of my own body, watching everything take place in front of me like a stage play. When I was hesitant to even see Maxim less than five hours ago, I’m now practically throwing myself at him to retain his protection. What does that make me?

A sudden wave of self-consciousness comes over me as I change into my sleep clothes – an oversized white t-shirt and dark blue shorts. Maxim isn’t even really watching me, but I still feel so vulnerable and exposed. I’m in his house now, not mine.

“Um, where should I sleep?” I ask.

I hate to even consider sleeping anywhere other than in his bed with him, if even just for the extra measure of safety. I’m still not sure of him yet, and I probably shouldn’t just slip into his bed with him, but everything in me is screaming to stay near him.

“You’re sleeping here,” he says, motioning towards the right side of the bed. He glances at me with a sort of skepticism, like I’m an idiot for even questioning that I’d stay with him. This exchange both elates me and draws up my insecurities about him.

Without a hint of hesitation or self-consciousness, he slips out of his pants and removes his shirt, exposing his intensely muscled body in the dim glow of the city light. My stomach jumps at the sight of him, and I feel my face turn hot and red as I turn away, overcorrecting myself and making my embarrassment abundantly more obvious.

He lies down in the bed, motioning towards me to join him in the spot next to him.

For as much, or as little, as I’ve done physically with a man, I’ve never slept in the same bed as one. My intimate encounters have always been drunken one-off make-out sessions with handsy college guys. Nobody has ever held me close to them as we slept. Sleeping together is a whole other kind of intimacy.

I crawl into bed, and I ease myself into his arms. My body is tense at first, and I’m trembling a bit at the newness of his warmth enclosing around me. His skin is surprisingly soft for a man, and his muscles are rigid against my body. I fantasize about what he must do to maintain his appearance so well.

He doesn’t speak to me at first, and I take this as a hint that he doesn’t want to be bothered while he tries to sleep. The silence in the room is broken only by the street noise, barely audible in an apartment so far above the city. I’m even aware of my own breathing, and I wonder to myself if it will annoy him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

I blush hard again, eternally grateful that he can’t see my face. “I’m just really nervous about all this stuff with Chad. It’s all so bizarre, and none of it makes sense to me. Every day feels more and more like a fever dream,” I reply.

Silence.

Have I spoken too much? Shit.

He closes himself around me a bit tighter, and I’m completely convinced that he can feel my heart pounding in my chest against his arm. My pussy is starting to throb slightly, and while I know he can’t feel it, I’m terrified that he’ll find out somehow, like he can phase into my body and learn all my dirty secrets and hidden shame.

“I’ll make sure nothing comes after you,” he replies in a low voice.

Comes after me?I think to myself. That phrasing is reminiscent of being chased by a shadow beast or fleshy alien creature in a movie. For a moment, I picture myself being torn to bits by a xenomorph, and I shudder.

“Can you promise me that?” I ask, almost instantly regretting it.

How much more needy could I be? I refuse to turn toward him. If anything, seeing my face would give away my awkwardness worse than anything I could say.

“What do you think?” he replies, and before I can respond, his hand has slipped over my left breast.

I gasp quietly. Is this really happening again? Already?

I relent immediately to the sensation of his hand gently caressing my nipple as it grows harder.

Even such a small touch could render me helpless to my arousal in seconds, especially at the hand of someone like Maxim. Feeling him inside of me in the SUV was not only incredible, but effortless. Maxim knows where to put himself to make a woman crazy.

Small whimpers escape me as he draws me closer to him, pulling my hips closer to his. The steady throb of his cock against my ass sends a shockwave of warmth through me, like all of my synapses have been choked by the world’s most powerful narcotic. If my body were capable of melting into a puddle, that’s where I’d be.

He entangles his legs with mine, and initially, I’m afraid he’s going to try and trap me there. When he feels me tense up, he releases one leg from mine, still wrapped up in me without the threat of subduing me. With this level of trust established, I burrow myself into his body, no space between us at all.

I’m expecting him to play with my nipple more, or maybe my ass. Instead, he turns me toward him, barely moving as he flips my whole body to the other side. Now we’re staring into each other’s eyes in the blue light of the night, and I can see a new layer of his inner self come to the surface in his gaze.

If I were any more naïve and desperate, I would say that he’s looking at me like he loves me.

Before I can stare much longer, he takes my face into both his hands and kisses me deeply. The kiss is suspended in time; nothing else exists right now except for this kiss. I grab him around his waist and pull him closer to me as if I would rather suffocate than have him pull away from my lips.

He bites down on my lower lip, not as hard as he had the first time. These little bites seem to symbolize something to him: you’re mine, and I’m going to make sure you don’t forget.

I wrap my leg around his body and press myself into his hips, and the heat of my pussy on his cock makes him even harder. I want him to rip my shorts off and fuck me again.

Can humans be chemically addicted to each other? Is that what this is? Am I getting a hit of something I didn’t know I needed?

Now I can’t live without it.

Our bodies move together as though he’s already inside of me, grinding rhythmically in a dance of pure lust. I’m practically riding the ridge of his cock through my shorts now, and I’m convinced that I could come easily if I continued this way.

But I want more than that.

He continues to kiss me more aggressively without being rough or pushy. His mouth is so soft on mine, and I don’t feel like he’s attacking me with kisses just to get it over with. I could drown in this moment.

He rolls over onto his back, grabbing me by the waist and bringing me with him. Now I’m on top, and the weight of my body on his presses me into his cock, and I can feel just how wet my shorts are already. He must be able to feel it as I grind into him because he reaches down and pulls my shorts aside, exposing my hot, swollen pussy to him just like I had the first time.

His fingers find my clit quickly, and he teases it lightly until I feel like I’m burning. My legs twitch as he strokes me, and I’m so desperate for more that I want to just crawl up to his mouth and tease him with my labia.

So I do.

At first, he’s confused. Why am I pulling away from him already? But when he sees me slide my shorts off completely, he smiles at me as if he wants to swallow me whole.

Now that I’m half-naked, I make my way up his chest to his face, positioning myself just over his mouth, just out of reach. He tries to lick me, but I playfully pull away from him, hoping to frustrate him and make him as desperate for me as I am for him.

He turns his head and kisses the inside of my left thigh, sucking and biting lightly as if to punish me for being an impatient brat.

Eventually, I’m unable to deny him any longer, and my vulva meets his lips in a soft, wet kiss. He kisses my pussy just like he kissed my lips before, slowly and fully. This time isn’t like the first time he did this; this time feels hotter, heavier.

I glance back, and he’s pulled his dick out of his boxers and is slowly stroking himself, like he’s dying for release himself.

The image of him being so horny for me heightens the sensation of his mouth between my legs.

Soon, I feel the heaviness grow deeper and deeper in me until I feel like my pussy is going to explode. I’m riding his face now, desperate to come into his mouth like a needy little whore. He senses my urgency and sucks on my clit delicately, just barely enough to make my pussy burn.

After two minutes of holding back, the heat between my legs floods my whole nervous system, and I moan so loudly that I worry the neighbors can hear me.

My high-pitched, breathy moans turn me on as much as Maxim. I’ve never been able to express such sexual freedom before. This isn’t a closet at a party or a football player’s dorm room.

I nearly collapse into him, but he grabs me and flips me onto my back again. He’s on top of me now, and he’s sliding his cock between my throbbing lips as if to make me beg him to slip inside me. I’m so wet that there’s a damp spot under me, and I grind myself into him to demonstrate my blind desperation.

Effortlessly, he pumps into me once, stretching me slightly and almost to the point of pain. The sensation is welcome. He could mark up my whole body if he wanted to.

I moan out loud again, feeling all the vessels in my vagina pulse around him as he holds himself above me. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer, taking the lead and kissing him deeply over and over.

I bite his lips just as he bit mine. I’m learning. I’m catching up.

Every time he thrusts into me, I feel the heat in my lower belly build higher and higher. The head of his cock presses into my cervix, and while initially I’m in discomfort, something in my head lights up at the new sensation.

The sex itself isn’t the main satisfaction; it’s every single motion, filling my bloodstream with so much fire that I could burn to death smiling.

Maxim’s breaths have grown heavier, and his eyes flutter closed as he fucks me slowly and methodically.

He’s holding back. I know it. He wants to drain every last bit of potential pleasure from my body until I can’t even remember my own name.

I move my hips with his again. This is no longer his show, his game. I want to fuck him back.

At first, he seems caught off guard, like he isn’t used to the other person attempting to pleasure him. That’s something I’ve learned from men. They all want to show off how good they are at everything. This time, I want to be a part of the action, not a bystander.

As I speed up, he grabs my hips and positions me higher up where he can slide in deeper, then turns me on my side, extending my right leg under him and twisting me. His hand finds my hair, and he grasps it in his fingers without hurting me. He leverages himself this way, and he pounds me harder and harder until my eyes are in the back of my head and I’ve forgotten what year it is or who I am.

The warmth of his cock in me combined with the heat in my belly is too much for me. The friction builds and climbs until I’m nearly shaking in ecstasy.

I come again, all over Maxim’s huge cock as he fucks me mercilessly. If he’s waiting for a response or an affirmation, he won’t find one right now. I’m too dumbstruck from the intensity of my orgasm that I’m nearly gone from my body again, just as I was when I entered the apartment. I’m watching myself get laid out like Maxim’s beloved slut.

It isn’t long after before Maxim’s breathing changes again, and his arms begin to tremble as he grows closer to orgasm himself. Seeing his own desperation grow, knowing that his cock is getting harder and hotter and more sensitive inside of me nearly sends me over the edge again.

I need him to need me. I need to see him succumb to me as I have to him.

He slows down, and I want to scream at him to keep going until he comes inside of me. The allure of watching him edge himself over and over mitigates this desire, though, and I watch his face each time he gets closer and closer. I want him to get himself closer and closer to orgasm until he literally can’t hold back.

For a moment, he stops completely, and I can feel the urgency in his cock as it throbs madly inside of me. I start to fuck him back, independently of his own motions, and he’s unable to resist me.

He begins again, and he moans out loud as he climbs closer and closer until I can feel the hot burst of his orgasm inside of me. It keeps coming and coming, even longer than the first time. I never knew a man’s orgasm could last so long.

A devious little flash of accomplishment fills up my chest as I watch him shudder, his breaths heavy and labored.

Nobody moves. All we do is stare into the other’s eyes, deeply through to each other’s souls. I can’t break myself away from him, from his eyes or his body. For this moment suspended in time, we are one body.