hest a white shirt. Nothing underneath
I tried to turn, but Alessandre was already lifting the hem of the thirt with slow deliberation, his fingers brushing against my skin. Contrbusnjar followed in
“You’re so tense,” he murmured, almost in himself.
He squeezed a generous amount of the ointment onto his fingers, and I gasped when I felt the conl, dick fouch spreading over the wee skin of my backside.
But then without warning–his fingers dipped lover, Gently, he parted me, and a slick finger pushed slowly inside
“Uhhh,” I moaned, a misture of suprise and reluctant please bleeding into my voice,
Alessandro chuckled, dark and wicked.
“Patience, little Nikolai. I’m only massaging it for you,” he teased, but his voice dripped with intention,
His finger pushed deeper, curling inside me in a way that made my legs tremble. Another moan slipped out–uncontrolled, seedy.
Then he pulled out… and thrust back in. Rougher this time.—
“Uh! Alessandro!” I gasped, the sound of my own velice desperate and breathless. My cock, now fully hard, rubbed against the bed sheets beneath me, a maddening fription to the sensation.
“Slow down,” I whispered, barely able to think.
adding
But he didn’t.
Instead, he added another finger.
“Not quite yet,” he growled, pumping them inside me with precision, each thrust striking a place so deep it made my
vision blur.
1 whimpered his name, my hands clawing at the sheets, hips rocking back against his touch. I could feel the knot coiling low in my stomach, tightening with every second
One last thrust–and I came undone, spilling onto the sheets with a strangled moan.
Alessandro slowly withdrew his fingers, then tumed me gently in his arms, holding me close as I trembled against him.
I pressed my forehead into his bare chest, still trying to catch my breath. I glanced up at him, cheeks huming. “W–What about you?” I asked shyl
He didn’t answer right away. His arousal was impossible to ignore, the bulge in his briefs straining tight. My eyes lingered there, then darted back up to his Lace.
“Aren’t you sore from last night?” he asked, voice low. “Unless you’re willing to do something.”
He reached up, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip
“Unless I’m willing to do what?” I mumured, heart pounding.
“Unless you’re willing to use that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said, voice hy as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips.
Te
e you?” he asked
eyes locked with mine, dark and full of beat,
My that was dry, but I nodded faintly. Slowly, I sank to my knees, coming face–to–face with his clothed erection. I reached up, fingers curling around the
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waistband of his briefs, ready to return the favor when
The phone’s shaill tee shaileted the moment like a glass dropped in tile.
“Fuck,” Alessandro snapped, yanking luck,
The spell was broken. I stood quickly, flustered, as he tossed me a robe. I caught it and pulled it around myself, fimbling with the mish.
“Who is it?” I asked, trying to mask the disappointment
Alessandro snatched the phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen. His jaw tightened. “Vladimir.”
Something in his expression shifted. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
He answered the call
“What is it?” he asked sharply, his voice turning cold and clipped.
Whatever Vladimir said on the other end, it made Alessandro ga still. The only sound was the low murmur from the phone and the faint thud of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“In the basement?” Alessandro repeated, slower this time, his accent bleeding through. “Are you sure?”
I watched him tense, his muscles coiling with purpose.
Then, after a beat, he said flatly. “Keep him alive. Don’t touch him until I get there.”
He hung up without waiting for a response and tossed the phone onto the bed with force.
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