“Oh, fuck.” My leg is hooked over his shoulder and he turns and kisses my knee, my calf. He thrusts into me, prolonging what was already an earth-shattering orgasm. “You feel so good, Viviana.”
I’m coming down and my vision clears. I get to watch as Mikhail pumps into me. His brows are pinched together. His square jaw is like granite, clenched tighter than I’ve ever seen it.
Knowing the pictures I sent could bring a man like Mikhail to this is intoxicating.
Then he looks down at me and explodes.
He spills into me in long, steady strokes. I feel the heat of him seeping through every part of my core. When he’s done, he lets my legs fall to the side and collapses against my chest.
“f*****g hell.” He presses a lazy kiss to the underside of my breast. “You look so good when I make you come
