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shivered with appreciation. His wide shoulders were muscled, his pecs rigid with dusky nipples, his arms brawny. He had sculpted washboard abs, and a
tantalizing black goody trail that I wanted to nuzzle. His tanned skin sported a few raised scars over his chest and arms, but they didn’t detract from his hotness.
    His expression grew stern. “You disobeyed me. You came without permission.”
    I stretched my arms over my head, loving his gaze on my tits. “I regret nothing.”
    He unbuckled his belt, his movements menacing. So why did I feel no fear of this strange man? He snagged a condom from his pocket, then unzipped his slacks. As he worked them over his massive
erection, I gasped.
    His cock was a work of art. Distended, damp-tipped, with a plum-colored crown and a thick veined shaft. I wished I could explore every inch of it at my leisure. I’d never been a fan of
head, but I licked my lips to imagine my tongue flicking that bulbous tip, teasing it. My mouth nursing that length . . .
    He stood nude before me, his body the most mouthwatering I’d ever seen. All I could think:
Best job ever!!!
    He wrapped his big fist around his shaft, giving a stroke that rendered me breathless. More moisture beaded the slit. As he rolled on what had to be an extra-large condom, he said, “Show
me what I’m soon to enjoy.” There was no mistaking his tone. He’d given me a command.
    Beautiful arrogant man.
    I would follow his order, but I’d do it my way. I lifted one foot onto the couch back, resting the stiletto heel against the sofa’s piping, then let my knees fall wide. I undulated
in this position, taunting him with my spread pussy. “How do you like variety now,
querido
?”
    His cock pulsated in his hand, and he muttered something in Russian that sounded like a curse. He returned to the couch, kneeling between my legs. The difference in our sizes struck me. He made
me feel tiny and fragile—while he was all hard edges and power.
    He leaned over me, using one hand to restrain my wrists over my head. With his other, he gripped his shaft and aimed it. When the crown slipped down my slickened lips, he hissed in a breath.
“So fucking wet for me.”
    As he prodded that broad head, I had my first worry.
    I was soaked, but he was
big
—
    He shoved inside to the hilt, yelling with pleasure.
    Too
big! “Ow! Hold up!” I strained against his grip. “
Mierda,
give me a minute.”
    Lips parted, he released my wrists and drew back on his knees, leaving me pinned on his cock. “ ‘
Ow?
Hold up?’ ” This was the second time he’d flashed me
that expression of shock/amazement; I termed the look
Máximo shockeado
. “You’re determined to enjoy your fucking?”
    I guessed other women had let him shove away. “Let me get used to your size.” The fit was so tight that I could feel his dick throbbing with each of his heartbeats. “Can you do
that?”
    He held himself still, shuddering from the effort. His skin began to dampen with a sheen of sweat. He grated, “
Somehow.
”
    Tentatively, I rolled my hips, sending his shaft in and out of me.
    In . . . out . . .
    In . . . out . . .
    In. Out.
    In.
    Each time I could accept his length more readily, my body accommodating his. Pleasure subdued the pain. My lids grew heavy again.
    “Good girl.” His gaze was fixed between my legs. “I see you taking me,
dushen’ka.
”
    When he leaned over me once more, I threaded my fingers through his thick hair. At my ear, he murmured Russian words, then he took my mouth. He’d liked it when I’d sucked on his
tongue, so I did it again—
    He growled into our kiss, his hips shooting forward between my legs. It didn’t hurt this time, wrenched a moan from me. He withdrew, then sank even deeper. And it was . . .
    Increíble!
I broke away to cry, “Yes, yes!
Más
, Máxim!”
    Leaning on his forearms, he began to surge into me. His black hair was mussed from my frantic grip, his eyes hooded. He stared down at my face, brows