Stay With Me (A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance Novel) (Imani's Russian Billionaire Series Book 1)

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the pleasure. Still sucking on her nipple, he leaned down and put one arm behind her knees and one arm behind her back, and picked her up.
    He placed her on the bed and stood up. She watched him from underneath half-closed lids as he started to remove his shirt.
    “No,” she said, as she kneeled on the bed. “Let me.”
    He let his hands drop to his sides as she reached up to undo his buttons. With every button she opened, she deposited a kiss on his newly exposed skin. His entire body was rigid as he tried to stop himself from becoming an animal, and simply throw her down and push inside her. His dick ached for release but he tried to think of something else as she slowly removed his shirt. She wanted to take off his shirt—so he would let her take off his shirt, even if it meant he had to bite the inside of his mouth until he bled, to stop from touching her.
    As soon as she had his shirt off, it was her turn to lean down and suck on one of his tiny nipples, and he almost came, right then and there.
    “ Fuck ,” he groaned, and then he pushed her down gently on her back.
    He crawled over her, his naked chest pushed up against her luscious breasts, skin-to-skin for the first time. She was shaking, and her eyes looked almost feral with lust, and he realized that she needed some release now in order to enjoy all that he planned to do with her later. So, he sat up and pulled the sweatpants and her panties down and off her in one fell swoop. The vision of her, completely naked on his bed, her dark skin flushed and nipples hard from his ministrations, would forever be burned into his brain.
    “You are so sexy,” he murmured, and she smiled lovingly at him.
    “Vlad,” she sighed as he quickly kissed his way down her body.
    When he kissed down her hips to her knees, he stopped. He looked up at her as he put both of his hands on her thighs and spread her legs. Her head was thrashing around on his pillow when her scent hit his nose. He almost buckled then, and his dick pulsed in his pants once, twice, and then stopped when he bit on the inside of his mouth as hard as he was able. She smelled like citrus and honey, and his mouth actually watered, he wanted to taste her so much.
    He ran his index finger down the middle of her pussy, reveling in how wet she was. She bucked her hips up and he used his other hand to hold her down gently.
    “Baby, it’s okay,” he told her, even though he wasn’t sure that she could hear him at that point.
    Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was pink and swollen—she was close.
    “ Please ,” she moaned, and he leaned down and licked up her entire opening, from her hot cove to her clit, in one long stroke.
    His balls tightened up close to his body, and he prayed he wouldn’t come yet. He licked her again, this time spreading her lower lips with his fingers. She tasted like the sweetest ambrosia in the world, and he knew then that she could crush his heart if she wished. He swallowed all of her sweet juice while she moved around the bed, unable to stay still. Finally, when he knew she couldn’t take much more, he whispered, “Here you go, sweetheart,” and pushed two fingers inside her.
    She screamed, he sucked her hard clit into his mouth and pumped his hand, and she shattered. Her walls pulsed against his fingers over and over again, and he gently licked her, but avoided the ultra-sensitive clit, while she shuddered and thrashed.
    Eventually, she lay still on the bed, her skin more flushed with pink than before. But when he crawled up her body, her face was clear and her eyes were focused on him.
    “I can’t move. That was incredible,” she rasped, and he laughed softly.
    He kissed her gently, his tongue sharing how she tasted with her. “ Delicious ,” he said, after her questioning glance, and she smiled.
    “It’s your turn,” she said a moment later, as they held each other.
    “No, you don’t have to do that.”
    “I want to.”
    “I want to make love to you,” he said

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