with lust and ready to throw all logic and ration away.

He sucks hard on my breast, kisses my chest then kisses me hard. It's frantic and needy like he can't take it anymore. He can't hold back and he's going to feast and feast like a starved man.

It's like a fücking demand and supply equilibrium. We both want.

I moan into his mouth, feeling his hand knead on my breast and tug on my sensitive wet nipple.

My body won't stop exploding with those tingles and the fast bolts of electricity. He tugs the zip to the end and start to push off top of my jumpsuit.

Fear of the suddeness shoves at me but i shove it back.

I want this.

I Reach for the hem of his sweater too, to tug it off. I want to see him. I want touch him so bad.

"Foxie fück" He kisses down my jawline to my neck, nibbling on the skin, his hand trail down then up again to knead on my breast then he thrust hip hard in between my legs.

"Oh God"

He's so hard.

"Tell me to fûck you right now" He more demands than ask, thrusting his bulge against my center again, again, again and again.

"P-please" I stutter gasp feeling his hand go into my jumpsuit, then my panties until he finds my clit. He rubs furiously making my body start withering uncontrollably.

"I want you foxie, tell me! Tell me you want me too" He rub again, breathing harshly into my neck. "Say it"

His two fingers sink inside of me, and I instinctively buck away from the sudden intrusion. Then panting from the pleasure.

I feel myself gush out.

"L-lucy p-please" I gasp each words out with how his fingers is thrusting inside of me.

He pulls back to look at my, face staring into my eyes for seconds long, instensify my needs. My face flushes some more from the proximity and his fingers inside of me.

"You're soaked" He moans into my face "I want to be inside of you."

I whimper, then throw my head back into the couch when i feel his thumb on my clit. That unbelievable heat spreads again.

He kisses me hard swallowing my moans till i come apart.

I'm panting when he pulls way to tug off his sweater. My mouth fall open staring at his chest right infront of my face, i feel my panties flush some more.

I place my hand on his abs and feel him tense making me feel like an idiot.

"I'm sorry. Did i do something wrong?" I blush whispering, i look up to see his jaw clenched.

I quickly pull my hand away embarrassed.

"No no, keep touching me" He takes my hand himself and i feel that bolt bounce from his touch all through my body

Why does that keep happening to me with him.

I bite my lips my eyes taking all his tattoos to memory and willing it to never forget.

This man is beautiful

"Like this?" I breathe trailing my hand down and rubbing his hard length through his slacks.

"Fûck!" He doesn't say anything else, he kisses me hard with need. Tugging down my jumpsuit impatiently

"Tell me you want this. " He more growls than ask.

"I do. Fûck" He sucks on my breast and start to trails kiss down my stomach. He stop at the apex of my crotch and watches me with sexy hooded eyes that completely drugs me.

I feel his mouth trail down then cover my clït through the lace, I instinctively buck from the sensitivity, my head swirling. My focus dwindling.

Oh God! yes! His tongue darts out then spreads on my clit pressing into my heat making my moans soar.

He tugs the jumpsuit completely off and stares at my state in full then smirks, eyes dark with millions of desires in chaos.

Chaos for me because he can end me.

"You're so beautiful foxie, and fücking crazy."

I giggle then flush. Can this can man compliment me in full for once.

He suddenly takes my hand pulling me flush into his body. I feel my body get impossibly hotter. My nipples presses against his chest begging for attention.

My püssy throbbing with need for him.

He throw me against his shoulder like i weigh nothing.

"Hey!!" I yell maneuvering myself up a bit, then take a fist full of his hair. "Why do you like handling me like im a piece of meat. Put me down now!"

"I do plan on eating your püssy out" He retorts then smacks my ass, making me yelp and and fall against his shoulder.

I'm pressed into a bed out of nowhere and I'm about to ask him if he snapped his fingers to produce a suite with a large bed in a club.

But he press his lips to mine, shutting off my question to melt off like ice.

I feel his bulge at my entrance, he grinds, then shift my panties to the side and strokes me bare. I start shaking so hard.

The feel of his bares skin against my front makes it feel all the more intimate. I arch up against him from the feeling, running my hand through his hair and tugging hard.

My hand moves to strokes his back but he seizes both my hands banding it above my head and grind up against my püssy, making me imagine him fücking me like that hard.

He tugs the lace aside and sucks on my breast groaning and making me whimper, biting my lips hard to keep it down even despite our privacy

I feel him tugging my panties down and i flush hard on what about to come.

Well that would be both him and i

But.....

There's heavy banging on the door, in that split second I consider carry a gun around. But my face flush about being caught in such a compromising situation.

"What the fûck do you want!!" Lucy voices thunders bouncing off the wall and startling me.

"Sir, we have Divisions, your attention is need urgently"

I watch his eyes clouded with lust for me, start to transform into something so definite. Like a no business no care kind of look

And I start to wonder what the hell they meant by what he was just told.

He closes his eyes breifly then pulls away from me, making me feel so cold.

He walk into a room or maybe a closet and comes back fully dressed in cashmere sweater and full leather coat. I spot a gun steal out of the coat sleeve and I nearly lose my breathe

I know he doesn't know i saw it.

My head start whirling faster and faster and i feel like throwing up.

He takes my hand in his gingerly, tipping my chin up and starring into my eyes forever. I'm afraid he just read my soul.

He look like he can know all my secrets from that look.

I'm shaking again.

"Cold?" His voice is a dark whisper, as he frames my face and trail my bottom lip with his thumb.

He doesn't give me time to respond, he dresses my body in one his sweater, i had no idea he was holding one. I'm enveloped in his drugging scent as the soft mattrial falls to mid thigh.

He brushes my hair away, easing the long length out, making me feel like a child that need protection.

Making me feel the need to lean against him.

I don't like that.

"I have to go" He announces and my heart plumments like I'm expecting him to stay with me forever "I'll be back. I need you to stay here"

"What! I can go back home"

"No! No Diayhana пожалуйста i need you to stay here let me fix the shïts that's going on. I don't want anybody to see you"

He called my full name.

But I think his word through and I'm unable to appreciate how my name sounded from his tongue in a Russian accent.

"What? Are you embarrassed of me or something. This is the second time you're insinuating something like...." I start to pull away from him.

"Foxie, fücking listen to me. I don't want any body seeing you and wanting to take you away from me or hurting you." He frames my face with both hands and leans his forehead down to mine

"You're mine foxie, mine"

What the fuck was that in my chest!!! Oh God!

There's another pounding on the door again, he stares at me for long moment before he pulls away, finally leaves.

Oh God. What just happened?