Chapter 11

Yaroslav

T o say Kimberly kissing me was a surprise, would be an understatement. We’d just been talking about her asshole of a brother putting her grandmother in the hospital, not exactly foreplay. I was surprised that her telling me this made me want to go find her brother and rip his fucking head off. Not only do I think men like that are low-life scum, but the idea of someone hurting Kim set off a primal rage inside of me. I was barely managing to remain calm when I noticed she was crying.

I’m not exactly the gentle type, but I’m not a complete asshole so of course I moved to comfort her. I just don’t know how that got us from there to here. Not that I’m complaining.

Kissing isn’t usually my thing. It’s too intimate and can give the wrong impression, this is strictly a business agreement after all. That’s why I avoided kissing her last night when she tried. But now, as her soft, full lips meet mine I can’t help myself. I kiss her back.

The kiss becomes deeper and more frantic as our mouths explore each other. She tastes like honey and spice. She breaks away slightly, her lips parting into a breathy moan that makes my cock immediately spring to attention. Not caring that we’re in the kitchen or considering who might walk in, I pull her top over her head. I’m thrilled to see she’s not wearing a bra as her pert breasts spring free. I cup them in my hands feeling the weight of them and teasing her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, resuming our passionate kiss.

She similarly breaks away to pull at my top and I oblige, unbuttoning my shirt between kisses and throwing it to the floor. She kicks her shoes off and I do the same before undoing her jeans and pulling her body close to mine with one arm to lift her up slightly, giving her space to shimmy out of them. The damp patch in her lace panties shows me just how ready for me she is.

I caress her through the fabric, and she lets out a breath. Displayed on my kitchen counter like this she looks good enough to eat. I do just that, I push her panties aside and lazily run my tongue along her slit. She groans and her pussy gets even wetter, I slip my fingers inside, enjoying the sensation of her pussy tensing on them as I slide them in and out, the juices dripping down my arm. I’m never going to be able to eat on this island again without picturing her like this.

“You’re so fucking incredibly sexy,” I growl, voicing my thoughts as she eagerly grinds on my fingers.

“More, I want more,” so moans clenching her strong thighs around my shoulders and drawing me in.

I chuckle to myself, she really is a greedy little minx, my little coquette .

“Oh, if you want more, koketka, I’ll give you more,” I purr.

I pull my slick fingers out, leaving her bucking and aching for more, and lick her juices from them, enjoying the way her eyes widen in surprise at the sight. I easily rip her panties clean off her, impatient to fuck her and she gasps in excitement. I pull out my hard cock and thrust it deep inside her, not taking it slowly and gently like the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so big!” she exclaims.

Her pussy grips me tightly and it takes a moment for her to grow used to my size. She’s so wet it doesn’t take long for me to be able to thrust in and out, building speed and momentum. I pull her up so her bare chest is pressed against mine and look into her eyes, enjoying watching the arousal in them. She bites her lip in that sexy way of hers and I find myself kissing her deeply as I fuck her, her legs wrapped around my waist. She claws at my back leaving scratches as I fuck her hard.

We’ve only fucked a few times and already I can’t get enough of her. I always scorned at the rich men I mingle with who are so eager to trade women in for younger models. Men who date women young enough to be their daughters. I’ll admit, when I found out how young Kim was, I felt guilty for my attraction to her. But fucking her feels like the most natural thing in the world. If it’s always this good with someone so much younger I can see what all the fuss is about.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, Yaroslav!” Kim cries out.

I feel her cum all over my cock and savor the sensation a moment before picking her up, flipping her over, and entering her from behind. Her pert ass is presented to me as she stands, leaning over the countertop on tiptoes. I thrust hard and fast, enjoying watching her ass cheeks jiggle and feeling her tight pussy from this new angle. I grip her hips pulling her back and forth against me. She arches her back, and I pull her back to stand more upright, feeling around to play with her breasts, biting and kissing her neck as I fuck her.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” she groans as I slam into her.

I want to stop, to pull back and tease her, make her work for the orgasm, but she feels so good I can’t help myself. I continue my pace, bringing her to climax as she grinds against my cock. I feel her pussy clench and spasm as the orgasm ripples through her and I’m unable to hold myself back. My cock throbs, ready to burst, and I let myself go, cumming inside her.

It’s only as I start to come back to myself that I realize that was the second time I’ve cum inside her without protection. We haven’t yet discussed whether or not she’s on some kind of contraception and I curse myself for my carelessness. While I might enjoy fucking Kimberly Walsh, this is a two-week deal and I know nothing about her other than the fact she’s broke, desperate, and sexy as hell. The last thing I need is for some gold-digger to get pregnant because I’m too stupid to spot a trap when I see it.

Pissed off with my lack of control I pull out and immediately get dressed, not looking at her. Kimberly seems to sense my change in mood but doesn’t say anything, and simply gets dressed. I’m too annoyed and in my own head right now so I don’t dare meet her eyes or say another word to her, I simply turn my back and leave her.

Hey, nobody said I was a nice guy. I don’t owe her a romance, she knew what she was getting into when we agreed on this arrangement. At least, that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.