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then lifted his face to kiss him again. Her hands unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his muscular tan chest donning a plethora of tattoos. Sexy. So very sexy.

Anatoly picked her and himself up in one motion and laid her on the floor. He couldn't bring himself to wait long enough to carry her to the bedroom. He had to have her now.

She watched him as his trousers fell to the floor revealing tanned muscular legs. He fished out a condom, slid it on and kicked off his pants and underwear. He wasn't modest, didn't give a damn about the way things looked. He only wanted her.

Pushing her legs open, he leaned into her body and felt her naked flesh against his own for the first time. She was soft like silk. Unable to help himself, he ran his hands over her smooth bikini line. knew her mouthwatering brown mound, but he quickly decided against it.

Victoria arched her hips, awaiting his entry. What did she care that he was not into oral. There was only one thing on her mind. The ten inch phallic form standing upright before her. He came to her hastily, surging into her without words or theatrics. He filled her quickly, pulsating as he did. He dug his knees into the fine plush carpet and groaned.

Victoria let out a long whimper. He was exceedingly large. His muscular, vein-filled hips pushed into her body with hard pumps that rocked her and burned her back against the carpet with the rapid friction.

Fingers splayed out on his wide back, she held on as he ripped through her body. The ecstasy of his strong strokes made a sensual moan erupt from her throat.

He covered her mouth with a kiss and slipped a finger behind her into her buttocks. She looked She kept herself up very well. If he better, he would have tasted her up startled. So, he was a kinky bastard. She loved the foreign, naughty exhilaration but would deny him the pleasure he silently asked for. Not yet. Not tonight.

She finally pushed against his chest and made him roll over. Straddling him, she felt both his hands on her hips, pushing her down on top of him. He planted his feet and lifted them both off the floor. She pushed back, eager to ride him, moving her hips wildly on top of him.

Anatoly clenched his jaw and bucked back. He watched her body soar into the air in slow motion. With nearly the same force, she pushed back against his force again, making him fall to the ground.

He understood what she was doing—fighting for dominance. He wouldn't give it to her, unless she gave him what he wanted, and he had a feeling that she would not. So, he would make her suffer.

He quickly flipped her on her side and pulled her thick thighs back towards him. He could feel the tension in her body. She was afraid of how he would take her, but he would control his carnal desires—at least for tonight. Now beside her, he entered her warm vagina again and wrapped his arm around her small perky breasts.

The power made her clamor in his embrace. He pushed inside of her again and again until she felt a tremor from deep inside her body. She tried to pull away, but the agile young man pulled her to her knees and laid her on the couch where he took her from behind. One of his large hands was wrapped into a fist around her black hair and the other slapped against her brown, perfect buttocks, splattering the sweat that ran down from her back.

In perfect view of her long temple, he opened her wide, pulled back, and then felt her body began to vibrate. She clawed the sofa as she climaxed. The wetness of her body made for warmer more vivid sensations for him. He groaned as he watched, amazed at the contrast of their skin colors, the heat of her skin, the look of her.

Screaming his name as he picked her little body up, he pulled it into his rock hard erection. She was now not on the floor or the sofa but suspended in the air, trapped in his embrace. He held her close as he came. With his face against her back and his long arms cradling her, he caught his breath and moved her long hair out of his way.

When he was done, she sat in his lap, covered in sweat and drained. He picked her up off his penis sat her on the couch gently, exhibiting the last bit of strength that she had failed to deplete.

"Now you can go pack," he said, clearing his throat. His face was stone-like.

She looked across at him stunned and speechless.

* * *

"Lunch was great," Royal said, leaning into Dmitry as he bent to kiss her lips.

"Da? You liked? Good. Well have leftovers tonight for dinner," he rubbed through her hair and looked in her eyes. She looked flushed.

"Are you getting sick?"

"A cold maybe. I feel… hot," she lied. "Listen. I'm so behind at the shop until I need to stay later. I'll get one of the girls to bring me home tonight. If Anya could stay with you for the rest of the day that would be great."

"Of course. Just make sure that you don't end up at the shop tonight alone. If I need to, I'll leave here and stay with you until you finish."

"No," she said quickly. "The girls will stay with me. You go home and take Anya. I'll be there shortly."

"Okay," Dmitry felt Anya tugging at his leg. "Yes, baby, what is it?" He looked down at her.

"Can I help Javier wash the dishes?" Anya asked, interrupting her parents.

"No," Royal answered, rubbing Anya's head. "Stay out of the way and be a good girl."

Dmitry