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Page 98 of The Brigadier

Everything about the moment was even more special, the clinging to each other necessary. How had a man like me gotten so lucky?

I thrust my tongue inside, my kiss more dominating than before. I was so forceful I almost accidentally pulled her off. Yet sheremained clinging to me, writhing underneath as only she could do.

She sucked on my tongue, holding me in place and did her best to grind her wet pussy against my cock. After a couple of minutes, it was all I could take. I yanked her butt halfway off the edge of the counter, rolling onto the balls of my feet so I could easily impale her with my cock.

Somehow, she managed to break free of the kiss, throwing her head back and issuing the kind of moan that indicated utter passion.

The moment was incredible, so much so I was thrown into a sweet bliss of my own. It was as if I was always meant to be with her. Damn the naysayers or those who might condemn us both for the forbidden aspect. Why should I give a fuck what anyone thought?

“I want you. I need you. I will have you.” It was some strange declaration to her, as if either one of us needed it.

Slowly, Chantel lifted her head, giving me another one of her teasing looks. “That’s good because you can’t get rid of me. Now fuck me as if your life depended on it.” She pushed up on the counter, arching her back until my attention was pushed to her sweet nipples.

“It just might, my sweet princess.” I had so many things I wanted to whisper in Russian, terms of endearment that I wanted her to hear, but this was more important.

Plus, I needed her to understand how important this was between us.

And it was.

She did her best to meet every brutal thrust, her smile devious. As she dropped her arm from around my head, raking her sharp nails down my back, I was pulled into another sweet vacuum of needing her.

Hungering for her.

I had no idea how long we fucked like two animals, but long enough sweat was running down both sides of my face, the tightness in my chest from urgency and need.

We were half laughing together, half growling like savages. The mirror was steamed up, the entire room like a sweatbox.

But it was utterly perfect.

With a few more brutal strokes of my shaft, I could easily tell I wasn’t going to last long. But we tried. God knows we tried, but the sweetness of being inside of her, the way her pussy was pulling me in even deeper was too much.

With her panting, tossing her head back and forth, I knew she was also ready to climax again as well.

In the next few precious seconds, we erupted at the same time.

There was truly nothing like filling her with my seed.

One day it would be in the hopes of making a child of our own.

Jesus. Where had that thought come from?

As the throbbing of my cock started to slow, her pussy continued to clench and release and I thought for certain she would push me into another orgasm of my own.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes. There was something entirely different about the way she was looking at me. Thenagain, I had a feeling my hard gaze was the same. She planted her palm on my chest, kneading the muscles.

There was no doubt something heavy was on her mind.

Even her lower lip was trembling.

I gripped her chin, forcing her to keep her head where I could see her eyes. “Baby. It’s all going to be fine.”

“What if it isn’t?”

“This was your idea, a damn good one. Best I ever heard.”

“I just… I just have a bad feeling.”

“Look,” I whispered as I brushed hair from her face. “It’s understandable. With everything that’s happened, you’re likely in a sense of shock. It’s not always this way.” And I wasn’t lying. Although I had to wonder if this was more like what the future would be.




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