I look at him for a long moment. I lean down to kiss him, and he kisses me back, deep and slow. When we pull apart, he licks his lips and lets out a low groan.
“You taste so sweet,” he says.
“I didn’t like seeing you with her,” I admit against his mouth. “I really didn’t like it.”
His hand comes up to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I’m sorry,” he says. “From now on, if any woman comes near me, I’m walking the other way. I won’t let another woman’s handtouch me. Not ever.” He brushes my cheek again, gentle and certain. “Only you.”
He kisses me again, slow and deep. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark and focused.
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” he says, “let’s continue getting your blackmail evidence.” He looks down. “We’re almost to the good part.”
“What’s the good part?” I ask.
He stands up from the couch with me still wrapped around him and lays me back onto the chair so I’m flat on my back with him hovering over me. He looks down at my panties and grabs them.
“These are in the way,” he says.
“Don’t you dare—”
He tears them clean off.
“Alexei!”
“You already have my passwords,” he says, not bothered at all as he kicks the shredded lace off to the side. “You have more money in your bag than most people see in a year. If you want a factory, I’ll buy you one.” He lines himself up against my wet heat. “But I’m not letting a piece of fabric get between me and my wife.”
He lunges in—deep and hard—and I let out a jagged cry as the phone slips in my hand, the screen tilting sideways.
He keeps going, stroke after heavy stroke, pushing all the air out of my chest until I’m gasping.
“Are you filming, baby?” he grunts, his voice shredded. “Need a pause to fix the angle?”
“Shut up,” I hiss, breathless. “It’s not like I’m feeling anything.”
He freezes. Total, heavy silence.
“Oh, really?” he says.
He slams into me, hard enough to make the phone vibrate against my palm. He snatches it from my fingers, his eyes glued to the screen, and lets out a low, guttural sound.
“God,” he says, his voice completely wrecked. “Look at this. You’re so fucking thick.” He grabs my waist, then drags his hands up to squeeze my tits, his fingers digging in while the camera stays live. “I just want to—” He groans, thrusting deep. “—God. Every single inch of you.” He palms my breasts, his cock driving in and out in a rhythm that feels like a punishment. “You’re so perfect. I want to consume you.”
His hand is a vice on my hip, pulling me deeper onto him, while the other hand holds the phone steady. His face has a tinge of red in it.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his pace stuttering, turning desperate.
“I don’t think I am,” I breathe.
“Yes, you are.” He leans down, his mouth burning against my ear, never slowing down. “Come on, baby. Don’t be scared. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
He breaks with a groan that fills the small room, burying himself until he hits every wall inside me. I feel the pulse of him, hot and thick, flooding me. I clench, desperate, and everything inside me snaps, my body shaking as I follow him over the edge.
We stay tangled there, just breathing, our hearts hammering against each other in the dark.
Then he pulls out slowly, angling the camera down. He records his cock sliding out and the cum dripping thick and slow from me. He spreads me open with his thumb, making sure the lens catches every drop.
“Now,” he says, his voice dropping back to that low, satisfied drawl. He tilts the phone to catch his own face before angling it back down. “That is proper blackmail material.” He pauses. “Bratty attitude officially fixed.”
I stare up at the dark ceiling, breathing hard. “I want a new pair of panties,” I say.