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Chapter 20: Whatever it Takes (part 1)
“Fuck, Ryan! Where were you? I was worried sick.”
Artem jumped on me as soon as I walked inside his penthouse.
He felt me up and sniffed my neck as if to make sure that it was really me, that I was still in one piece.
Unless he was checking for mics hidden on my body? I was getting paranoid.
In all fairness, I had reasons to be.
I had slept in the cops' hideout and then, once cleared by the shrink, I had directly gone to Artem's place.
“What were you so scared of, Art? That your father would come after me? That I'd run to the cops?”
“Honestly, I was just afraid you'd leave me.”
I caressed his pale cheek.
I knew that he was not faking his concern because he had not taken the time to shave his face.
He must have been worrying all night and then all day.
I had never seen him with a single hair on his chin. He looked messier but no less sexy.
“I just needed some time after what happened. I’m fine.”
“Babe, I... I don't know what to tell you... My father...”
Since Artem could not find the right words, I helped him finish his sentence.
“Your father is just being exactly what I thought he would be. I admit, it was a bit of a shock when he killed her but I cannot say I was surprised.”
He sighed.
“That girl was a cop. She was there to rat him out. She was spying on us.”
“Oh... So, he was right to shoot her?”
Artem looked down at the floor.
“It's more complicated than that.”
“It’s really not but I don’t care. I'm here, okay? Your father is a criminal but I'm still here, with you.”
“He's not a criminal... Well, he's not only a criminal. You only see the worst parts of him but you have to know, if he was not where he is, there'd be so much more deaths and violence. I swear! You probably can’t see that but he's controlling crime in this city and in so many others, much more than any cop or judge ever could.”
“You’re telling that he’s the good guy?”
“No, he's not. I don't believe in good or bad anyway. As I said, it's complicated.”
I wrapped my hands around Artem's neck.
“I hate the way he talked to you. Aside from everything else, he shouldn't treat you that way.”
“No family is perfect.”
I leaned my forehead against his.
“I know.”
“Why did you come back, Ry?”
“That's easy.” I chuckled. “I couldn't stand the thought of being away from you a single more minute.”
Artem was sincerely moved.
He could be.
I was nothing but sincere in that moment.
“Ryan, I don't want you to find yourself involved in something you haven't chosen, to risk your life for me.”
“What if I want it though? What if I don't care about what your father does? What if I'm stronger than you think I am?”
He kissed me on the lips.
I felt instantly better.
I had been waiting for this ever since that awful dinner.
“Ryan, you don't know how bad it can get.” He insisted.
I puffed.
“Babe, your dad killed a snitch while I was standing naked, right there. I think I have a pretty good idea of how bad it can get.”
I had called Amelia Bryant a snitch purposely.
It was not fair but I needed to show Artem that I understood what needed to be done, that I was on his and his father's side.
“Right... Fuck, Ryan. I... I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better.”
“Listen, I didn't appreciate being tested like this but I’m not scared. I don't give a shit about following the law. I just want to be with you and I suppose that it means being accepted by your father. Unless you’d want to leave him behind?”
“You know that I can't do that.”
“Okay, then. In this case, he has to approve of me.”
“He already does.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Babe, I had a big fight with him after what happened. He... He shouldn't have tested you like, especially that way... I told him many times that he could trust you, that you were loyal. I think he does trust you now. I won't leave him the choice anyway. He'll never threaten you again! This, I swear.”
Artem was beautiful. However, he could be so naive.
Not only he had gotten it all wrong about me, but he had gotten it all wrong about his father too.
Andriy would never fully trust anyone, especially not based on the words of his son.
I did not contradict him though, and instead, I put more of my tongue inside his inviting mouth.
I believe that it is a primal reflex to have such a surge of libido after escaping death.
Both Artem and I wanted to feel alive and connected to one another. This would prove even truer later in that story.
"If this means I can be with you, I'll do whatever it takes for your father to see my worth." I whispered in his ears.
He stared at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes, they were almost gray.
"Ryan, you really surprise me sometimes."
"How so?"
"I don't know. Just like when we were at the Sorrow, or your reaction now, it's like, you... You’re unfazed by this shit. Or even, at times, it feels like you’re kinda enjoying it, somehow.”
"What? The shady business? The crimes?" I kissed his neck.
I could not stop running my tongue all over his white skin.
I was not so interested in the conversation anymore, I just wanted to eat Artem up.
"Yeah... You’re excited by the illegal shit?"
“Don’t you enjoy it?” I asked.
“Not really, no. I’m just doing what needs to be done. I’m protecting my family’s interests.”
“Well, babe, I was a stripper when we met, not a choir kid. You shouldn’t be that surprised.”
He smiled.
“Still, I don't want to drag you in my messy life. Seriously.”
“You wanna break up with me?”
“Fuck, no. Don’t say stuff like that! When I didn’t know where you were last night, I freaked out. I… I’m just scared for you.”
I peeled off his top. I wanted more of his bare skin to enjoy.
“Look. You’re not asking me to take any of those risks and I don’t feel obligated to, but Artem, I want to take them, for you, with you. I’m willing to risk it all.”
"Babe... I was so afraid of losing you."
We French-kissed again. I groped his bubble butt. I did it in the most sexual way possible, like I meant business.
"Art, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Ry, I... I love you."
I gave him a kiss on his nose.
"I love you too."
And there again, I was completely honest.
The tension of the past hours had left me on edge, and Artem’s scent, touch and taste were the only things that could soothe me now.
His hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my growing muscles, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his pants.
I rubbed myself against him, just like a dog, feeling his cock despite the fabric.
“I think I need you, Ry. I need you in my life.” He whispered.
“And I need you too. I’m sure of it.”
I bit his nipple playfully.
He groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly.
"You have no idea how much you mean to me."
I pushed him back towards the bedroom, my lips never leaving his body. He stumbled backwards, his hands fumbling with my clothes.
We needed to get naked, fast.
“I’m here. Right here, with you.” I told him.
"Fuck, Ry, I need to feel you. All of you.”
He yanked my shirt over my head, his hands already eager to explore my torso.
I was feeling him up too. I unzipped and slid down his pants.
His skin was warm and smooth under my fingertips, and I could feel his heartbeat racing.
“24 hours without you, that was already too long.” I spoke.
He took control.
Artem pushed me onto the bed, his body laying over mine. His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue demanding entry all over again.
I opened for him, my hands gripping his hair as I kissed him back with equal fervor.
Our teeth clashed, our tongues danced, and our breaths mingled in a chaotic symphony of desire.
I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh, and I ground against him, needing more friction, more heat.
I felt his underwear, my fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock. His bulge was telling it all.
“I’ve missed touching you… Feeling you… Licking you…”
“You're driving me crazy, Artem. You always do.”
I pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, hard and ready, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the smooth, velvety skin over the steel-hard length.
“Fuck, Ry, that feels so good…” He gasped.
“Of course, it does.”
I stroked him slowly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He moaned, his hips bucking into my touch.
My free hand moved to his ass, gripping his firm globes as I pulled him even closer.
He pulled down my own pants, his fingers brushing against my fat cock, making me gasp.
“I thought I may never see… Never feel that big fat cock again…” He breathed on my aching dick.
“Fuck, Artem, I need to get inside of you.” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need.
He groaned like an animal in heat, his lips finding mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.
His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me wild with desire. I kicked off my pants, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
His cock brushed against mine, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
He then grabbed it. Firmly.
“You’re so thick, Ryan.”
“Am I?”
“So girthy and large…”
“That’s my name.” I said with a wink.
He broke away from the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, going through my chest.
I gasped, my body spontaneously moving against him, seeking more contact.
“You taste delicious, honey.”
“Hmmm… Yes, go down on me, just like that.”
Chapter 20: Whatever it Takes (part 1)
“Fuck, Ryan! Where were you? I was worried sick.”
Artem jumped on me as soon as I walked inside his penthouse.
He felt me up and sniffed my neck as if to make sure that it was really me, that I was still in one piece.
Unless he was checking for mics hidden on my body? I was getting paranoid.
In all fairness, I had reasons to be.
I had slept in the cops' hideout and then, once cleared by the shrink, I had directly gone to Artem's place.
“What were you so scared of, Art? That your father would come after me? That I'd run to the cops?”
“Honestly, I was just afraid you'd leave me.”
I caressed his pale cheek.
I knew that he was not faking his concern because he had not taken the time to shave his face.
He must have been worrying all night and then all day.
I had never seen him with a single hair on his chin. He looked messier but no less sexy.
“I just needed some time after what happened. I’m fine.”
“Babe, I... I don't know what to tell you... My father...”
Since Artem could not find the right words, I helped him finish his sentence.
“Your father is just being exactly what I thought he would be. I admit, it was a bit of a shock when he killed her but I cannot say I was surprised.”
He sighed.
“That girl was a cop. She was there to rat him out. She was spying on us.”
“Oh... So, he was right to shoot her?”
Artem looked down at the floor.
“It's more complicated than that.”
“It’s really not but I don’t care. I'm here, okay? Your father is a criminal but I'm still here, with you.”
“He's not a criminal... Well, he's not only a criminal. You only see the worst parts of him but you have to know, if he was not where he is, there'd be so much more deaths and violence. I swear! You probably can’t see that but he's controlling crime in this city and in so many others, much more than any cop or judge ever could.”
“You’re telling that he’s the good guy?”
“No, he's not. I don't believe in good or bad anyway. As I said, it's complicated.”
I wrapped my hands around Artem's neck.
“I hate the way he talked to you. Aside from everything else, he shouldn't treat you that way.”
“No family is perfect.”
I leaned my forehead against his.
“I know.”
“Why did you come back, Ry?”
“That's easy.” I chuckled. “I couldn't stand the thought of being away from you a single more minute.”
Artem was sincerely moved.
He could be.
I was nothing but sincere in that moment.
“Ryan, I don't want you to find yourself involved in something you haven't chosen, to risk your life for me.”
“What if I want it though? What if I don't care about what your father does? What if I'm stronger than you think I am?”
He kissed me on the lips.
I felt instantly better.
I had been waiting for this ever since that awful dinner.
“Ryan, you don't know how bad it can get.” He insisted.
I puffed.
“Babe, your dad killed a snitch while I was standing naked, right there. I think I have a pretty good idea of how bad it can get.”
I had called Amelia Bryant a snitch purposely.
It was not fair but I needed to show Artem that I understood what needed to be done, that I was on his and his father's side.
“Right... Fuck, Ryan. I... I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better.”
“Listen, I didn't appreciate being tested like this but I’m not scared. I don't give a shit about following the law. I just want to be with you and I suppose that it means being accepted by your father. Unless you’d want to leave him behind?”
“You know that I can't do that.”
“Okay, then. In this case, he has to approve of me.”
“He already does.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Babe, I had a big fight with him after what happened. He... He shouldn't have tested you like, especially that way... I told him many times that he could trust you, that you were loyal. I think he does trust you now. I won't leave him the choice anyway. He'll never threaten you again! This, I swear.”
Artem was beautiful. However, he could be so naive.
Not only he had gotten it all wrong about me, but he had gotten it all wrong about his father too.
Andriy would never fully trust anyone, especially not based on the words of his son.
I did not contradict him though, and instead, I put more of my tongue inside his inviting mouth.
I believe that it is a primal reflex to have such a surge of libido after escaping death.
Both Artem and I wanted to feel alive and connected to one another. This would prove even truer later in that story.
"If this means I can be with you, I'll do whatever it takes for your father to see my worth." I whispered in his ears.
He stared at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes, they were almost gray.
"Ryan, you really surprise me sometimes."
"How so?"
"I don't know. Just like when we were at the Sorrow, or your reaction now, it's like, you... You’re unfazed by this shit. Or even, at times, it feels like you’re kinda enjoying it, somehow.”
"What? The shady business? The crimes?" I kissed his neck.
I could not stop running my tongue all over his white skin.
I was not so interested in the conversation anymore, I just wanted to eat Artem up.
"Yeah... You’re excited by the illegal shit?"
“Don’t you enjoy it?” I asked.
“Not really, no. I’m just doing what needs to be done. I’m protecting my family’s interests.”
“Well, babe, I was a stripper when we met, not a choir kid. You shouldn’t be that surprised.”
He smiled.
“Still, I don't want to drag you in my messy life. Seriously.”
“You wanna break up with me?”
“Fuck, no. Don’t say stuff like that! When I didn’t know where you were last night, I freaked out. I… I’m just scared for you.”
I peeled off his top. I wanted more of his bare skin to enjoy.
“Look. You’re not asking me to take any of those risks and I don’t feel obligated to, but Artem, I want to take them, for you, with you. I’m willing to risk it all.”
"Babe... I was so afraid of losing you."
We French-kissed again. I groped his bubble butt. I did it in the most sexual way possible, like I meant business.
"Art, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Ry, I... I love you."
I gave him a kiss on his nose.
"I love you too."
And there again, I was completely honest.
The tension of the past hours had left me on edge, and Artem’s scent, touch and taste were the only things that could soothe me now.
His hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my growing muscles, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his pants.
I rubbed myself against him, just like a dog, feeling his cock despite the fabric.
“I think I need you, Ry. I need you in my life.” He whispered.
“And I need you too. I’m sure of it.”
I bit his nipple playfully.
He groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly.
"You have no idea how much you mean to me."
I pushed him back towards the bedroom, my lips never leaving his body. He stumbled backwards, his hands fumbling with my clothes.
We needed to get naked, fast.
“I’m here. Right here, with you.” I told him.
"Fuck, Ry, I need to feel you. All of you.”
He yanked my shirt over my head, his hands already eager to explore my torso.
I was feeling him up too. I unzipped and slid down his pants.
His skin was warm and smooth under my fingertips, and I could feel his heartbeat racing.
“24 hours without you, that was already too long.” I spoke.
He took control.
Artem pushed me onto the bed, his body laying over mine. His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue demanding entry all over again.
I opened for him, my hands gripping his hair as I kissed him back with equal fervor.
Our teeth clashed, our tongues danced, and our breaths mingled in a chaotic symphony of desire.
I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh, and I ground against him, needing more friction, more heat.
I felt his underwear, my fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock. His bulge was telling it all.
“I’ve missed touching you… Feeling you… Licking you…”
“You're driving me crazy, Artem. You always do.”
I pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, hard and ready, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the smooth, velvety skin over the steel-hard length.
“Fuck, Ry, that feels so good…” He gasped.
“Of course, it does.”
I stroked him slowly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He moaned, his hips bucking into my touch.
My free hand moved to his ass, gripping his firm globes as I pulled him even closer.
He pulled down my own pants, his fingers brushing against my fat cock, making me gasp.
“I thought I may never see… Never feel that big fat cock again…” He breathed on my aching dick.
“Fuck, Artem, I need to get inside of you.” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need.
He groaned like an animal in heat, his lips finding mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.
His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me wild with desire. I kicked off my pants, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
His cock brushed against mine, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
He then grabbed it. Firmly.
“You’re so thick, Ryan.”
“Am I?”
“So girthy and large…”
“That’s my name.” I said with a wink.
He broke away from the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, going through my chest.
I gasped, my body spontaneously moving against him, seeking more contact.
“You taste delicious, honey.”
“Hmmm… Yes, go down on me, just like that.”
Chapter 20: Whatever it Takes (part 2)
I looked down at his blond hair moving between my legs and soon, his lips were wrapped around my hard cock.
He was not just sucking me off, Artem was making love to my boner.
In just a few back-and-forth, the tip was tapping against his throat.
Artem swallowed me with such ease. Just another proof that we were meant to be.
I fucked his face.
“Grrl… Grrl…”
“Hmmm… You’re so hungry… Take it… Take it deep...”
“Grrl… Grrl..”
“Nobody… Hmmm… Nobody does deepthroats like you do.”
For sure, I loved him. This was way too good. Such blowjob deserved all the sacrifices. Whatever it took.
He kissed my shaft, lapped my balls.
He was looking back at me when he breathed on my rod and said:
“Fuck me, Ry."
“Oh Yes...” I slapped his ass. “I'll drill your little itching hole, babe!”
“Yes, baby. Please.”
I grabbed his chin.
“You really want that, don't you? You want me to fuck you deep and hard, just like you like it!”
From spanking his butt, I went to slapping his pretty face.
Not very harshly, it was just a way to assert my dominance.
Artem was such a bitch when he was staring at me like that, I could not resist.
His pupils were dilating with lust.
“That’s what I need, Ry. That’s my purpose. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk straight.”
I chuckled.
He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, tossing it onto the bed.
I smirked, my hands caressing his lean body, feeling every hard line and curve.
“Good boy.”
I grabbed the lube, popping the cap open and squirting a generous amount onto my fingers.
I reached between his legs, my fingers brushing against his tight little hole. He gasped, his hips instantly reacting against my touch.
“Oh… God… Thanks, Ry… Give it to me.”
I circled his entrance, my fingers slick with lube, teasing him, making him beg.
“You’re really sure about this?”
“Please, Ry, don't toy with me. I need you inside of me! Please!”
I giggled, my fingers pressing against his tight ring of muscle.
“You want me to split you open and make you scream my name, don't you?”
My fingers pressed harder against his pucker.
“Hell, Ry, please. I need you to fuck me hard and deep!”
I thought that was enough.
I pushed a single finger into his tight hole, feeling the heat and wetness envelop me. He gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, his hips bucking up to take more of my index.
“Aaaah… Yes…” He moaned, his eyes locked onto mine.
I added another finger, scissoring them inside him, stretching him open, preparing him for my (indeed) girthy cock.
“Fuck, Ry, more.” His voice was unable to hide the urgency of his desire. “Gimme more of you.”
My fingers pumped in and out of him, curling to hit that sweet spot inside him. I knew where to go, I knew what to do.
He gasped, his body convulsing as I found his prostate.
“Yeeeesss… Right there!”
I pulled my fingers out, making him whimper in protest. I squeezed more lube onto my cock, coating it generously.
"You ready for me, baby? All of me?!" I asked, my voice a low growl.
He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation and need.
I positioned myself at the right spot, the head of my cock pressing against his tight hole.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the wetness coating my tip.
I pushed in slowly, feeling his muscles resist before giving way, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed inside him.
It was not our first rodeo. We knew how to click.
“Still… You… You remain so tight, Art. I… I love it.” I mumbled, my body shaking with the effort of holding back.
“Am I so tight?”
It was his turn to play with me.
“You feel so fucking right, your hole wrapped around my cock.”
He moaned, his body arching up to meet mine.
“Pound me, Ryan. I’m yours.”
I happily obliged.
I pulled back slowly, feeling every inch of his tight channel gripping me like a vice. Then, with a low grunt, I snapped my hips forward, driving my cock deep into him.
He cried out, his body experiencing spasms around me as I filled him completely. Just like that.
Already, I was balls deep in the tight tunnel.
In just a few weeks, my cock felt right at home inside him.
“Yes… Art… Hmmm… That feels so nice…”
“Harder!" He gasped, his nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder, Ry.”
My hips snapped forward with a brutal force that made the headboard slam against the wall.
The sounds of our flesh slapping together, our moans and groans, and the occasional curse word escaping our lips, everything was turning me on.
Every thrust felt like an opening to Heaven.
“Fuck, Art, you’re such a dirty little whore!” I grunted, my body slick with sweat as I pounded into him.
“Yes, harder, harder… More… Oh God… yes…”
He was yelling so hard that I put my hand around his filthy mouth.
I turned him around, one way and then the other, he was impaling himself on my rod, and then I was topping him, doggy style.
I leaned down, my teeth grazing his neck, my breath hot against his ear.
“You want to feel every inch of my cock stretching you open?”
“Yes, Ryan! Fuck me raw.” He begged, more and more desperate for his hard-dicking.
We were back in the missionary position.
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into him as I was on top of him, urging me to go faster and deeper.
I complied, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm, my cock pounding into him with a ferocity that left us both breathless.
His hard dick was flapping against his stomach.
We had had great sex before but I thought this one was taking the cake.
That is the great thing with separations, it feels even better when we reconnect!
“Fuck, Ry, you're going so deep.” Artem muttered. “You're splitting me open."
Yes, I was.
The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of our bodies slapping together, the headboard banging against the wall, and our ragged breaths mingling with the dirty talk.
“That's right, baby. I'm going to make you feel me for days!”
“Yes, babe. This is what I deserve… Hmmm… God…”
I could feel my climax building with each brutal thrust, the sensation of his tight ass gripping me sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I could feel Artem's cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, his body throbbing as I drilled him.
“I… I’m cumming, Art.” I warned him.
With a final, desperate thrust, I felt my orgasm explode, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside him, filling him with my hot creamy seed.
Art's body tensed as well, his muscles clamping down on my cock as he cried out, his own orgasm ripping through him, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto his stomach.
“Babe, I can feel you busting inside me… I… Aaaah… Thank you.”
I beamed with pride.
Artem’s body was a wet mess, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
To be fair, I was sweating too.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered the last dirty words, my voice low and husky with satisfaction.
“You’re at your proper place wrapped around my cock, Artem. I could stay inside you forever.”
“Fuck, Ry, that was... That was intense.” He panted.
I had a grin on my face, my fingers drawing lazy patterns on his chest as I slowly pulled out of him, feeling his muscles clench around me.
“You liked that, didn't you?”
“Of course, I loved it!”
We kissed, more tenderly this time around.
I rolled off him, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Despite everything else going on, in that moment, I felt right.
“You see, Art, we’re screwed.”
“What… What do you mean?”
“We’re too good together, we’ll have to stick together from now on. We have no other choice.”
He chuckled.
“I think you’re right.”
His phone vibrated.
Someone was trying to call him.
“Who is it?” I asked.
He checked and made a face.
“Nobody…”
I kissed his cheek.
“Babe, we can’t stop pretending now. We’re in this together. You can tell me everything.”
He caressed my hair.
They had grown a little, I had not gone to the barber since I had started the mission.
Even physically, I was changing. Bigger muscles, longer hair, hornier cock, itching asshole.
“Brosky. They’re freaking out ever since they’ve found out about the woman cop. They know the police is onto them.”
I tried to keep my composure and to ignore how much this was making me cringe.
“And so?”
“So, they’re doing everything in order to leave the region asap.”
“You’ll leave too?”
He sighed.
“I… I’ll have to. You know, I’d be arrested as well.”
I held him tighter.
“I’ll come with you then.”
“Don’t say this if you don’t mean it, Ryan. It’s too important.”
“I want to be with you. Whatever it takes.”
A tear slid down his eye, rolling on his pretty cheek.
“I love you, Ry.”
“I love you too, Art. We’ll make this work.”
He nodded.
“I know. We have to.”
I thought Andriy Kravchenko deserved to spend his life behind bars but I was in love with his son.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
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I looked down at his blond hair moving between my legs and soon, his lips were wrapped around my hard cock.
He was not just sucking me off, Artem was making love to my boner.
In just a few back-and-forth, the tip was tapping against his throat.
Artem swallowed me with such ease. Just another proof that we were meant to be.
I fucked his face.
“Grrl… Grrl…”
“Hmmm… You’re so hungry… Take it… Take it deep...”
“Grrl… Grrl..”
“Nobody… Hmmm… Nobody does deepthroats like you do.”
For sure, I loved him. This was way too good. Such blowjob deserved all the sacrifices. Whatever it took.
He kissed my shaft, lapped my balls.
He was looking back at me when he breathed on my rod and said:
“Fuck me, Ry."
“Oh Yes...” I slapped his ass. “I'll drill your little itching hole, babe!”
“Yes, baby. Please.”
I grabbed his chin.
“You really want that, don't you? You want me to fuck you deep and hard, just like you like it!”
From spanking his butt, I went to slapping his pretty face.
Not very harshly, it was just a way to assert my dominance.
Artem was such a bitch when he was staring at me like that, I could not resist.
His pupils were dilating with lust.
“That’s what I need, Ry. That’s my purpose. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk straight.”
I chuckled.
He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, tossing it onto the bed.
I smirked, my hands caressing his lean body, feeling every hard line and curve.
“Good boy.”
I grabbed the lube, popping the cap open and squirting a generous amount onto my fingers.
I reached between his legs, my fingers brushing against his tight little hole. He gasped, his hips instantly reacting against my touch.
“Oh… God… Thanks, Ry… Give it to me.”
I circled his entrance, my fingers slick with lube, teasing him, making him beg.
“You’re really sure about this?”
“Please, Ry, don't toy with me. I need you inside of me! Please!”
I giggled, my fingers pressing against his tight ring of muscle.
“You want me to split you open and make you scream my name, don't you?”
My fingers pressed harder against his pucker.
“Hell, Ry, please. I need you to fuck me hard and deep!”
I thought that was enough.
I pushed a single finger into his tight hole, feeling the heat and wetness envelop me. He gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, his hips bucking up to take more of my index.
“Aaaah… Yes…” He moaned, his eyes locked onto mine.
I added another finger, scissoring them inside him, stretching him open, preparing him for my (indeed) girthy cock.
“Fuck, Ry, more.” His voice was unable to hide the urgency of his desire. “Gimme more of you.”
My fingers pumped in and out of him, curling to hit that sweet spot inside him. I knew where to go, I knew what to do.
He gasped, his body convulsing as I found his prostate.
“Yeeeesss… Right there!”
I pulled my fingers out, making him whimper in protest. I squeezed more lube onto my cock, coating it generously.
"You ready for me, baby? All of me?!" I asked, my voice a low growl.
He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation and need.
I positioned myself at the right spot, the head of my cock pressing against his tight hole.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the wetness coating my tip.
I pushed in slowly, feeling his muscles resist before giving way, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed inside him.
It was not our first rodeo. We knew how to click.
“Still… You… You remain so tight, Art. I… I love it.” I mumbled, my body shaking with the effort of holding back.
“Am I so tight?”
It was his turn to play with me.
“You feel so fucking right, your hole wrapped around my cock.”
He moaned, his body arching up to meet mine.
“Pound me, Ryan. I’m yours.”
I happily obliged.
I pulled back slowly, feeling every inch of his tight channel gripping me like a vice. Then, with a low grunt, I snapped my hips forward, driving my cock deep into him.
He cried out, his body experiencing spasms around me as I filled him completely. Just like that.
Already, I was balls deep in the tight tunnel.
In just a few weeks, my cock felt right at home inside him.
“Yes… Art… Hmmm… That feels so nice…”
“Harder!" He gasped, his nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder, Ry.”
My hips snapped forward with a brutal force that made the headboard slam against the wall.
The sounds of our flesh slapping together, our moans and groans, and the occasional curse word escaping our lips, everything was turning me on.
Every thrust felt like an opening to Heaven.
“Fuck, Art, you’re such a dirty little whore!” I grunted, my body slick with sweat as I pounded into him.
“Yes, harder, harder… More… Oh God… yes…”
He was yelling so hard that I put my hand around his filthy mouth.
I turned him around, one way and then the other, he was impaling himself on my rod, and then I was topping him, doggy style.
I leaned down, my teeth grazing his neck, my breath hot against his ear.
“You want to feel every inch of my cock stretching you open?”
“Yes, Ryan! Fuck me raw.” He begged, more and more desperate for his hard-dicking.
We were back in the missionary position.
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into him as I was on top of him, urging me to go faster and deeper.
I complied, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm, my cock pounding into him with a ferocity that left us both breathless.
His hard dick was flapping against his stomach.
We had had great sex before but I thought this one was taking the cake.
That is the great thing with separations, it feels even better when we reconnect!
“Fuck, Ry, you're going so deep.” Artem muttered. “You're splitting me open."
Yes, I was.
The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of our bodies slapping together, the headboard banging against the wall, and our ragged breaths mingling with the dirty talk.
“That's right, baby. I'm going to make you feel me for days!”
“Yes, babe. This is what I deserve… Hmmm… God…”
I could feel my climax building with each brutal thrust, the sensation of his tight ass gripping me sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I could feel Artem's cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, his body throbbing as I drilled him.
“I… I’m cumming, Art.” I warned him.
With a final, desperate thrust, I felt my orgasm explode, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside him, filling him with my hot creamy seed.
Art's body tensed as well, his muscles clamping down on my cock as he cried out, his own orgasm ripping through him, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto his stomach.
“Babe, I can feel you busting inside me… I… Aaaah… Thank you.”
I beamed with pride.
Artem’s body was a wet mess, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
To be fair, I was sweating too.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered the last dirty words, my voice low and husky with satisfaction.
“You’re at your proper place wrapped around my cock, Artem. I could stay inside you forever.”
“Fuck, Ry, that was... That was intense.” He panted.
I had a grin on my face, my fingers drawing lazy patterns on his chest as I slowly pulled out of him, feeling his muscles clench around me.
“You liked that, didn't you?”
“Of course, I loved it!”
We kissed, more tenderly this time around.
I rolled off him, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Despite everything else going on, in that moment, I felt right.
“You see, Art, we’re screwed.”
“What… What do you mean?”
“We’re too good together, we’ll have to stick together from now on. We have no other choice.”
He chuckled.
“I think you’re right.”
His phone vibrated.
Someone was trying to call him.
“Who is it?” I asked.
He checked and made a face.
“Nobody…”
I kissed his cheek.
“Babe, we can’t stop pretending now. We’re in this together. You can tell me everything.”
He caressed my hair.
They had grown a little, I had not gone to the barber since I had started the mission.
Even physically, I was changing. Bigger muscles, longer hair, hornier cock, itching asshole.
“Brosky. They’re freaking out ever since they’ve found out about the woman cop. They know the police is onto them.”
I tried to keep my composure and to ignore how much this was making me cringe.
“And so?”
“So, they’re doing everything in order to leave the region asap.”
“You’ll leave too?”
He sighed.
“I… I’ll have to. You know, I’d be arrested as well.”
I held him tighter.
“I’ll come with you then.”
“Don’t say this if you don’t mean it, Ryan. It’s too important.”
“I want to be with you. Whatever it takes.”
A tear slid down his eye, rolling on his pretty cheek.
“I love you, Ry.”
“I love you too, Art. We’ll make this work.”
He nodded.
“I know. We have to.”
I thought Andriy Kravchenko deserved to spend his life behind bars but I was in love with his son.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
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Their self-destructiveness is excruciating, but I can't look away! 
perrito78
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This like being on a train that you know is going to crash but you can't make yourself jump off. Excellent writing as always but the intensity level is off the charts as the sex is as well. Awesome story. I do not know how you will ever top this one.
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Am I the only one getting a Showgirls vibe? I’m sure Ryan is a proper whore like Nomi
