Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

Mikhail pounced on me, his lips smashing onto mine in the most fiery heat ever possibly created as his big arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up to him. The only thing I could smell was him and the only thing I could feel was him wrapped all around me. The smell of his cologne wrapped up in the smell of cinnamon and sugar. I wanted to lick him all over, taste him in my mouth and as he ravished my lips, his tongue trailing all over the warm cavern of my mouth, I found that urge deepening.

"Mikhail..." I whispered out as he tossed me on the bed gently, hovering over me with his fierce red eyes, licking his lips hungrily as he looked down at me, lust taking over. "Strip for me." He growled out in a dark, dominating voice and my body began to feel hotter under his watchful eyes. "Do it now or I'll rip them off." He clenched his fists as if he was holding back, his canines extending over his lips. I winked at him, slowly peeling off my blue tank top, my body hot to the touch. I needed him, never not needing someone to touch me like this. It was burning within me in the most intense fervor and as I took off my boxers, laying as naked as the day I was born, I flicked my eyes up to him, noticing that he was staring.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," He looked me up and down, his eyes flickering through shades of colors as he leaned down, his breath covering over my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Just looking at you Nicca, it drives me out of my fucking mind." He cursed, some native insults coming out of his mouth and I found myself throbbing at the sound of his Russian accent, so hot, so stimulating. He stared at me deeply before crashing his lips down to mine, a sensation filling my body with the utmost pleasure. I needed him and I needed him now. He was igniting that fire inside me and I needed him to extinguish it.

His tongue crawled all over my mouth, his hands roaming my body like he knew every sensitive part of me. He pinned his body to mine, kissing me roughly as if saying that no one else on this earth could see me like this; that I belonged to him. I was beside myself with pleasure, the light in my eyes reflecting little bubbles of Mikhail's life. It felt as if I had known him for a long time, I knew everything about him. He ran a hand through my hair, jerking it roughly to the side, exposing the soft skin of my neck and he detached his lips from mine to suck on my neck. "Ooh!" I moaned out, needing him to touch me. His hands burned everything he touched on me and my body was crying out for him. His other hand tweaked my nipple between his finger and I arched my back, wanting to feel him. He was so warm and I could feel his thick cock pulsating against me, the large vein on the side of it portruding and throbbing on the side of my leg. I was light headed and as I rubbed myself unashamedly against his girth, moaning at the feeling of his lips against my hot skin.

His teeth left a dent in my neck, a sign he wanted to mark me as his lips trailed down my torso, his saliva leaving a trail. "You taste just like green apples." He murmured and my cock jumped at the sound his dark and stimulating voice. "Mikhail, I need you to touch me..." I whimpered, his big and warm hands trailing ever so slowly down into my line of hairs. "Oh?" He chuckled and I could tell he was smirking as he licked my skin, sweat starting to form on my head. "You want me to touch your cock, put my mouth over it and suck you dry until you're begging for me?" He winked at me, his red eyes glimmering over in lust and in amusement. I gulped as his hand trickled lower, his pinky finger touching the base of my cock and it lurched as if it recognized the touch of him. "Please Mikhail..." I bit my lip, rubbing my nipple in need of more pleasure. I was dying and I needed more than this, him inside of me. His pupils dilated even further as he wrapped his whole hand around my weeping cock and I almost jumped up in relief. "You like that, huh, mate?" He smirked evilly, rubbing me up and down in slow, tantalizing pace, bringing me up to the brink only to let me down. "You want to cum?" He leaned down, sucking more bruises into my skin. His voice rumbled into my ear and I groaned, thrusting into his hand. He was so hot, so sexy and I wanted this man something fierce, I wanted him to fill me up with all he had and pound into me as fast as he could.

He jerked me off slowly, kissing on the skin of stomach and I fisted my hair, unable to cope with everything I was feeling. "Please..." His hand was so warm and it felt so right. I needed to cum and as something foreign touched my quivering entrance, I took a deep breath. "Don't you worry, my Nicca." Mikhail noticed my tense stature. "I got you, baby." I let out a deep breath, his fingers rubbing against my hole. I bit my lip to keep in my moans, something wet and slick dripping out of my hole. "Ah!" He rubbed my entrance further, slipping a wet finger inside of me and I panted, a burning feeling rushing through me. "Mikhail!" I moaned out when the tip of his finger touched a spot that nearly sent me flying. "Ah, shit!" I groaned, rocking myself to the sensation that gave me pleasure. I had never felt this feeling before and I was on cloud nine. "That's not my name, is it, Nicca?" Mikhail chuckled, his voice taking on a low timbre, his voice full of dripping sex as he looked up at me, his mouth over my cock. "I bet that I don't even have to put you in my mouth for you to come," He raised a sexy, sculpted eyebrow at me, his finger stroking my inner walls. "No. I bet you can come," His mouth was directly over the tip of my leaking cock, his hot breath fanning over it and my balls contracted and clenched all together. "Just by this." He narrowed his eyes as he blew a shot of hot air onto my cock and I clenched my hair into my hands, silent moans eliciting from my throat as my balls squeezed up, letting myself go as my vision was clouded over with black dots, pleasure skyrocketing through me as cum shot out from my cock and onto Mikhail's lips. He lifted his head slightly so I could see the blue of his eyes as he flicked his tongue out, licking away my juices. "I was right."

I panted heavily, never having felt anything like that before. Mikhail Baranov was the spark to the flames I harbored inside of me. I had never felt this feeling before, feeling so exposed yet so needy at the same time. Under his watchful eyes, I grew needy. I needed him to fill me up. I needed him to ravish me like he never did before. He was sin incarnate and I couldn't fight his hold on me. He spread my legs open after he sucked on the purple tip of my dick, licking it clean and free of my juices. He leaned up so that he was head level with me and he leaned down, giving my lips a tentative lick as one hand gripped my thigh. Another one of his fingers breached my tight hole, a hiss coming out of my mouth. Mikhail thrust it evenly within me, making sure to hit my prostate dead on, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I writhed beneath him, the pain becoming pleasure as I wanted his fingers to be replaced with his thick cock. He now had four fingers inside of me and I ran a hand across my chest and into my hair, wanting to have some form of release from Mikhail's ministrations. He wasn't making it easy on me and he knew I wanted him.

I had never felt something like his before and I wanted more. I needed more. "Mikhail..." I whispered out, feeling delirious and on top of the world. "I need you." I murmured out and he licked his canines, retracting his fingers to reveal a slick, clear liquid. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and I grimaced at the sight. I had no idea what that liquid was but I was sure he would explain it to me. He stood to his full height and my mouth watered at the sight of this beautiful man.

I looked at him through hooded eyes as I stared at him, his sexy appearance making me hotter. He was naked, revealing that smooth tanned skin tinged with the slightest bit of sweat dribbling down the line between his pecs and I wanted to lick it up. His thick and bulging biceps that flexed with every single movement he made, god, I was drooling at the sight of him. His red eyes were dilated with hunger as his teeth hung over his lip. His jaw line was so deep, I was sure it would cut me. His v-line was so well enhanced, I wanted to dip my finger in it and trace the lines all the way down. My eyes lowered and I gulped at the sight of the monster that swung between his legs. It was a well endowed, thick and long cock with portruding veins that stuck out on the sides of it and a thick red mushroom head that was glistening with pre-cum and I wanted to lather it up with my tongue. It was engorged and throbbing and as I watched him coat his cock with some gel, about to tear open a foil wrapped, I stopped him. "You don't need that." I muttered sheepishly. "Why not?" He furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, his teeth stuck on the foil wrapper as he spoke and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

"Because I want your knot." I stated confidently and his pupils blew, him taking a deeper breath then intended as he bit his lip, clenching his fists. "I. Want. It. All." I licked my lips and I narrowed my eyes, reaching up to snatch the condom from him and I threw it somewhere. "You're playing with fucking fire, Nicca." He growled out, his hands digging into my thighs. "Oh yeah?" I winked. "Then burn me, Mikhail." I whispered his name in the utmost sensual way possible and he leaned down, smashing his lips to mine as he situated himself between my thighs, the tip of him at my entrance.

"After this, mate," He leaned forward, his cock tugging on the tight rim of my entrance and I stifled a moan, listening to his dark words. "You will be mine." He growled out sinfully and I leaned up with a nod, wrapping my arms around him. "That means I'll mark you and everyone will know you belong to me." I nodded once again, my hole throbbing with need. "Okay, Mikhail. Whatever you need." I nodded and he shook his head. "I thank the Moon Goddess that she gave me you." That was all he said before he thrust forward, pushing forward and filling me deeply to the hilt as he covered my scream with his lips. I clutched him tighter, never having felt this feeling before, so full, so hot. "Черт возьми, ты плотный, как ад." He groaned out, wrapping my thighs around his waist (Damn, you're tight as hell). He buried himself balls deep inside of me and I could feel the veins along my walls. "Mikhail!" I gasped out, gripping onto his thick shoulders. "I am going to fuck you now." That was all he said before he snapped his hips forward with ease, pounding deeply into my prostate with a rapid rate and I howled with pleasure. I couldn't control my screams as sounds of moans and groans filled the room. Mikhail increased his pace and changed his position, ramming into me much harder and faster than before and I screamed and moaned his name. "MIKHAIL!" He gripped me tightly, his eyes staring into mine. His stomach rubbed against my sensitive cock with each thrust of his and it sent me closer to the edge. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafted into my nostrils. He fucked me hard and deep and I couldn't do anything but take it. He licked and sucked on my hot skin as I tightened around him, feeling myself coming to the brink of no return. His teeth traced the area around my neck and I nodded. "Let go." He demanded and my dick erupted with great force, my vision blurring as I yelped in pleasure. His teeth bit down onto my skin, breaking many layers as I screamed, shutting my eyes as a heavy sensation ran through my body. It was the best thing I had never felt in my life. It wracked my body and soul as I felt Mikhail's cock getting thicker, widening my hole in preparation for his large knot. "Fuck." I panted as he lowered his body onto mine, setting us into a comfortable position. "It'll be like this for a while." I felt line after line of hot spunk hitting my prostate as he groaned out, it never ending.

He stared down at me, placing a soft kiss on my lips as I keeled at the sensation. I was happy and the mark on my wrist faded to a blue, a realization that I found the better whose words it belonged to. I finally had the man I wanted, Mikhail Nikarovich Baranov and damn, was he a god.

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I groaned out in pleasure as Mikhail detached himself from me with a pop, his cum still inside of me. He leaned down, licking the mark on the side of my neck and I blushed. "Now you are mine. He nodded in affirmation before he twisted his head in annoyance as if he had heard something that I didn't. "What's wrong?" I questioned, grabbing his hand. "Ah, it's nothing." He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked towards the door. "I thought I heard something. Must've just been me." He shrugged as he turned back towards me, a fond look in his eyes.

"MIKHAIL BARANOV!"

"Проклятье!" Mikhail cursed in his mother tongue as he let out a long breath of distaste. Who's that?" I sat up immediately, wondering who the hell was in my house at this time of night. I turned to Mikhail, a look of confusion and exasperation evident on his face as he got up out of the bed. "No need to worry. She's no one." He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair as he reassured me that there was no imminent danger. "A woman?" I frowned in confusion. "Yeah, I know her." He nodded, a hand on the door.

"Nichelle Wright."