Now though, a mischievous smile of satisfaction had appeared on her face and, unsure of its meaning, Jurij decided to smile back. Within half a minute...Vladimir Maximow, his troop, and Alessia were out of sight and every member of Jurij's family automatically ran to help Pjodr. Every member except Jurij, who was too confused about the impact of the latest events; lost in his thoughts as he went back into the house to find a scarf lying on his table. Bewildered by its meaning, Jurij let his. My hands were on his arms and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. The urge to move was almost overpowering. I could see it in him and he could see it in me. Our eyes were locked together, both of us breathing more heavily now.“Just stay still. Just a moment longer.”He nodded. Then, it began. As we looked at one another, the look on his face shifted to one of pure carnal pleasure and he sucked in his breath. He closed his eyes for a long moment and I could see the muscles in his torso. She moved back. “Fuck me,” she growled. I grabbed her hips with one hand and guided my dick with the other. She spread her legs and arched her back. Her lips were already separated and drenched. My head found her opening and I pushed in. She tightened against me, practically expelling my swollen head. I pushed in more, working the length into her. She let out a breath and I thought she was going to pass out. Her knees practically buckled and her legs trembled. She came again. “Fuck me,” she. “Take her inside,” Rich spoke quietly, still staring off into space.Emily and Angel both got out of the truck and Angel led the girl to the main building. Frank was waiting for them. His foul smirk lingered on his face, his wicked eyes looking Emily over, making the girl shrink within herself, under his gaze. “Room eighteen,” he hissed.Angel swallowed hard and took the key as Frank held it out to her. Room eighteen was almost at the very end of the building. Angel lowered her head as she led.