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NINA

“Now, take off your panties, Nina.”

I do not have to be asked twice.

I shimmy the delicate lace down my thighs, and Anton grunts when he takes in the sight of my already glistening pussy.

Knowing that my dancing got him so worked up had me aching for him almost immediately. I love that he can’t seem to get enough of me.

He really is the perfect man.

“That’s better,” he murmurs as he runs his finger along my center. “Always so ready for me.”

He circles my entrance, wetting his finger before running it through my folds and brushing over my clit.

My hips jerk at how sensitive I am, and Anton dips his head down to kiss me softly.

“We can go slow if you need to. We’ve got all the time in the world, Nina.”

“O-ok.”

He grazes my clit again.

I screw my eyes shut as my pulse starts to quicken.

Anton keeps the pace slow as he gently strokes my pussy before rubbing my clit in slow circles.

My head falls forward to rest against his chest as I try to catch my breath as I grow wetter between my thighs.

“So good,” I moan.

Anton holds my head against him, his fingers tangled in my hair, as he sinks two fingers inside me.

“Oh, yes. ” I rock against his hand.

“That’s it, Nina.” Anton circles my clit with his thumb.

He pumps his fingers inside me as I grind against him, my moans growing louder as my release builds.

But I need more.

I need him .

I move my hand to cup his cock through his pants, and Anton’s hips buck as I squeeze his enormous length.

“Can I touch you?” I lean back to gaze up at him.

Anton’s eyes are glazed as I stroke him, and I almost come just from the look on his face.

“I’m all yours, lapochka .”

Anton untangles his fingers from my hair and quickly unbuckles his pants.

I reach inside to pull his cock free and when I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him, we both moan in unison.

A rush of wetness coats Anton’s hand as he fucks me with his fingers.

“Oh my god,” I moan as I work him harder, my thumb brushing over his slick tip.

My mouth waters with the need to taste him but taking him like this means I can see the look of pure ecstasy on his face as I stroke his length.

“That’s it, Nina. Such a good fucking girl.” Anton thrusts into my hand. “You do that so well.”

“I love touching you.” I rub my thumb along the sensitive underside of his cock.

“And I love touching you.” Anton chuckles as he leans forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “But I especially love making you come,”

He curls his fingers inside me, grazing my sensitive inner walls.

My entire body trembles, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stop myself from crying out.

“Don’t hold back, lapochka .”

“I-I’m coming.” I tighten my grip on his cock.

Anton grits his teeth as he rubs my clit faster while still pumping his fingers inside me.

“ Anton !” I scream as I collapse against his chest, his cock still in my hand as I clench around his fingers.

“That’s it. Fuck,” he grunts as he works me through my orgasm.

Precum coats my hand, and I start stroking him again, but Anton shakes his head as he slides his fingers out of me.

“I want to come inside you.” He spins me around, bending me over the table.

He wastes no time thrusting his cock inside me so hard the table slides against the floor but neither of us cares.

His movements are brutal, and I’m limp with pleasure as my hips grind against the edge of the table as he fucks me hard.

He’s taking everything he needs, and I’m loving every second.

I press my cheek against the cool wood, my eyes fluttering closed at Anton’s grunts as he slides in and out of my pussy.

“So perfect.” He kneads my ass.

I push back against him, moaning as he hits me so deep that my eyes roll.

“More.” I rub my aching nipples against the tabletop.

Anton chuckles as he reaches around to rub my clit.

“Yes!” I cry out.

“Christ, Nina, look at you.” He pounds into me. “Fuck,”

He tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back so I arch against him.

I can barely register the sounds I’m making as Anton sends me over the edge.

My pussy pulses again, and Anton groans as he spills inside me.

I roll my hips as he continues to move inside me until we’re both completely spent.

“Let’s get you in the shower.” Anton slides out of me and lifts me into his arms.

He carries me out of the kitchen, despite the fact that his cock is hard and leaking, and I’m completely naked from the waist down, and his release is dripping down my thighs.

I really hope we don’t run into any staff before we reach the bathroom.

I wake up to the sun warming my face, and I sigh as I feel a slight soreness between my thighs.

We didn’t stop after the shower.

Anton decided to take me two more times, once in the armchair in his room where I rode him until I was screaming his name, and once more in the bed before we both collapsed with exhaustion.

I stretch out my arms, wanting to feel Anton’s warm body, but I frown when I find the bed empty.

“Anton?”

His side of the bed is still warm, and I snuggle into his pillow, breathing in the smell of him.

Perhaps he just went to the bathroom, but I don’t hear the sound of running water.

“Anton?” I call again, louder this time.

I don’t know why I’m suddenly panicked at the idea of waking up alone. I’ve done it my entire life.

But I’ve been spoiled over the past few weeks, waking up in Anton’s arms, and I miss his warmth and the sound of his heartbeat as I rest against his chest.

Throwing back the covers, I spy Anton’s discarded shirt from yesterday on the floor, so I quickly pull it on and head downstairs where the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits my nose.

“Did I wear you out last night?” Anton teases as I stroll into the kitchen.

He’s at the stove cooking some eggs, wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers that sit low on his hips.

“A little.” I stifle a yawn. “But it was so worth it.”

I wrap my arms around him.

Anton’s body vibrates with silent laughter, but he wraps an arm around me as he continues to move the eggs around the pan. “I certainly have no regrets.”

“I should dance for you more often. Though maybe not today. I think you might have actually broken me.” I glance up at Anton and roll my eyes as I catch the smug look on his face.

He kisses me on the top of my head. “Go and sit down, and I’ll bring you some coffee.”

I moan at the first taste of the coffee, and Anton’s eyes darken as he eyes me in his shirt.

“Don’t get any ideas.” I stretch my legs out on the adjacent chair.

“But that table brings back so many good memories…”

“You are insatiable.” I smile as I sip on my coffee.

Anton flashes me a wink before sauntering over to the fridge to grab a packet of bacon.

I sit quietly, enjoying watching him move about the kitchen.

There’s such a lightness to him as he cooks, and I wonder if that’s how I look when I dance. If so, then I can definitely see why he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I’m surprised there isn’t drool running down my chin as I take in the hard lines of his body, the way his muscles ripple with each movement.

But my fantasies soon dissolve when the bacon hits the pan and the kitchen fills with the aroma of sizzling meat.

My stomach churns, and my mouth instantly fills with saliva, and not in a good way.

“Oh no.” I fight the urge to vomit.

“Nina?” Anton looks over his shoulder.

I force a smile, trying not to grimace at the smell of the bacon.

What the hell is happening?

“I’m fine,” I lie, forcing a smile.

Anton doesn’t look convinced, but he turns his attention back to the food, and I do my best to ignore the nauseous churning of my stomach.

Thankfully, sitting at the table does the trick as I’m flooded with memories of last night, and my cheeks burn as I remember how desperate Anton was to have me after watching me dance.

I was nervous when he asked me to dance for him. It felt so intimate to show him that side of me, a side that very few get to experience outside of my teachers and classmates.

But the sex that followed was unlike anything we’ve shared. It was truly mind-blowing.

“Stop thinking dirty thoughts.”

I blink as Anton sets a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of me.

“I-I wasn’t.” My cheeks burn.

“Liar.” Anton chuckles, tucking my hair behind my ear and kissing my forehead. “But I was thinking very dirty thoughts too.”

I shiver at his touch.

“Now, eat up before it gets cold.” He takes the seat opposite me.

I nod, reaching for my fork and scooping up some eggs. As I bring them to my mouth, I fight the urge to gag.

I glance nervously at Anton, but he’s fixated on his food, half of his plate already gone.

Swallowing the bile in my throat, I force myself to take a bite and chew. But I can’t hold back the groan as the eggs almost immediately make a reappearance, and Anton looks up from his food, his eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

“Are you not hungry?” He eyes my untouched plate of food.

I try not to wrinkle my nose at the sight of the eggs, but in truth the smell is making me want to hurl.

My stomach is in knots, but it’s not surprising, considering the web of lies I’ve found myself tangled in.

“I, uh…My stomach doesn’t feel too good.”

“Is it your time of the month? Because I had Danika make sure to have the bathroom stocked for you. But if there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”

“Oh, that’s…uh, thanks.” My cheeks burn brighter, but Anton has a point.

I’ve been taking my pill religiously, but other than a little spotting, I’ve had nothing.

Anton touches my hand. “Can I make you something else? There’s fruit or maybe some pancakes…”

Normally, I would be begging for pancakes, with bacon and eggs. I should be starving considering all the late-night activity but right now, nothing sounds good.

I stare down at the plate of food as I try to rack my brains.

I put my absent period down to stress, but the fact of the matter is I’ve always run like clockwork, regardless of lifestyle factors.

I never miss a period.

This cannot be happening. I know the pill is only ninety-nine percent safe, but surely…

Well, this is just fantastic.

My father may have gotten what he wanted after all.