In the elevator, we can’t keep our hands off each other. Her fingers are daring, exploring every inch of my body she can get to. Every time she finds some new ripple in my statuesque form, she seems to get more excited, more turned on, more desperate.

I have to admit, it’s refreshing.

I never let myself cut loose and enjoy the night, but this girl has awakened something in me I didn’t think I’d ever spare the time to feel. Everything about her makes me crave something sinful, and tonight, I’m going to give her all that and then some.

Our lips are inseparable. I have her pinned to the wall of the elevator, my hands on her hips, sliding around to her ass, pulling her just a little closer to grind her against my crotch. She can feel how hard I am for her, and I feel the heat between her legs.

She puts her arms up on my shoulders as I lift her up to kiss her more comfortably, and she giggles into my mouth. I finally break away with a wet smack and move to her neck, teasing the flesh with my teeth.

I hear her soft sigh in my ear, and it makes my cock throb with need.

“This elevator takes forever,” she whispers. “I like it.”

I grope her breast, and she bites her lip.

“It’s a long way to the top floor.”

Her eyes widen and shimmer as she realizes I own the penthouse suite. It’s such an irresistible face that I can’t help but attack her again, taking that full lower lip of hers between my teeth and teasing them before she pulls me into a full kiss.

I flick the switch on when we arrive at my destination and fill the penthouse with soft white light. Her eyes widen as she gasps. It’s a soft noise against my chest that makes my heart thud harder. Once the place is lit up, she steps inside slowly, looking around in awe and wonder like a deer seeing snow in the forest for the first time.

My apartment is more like a hotel suite than an actual home. I’m rarely here, so I keep the place very clean for unexpected company like this. It’s a modern interior, with sleek gray floors, black walls, and sparse plants here and there to keep the place fresh.

And, of course, the far wall of the penthouse is just one great stretch of full-panel windows overlooking the Las Vegas Strip, letting the dull glow of neon signs from the city that never sleeps right into my living room. I can dim them whenever I want by turning on a tinting effect in the windows.

I was about to do just that before I see the girl walking toward the window in wonder, her mouth hanging open.

When she looks back at me with a genuinely excited smile on her face, I feel my heart melt. I wonder if the club who hired this girl knows just how much of a delight she is.

It’s not likely. If they realized she was going home with clients, she’d probably be fired. It’s a liability, mixing strippers and escorts in a strip club.

“I’ve been in some nice apartments before, at the parties the other girls throw, but I’ve never had a view like this,” she gushes.

“You like it?” I ask, slipping my jacket off and tossing it onto the red leather couch as I approach her from behind. Near the window, I put my hands on her hips and loom over her, letting her lean back into me.

“We don’t have anything like this in my hometown. It doesn’t get old, does it?”

“No,” I lie.

I wonder if she really thinks I live here. The place looks about as unlived-in as it could get. This woman has me intrigued, and she must know that. I want to keep digging past the layers of the act and see what I can really tease out of her.

“What’s your name, girl? Or would you like me to just keep calling you that all night?”

She bites her lip and giggles, turning her head so the neon lights below us catch in her beautiful hazel eyes, green and brown layered and mingling with each other. “I wouldn’t mind that... but my name’s Misty.”

I’m good at catching liars. You don’t get to where I am in the bratva by having a trusting heart, but you don’t have to be a genius to know that she’s giving a stage name. I give her a knowing smile, but I squeeze her hips and pull her close into my still-hard cock.

“Very well, Misty,” I grant her, which she seems to appreciate. She wiggles closer into my chest and lets out a soft sigh. “I’m Misha.”

“Misha?” she asks, tilting her head to the side. “Where’s that from?”

“Russia,” I say, letting a little accent slip through that makes her smile.

“I never would have guessed.”

“My family has been here a long time,” I whisper in a husky tone in her ear, and I slip my hands around to her front, sliding down toward the waist of her skirt. “This city has been my home for all my life. In my own ways, I run this place.”

“Really?” she asks, barely above a whisper.

“Let me show you how,” I reply, and I slip my fingers into her panties.

My warm touch brushes against her slit, and she draws in a sharp breath. She’s already wet and hot down there, and she digs her fingers into my pant leg. Regardless of how much of her personality is an act, that’s one thing that she can’t lie about.

“Do you want this?” I ask as I start to swirl my fingers around her swollen nub, touching the wet clit and teasing it just enough to make her push her hips into it, almost on reflex. “Do you want me inside you, Misty?”

“I want it,” she whimpers, and my other hand goes up under her top. I peel off the nipple covers and toss them to the floor so I can feel her stiff buds with my own fingertips. There’s just that little hint of shame to her tone. She doesn’t want to want this as bad as she does.

I like that.

“Tell me what you want,” I say. “Beg for it.”

“I want you to fuck me, Misha,” she says without hesitation, pushing her ass into my crotch and making me ache with need. “Fuck me against the window. Don’t hold anything back.”

“If there’s one thing you’re going to learn about me, Misty,” I growl into her ear before I hitch her skirt up to her waist and pull her panties down to her knees, making her gasp, “it’s that I never hold back.”

I unbutton my pants and grab my pulsing cock, pinning it between us. She feels it against her ass, and she gasps, pushing against it needfully. I grind against her and pin her to the window with her back to me, savoring the feeling of her soft flesh surrounding my dick for a few moments.

“Holy shit,” she gasps as she feels just how thick and hard I am for her.

“Second thoughts?” I growl as I take hold of her hips, fingers digging into curvy flesh.

“God, no,” she whimpers, and I feel fire flaring up in my body. I know liars. I’ve been around them my whole life, and I can tell when a woman is just after money or power.

She’s after my body. I’m going to enjoy this girl more than I thought.

I lift her up easily in my strong hands and let my cock stick straight up between her legs. She presses her hands and knees to the window, breathing fast, but she’s not flailing helplessly. She’s a stripper. She’s in good shape, and she can handle this with no problem.

I push my hips up to give her pussy a feel of the dark, swollen crown that’s desperate to get into her. As soon as it touches, I groan. My cock throbs at how hot and wet she is.

“Do you want a condom?” I whisper.

“I’m on the pill,” she whimpers back. “Please, Misha, don’t keep me waiting!”

The words are barely out of her mouth before I impale her on my cock.

She gives a squeal of delight that cracks adorably in her throat. I’m only halfway in her, not wanting to hurt her, but the tip of my cock has gone straight in to strike her g-spot, that sensitive place that’s been aching to get stroked all evening.

I start working my cock back and forth through her tight, wet flesh. Immediately, I feel her start to tear through they layers and layers of tension I’ve had wound up in my body.

With her hands and knees pressed against the window, her feet are against my thighs, and her back is arched backward to accommodate my monstrously thick shaft. She’s an incredible acrobat, otherwise this would hardly be possible.

And it’s more worth it than I could have imagined.

I thought I’d had all the pleasures that Vegas had to offer, but pinning “Misty” to the window on my cock is proving to be the best yet, and it’s only getting started.

I start thrusting back and forth, holding her hips in a strong grip. I have utter control over the situation. Any way she wants to turn, she has to beg my hands with her body, and I’ll consider her request before granting it or turning her a way I prefer.

My cock gets two-thirds of the way in, and her sighing is starting to sound like a desperate panting. Her slickness is all over my cock, and I start getting more regular, more precise. Each time I buck up into her, I feel her ass press against me, and I want to slap it pink and make her cry my name.

That will come, though.

I start to get faster and faster until I know her insides so intimately I can go directly where I want to without a second thought. As if on a track, my cock slides all the way out, leaving just that bulging crown in to tease the outside of her pussy, then so far in that my tip and the soft underside of my cock gets ground against her g-spot, and with every few thrusts, I feel her pussy pulse and tighten around me.

Her heat is so intense that there may as well be hot coals between us, driving into each other with every thrust. My abs are like a finely tuned machine that works in perfect harmony with the rest of my body to give her all the pleasure someone like her deserves.

She can feel the way my powerful forearms turn her this way and that when I want a new angle on her, exploring new parts of her that I only can with a body like mine. My legs are like iron. I could keep her up here for hours and not do so much as twitch from the strain.

Still, it’s a workout for both of us. The scent of our sweat mixes with my cologne and her perfume as I fuck her faster and harder, so used to the feeling of her g-spot that it’s like second nature to me.

Her pussy is fertile ground that I will plough until it gives me what I want.

And by the time there are handprints on the cold window, her whole body starts to tense up, and I know I’m about to get that blossom I’ve been working for.

In a risky move, I take one hand off her hips and take hold of her hair, pulling it back just enough that she knows I’m holding her tight.

“Say my name, girl,” I growl. I angle my hips so they can help support her while I bounce her on my cock to keep the pace up. I’m like a piston hammering up into her, and the blush I see on her neck tells me how much she’s feeling it. “I want to hear it on those lips of yours.”

She can only pant and groan in response, so I turn the pressure up. I start bucking harder and faster, letting myself go just enough so that my cock pulses and throbs with pleasure up into her. I’m on the brink of releasing into her, but I’m not letting go just yet. I let a bead of precum well up inside her and mix with her honey.

My grip on her hair and her hips gets tighter the more I fuck her, and it feels like her body is a bow I’m pulling back, about to let fly.

Then, all at once, her whole body convulses, and she gives a ragged scream. “Oh god, Misha!”

The cry comes with the sweetest sigh I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m so close to coming that the slightest loss of control could send me over the edge, but I am a master of self-control.

Instead of coming in her, I slow down as I feel her wet my cock with the course of her orgasm. Her limbs are shaking, but I’m only giving her a short break.

I slide her off my cock delicately and carry her in my arms as she goes limp.

“Did... did you finish?” she asks wearily through panting breaths while I carry her back to my room. I smile wickedly down at her.

“If you think we’re finished, you’re in for a ride, little Misty,” I growl.

Once we reach the bed, I toss her on it, watching her bounce uselessly. “Strip,” I order her, and she regains her composure enough to obey my command. She gets up on her shaky knees to start taking her top off in a slow, seductive tease that makes my lip curl up.

My bed is massive, but its black sheets serve as the perfect stage for her to reveal herself on. I pace around it, stalking like a hungry wolf as I watch her lose her top, looking over her shoulder at me with smoky, lustful eyes that promise so much. I reward her efforts by taking my own shirt off, revealing the wall of muscles underneath.

She bites her lip at the sight. She wants to touch me dearly, but I’m not coming closer yet. She knows what she has to do. I nod to her skirt, and she bobs her head obediently before teasing the fabric off her legs, along with her panties. Once it’s all spread out on the bed, she lays back and splays herself out, ready for me. The way her limbs writhe in the sheets makes me want to attack her right then and there.

And I’m about to.

I kick my shoes off and strip off the rest of my clothes. My cock is stiff and bobbing, still glistening with her honey, and my heavy balls are swinging under my shaft with each step toward her.

When I’m finally close enough, I swing a leg over her, positioning me over her body. I lower myself so that our faces are only inches apart, and I feel her hands exploring my warm flesh.

“How are you this hard?” she half-jokes, her blushing face growing a shade redder.

“I like to impress,” I joke right back with a boyish grin.

She worries her lip as she starts to run her nails down my hardened pecs, but her eyes go wide when I prod her pussy with my tip, reminding her just what’s still to come.

“Are you ready for more?” I growl.

“No,” she confesses, “but I need it, now.”

I like ‘Misty’.

My hands go to her breasts, and I squeeze them, feeling their soft firmness and the hardened nubs at the center of them. As I do, I slide my cock into her, and she gasps so sharply that you’d think I’d entered her for the first time.

Immediately, my cock remembers where it is, and even from this new angle, it’s like I’ve known it for years. I sit up and wrap her legs around my hips before I start bucking into her, picking up right where I left off.

My thumbs massage and toy with her nipples while the V of my lower abs thrusts back and forth. Her hazel eyes are watching it hungrily, devouring my whole body. I want her to leave here with the memory of a man she’ll never forget.

The next time she touches herself, I’m going to be on her mind, like she’ll be on mine.

My swollen balls hit her ass with each thrust as I start to get harder and faster. I go deeper than I ever have before, nearly my entire spear lodged deep inside her at the apex of every buck.

Resting on the bed, my body can go even harder and faster than before. I piston into her with more and more precision. The tip of my cock, already spilling precum into her depths, hits the same spot over and over again, and I feel her body winding up again for me, her mouth falling open to show her shining white teeth past gorgeous, full lips.

“I’m going to make you come, Misty,” I promise her, “and when I’m done with you, you’ll need to take a night off work.”

“As long as I can spend it with you,” she whimpers, a warm smile on her face as I drive her closer and closer to the edge. It’s so rare that I meet a woman who really knows what she wants, who’s so in tune with her body that she can confidently stride into sex with someone like me and get every bit of enjoyment I want to give her.

She tries to grip the sheets, and I take my hands from her breasts to pin her wrists up over her head, paralyzing her, making her more vulnerable to me as I go harder and harder.

Finally, she arches her back like it was a few minutes ago, and I feel her whole body let loose yet again, the sweet orgasm shaking her whole body. She writhes under me, and this time, I don’t let up.

I keep pounding into her at the same rhythm. Her body tries to squirm away from me, but I don’t let it. Her reflexes are useless. I’m stimulating her to the point that she won’t know up from down.

“Oh god, yes, Misha! Fuck,” she spills out, her body a helpless, quivering mass as a third orgasm rolls through her. I’ve opened the floodgates, and she can’t even hold back her own gushing words. “Just like that, please!”

I oblige her.

My thrusting keeps going with no end in sight until everything about her, the way her auburn hair is thrown back over the sheets, the way her body arches with each new orgasm, the sound of her gasping like music in the air, it’s all too perfect.

When I feel another orgasm welling up in her — I’ve lost count how many times she’s come on my — I let my body spill past the brink. My balls tighten, my bucking gets less precise and wilder, random, and my cock arches up as it prepares to unleash on her.

White-hot pleasure shoots through my body, paralyzing me. A full-body orgasm wracks me from my cock to my head, and I let out one long, low groan as my life-giving seed shoots into her hot and fast. Pulse after pulse of it spills into her, filling her up and spilling out over my balls and onto the sheets.

I open my eyes to see her in the middle of her own orgasm. Her face is so wound up it in ecstasy, both of us just so utterly devastated by our orgasms.

Finally it ends, and we’re left panting together, my cock spilling one last spurt of seed into her before I slowly pull out.

“Fuck,” she whispers at the same time as I do, and she giggles.

I smile down at her, stroking the side of her face with a large hand as she opens her eyes to look up at me lovingly.

“You,” I say, “are full of surprises.”

“I think you wrung the last one out of me just then,” she replies in an exhausted voice. I lean down and kiss her softly before stepping off the bed and stretching. I feel her eyes on me all the way to the en suite bathroom, where I take a deep breath.

That was the best sex I’ve had in as long as I can remember.

After I relieve myself and splash some water into my face, I decide to invite her in for a shower.

But when I push the door open, I see her peering at a glowing phone screen on my bed.

My phone.

I clear my throat, and she yelps, dropping the phone back onto my pants on the floor. Her face is red and filled with embarrassment.

“Oh! Sorry, you just got a message, and I thought it might be important.”

I crack a smile at her as I approach the phone and pick it up off the floor. I glance down at the message on the screen.

Your two spies have reports ready, but the sovietnik is pinned down—we’re waiting on your orders.

I glance up at her eyes. There’s a hint of fear written in them, even in the bliss of her afterglow. I wonder how much of that message she understands. Her cheeks are red, but most people would be appropriately shamed for snooping.

My ‘two spies’ are a pair of my informants who are the eyes and ears of the bratva, and the sovietnik is a counselor of mine. These three men are second only to the pakhan in the hierarchy of the Russian mafia.

Second only to me.

But does a pretty young American stripper recognize such words?

Her face is hard to read, though. Her sweetness is as bright and full as ever, and the blush in her cheeks makes my heart melt. If she has an idea of what the text is about, she’s doing a good job of hiding it, or maybe the danger excites her.

Regardless, she isn’t running out the door.

“How about a shower, dove?” I ask in a husky whisper, holding my hand out and tossing the phone onto the bed, effectively offering to forget this little incident.

She hesitates, then smiles and takes my hands. “I’d like that.”