Chapter Ten - Fedor
His body wasn’t in his control anymore. Sylvia was on her knees in front of him as he towered over her. She looked small and slender, with her face turned up towards him.
Fedor was panting, naked from the waist down. He started unbuttoning his shirt, he wanted her to see him for who he was. He slipped off his shirt and saw the look in her eyes change when she saw his naked torso. His chest was covered in tattoos he had gotten in prison. They were mostly in black, some colored and they covered his torso entirely, and all his back. Thirty-six in all, all tattooed on separate occasions, all in prison.
Her eyes took them in, she looked surprised and for a moment even scared as he looked down at her, waiting for her to change her mind. It was a reminder of who was going to fuck her. He was a mob boss, he had spent several years in prison. He was Russian. If she had forgotten, this was a reminder.
Sylvia looked beautiful naked. Her breasts swung gently as she remained on her knees. And then she suddenly bit down on her lip again, and to his surprise parted her legs, prodding her ass up in the air, inviting him in.
“Fuck me, Fedor,” she said softly and turned her face forward and closed her eyes.
He lowered himself on his knees behind her, holding his dick in his hands. She was gorgeous, she was begging him, and she had her legs open for him. How could he walk away from this? How could he walk away from this woman who was driving him crazy? He had to have her.
He grabbed her butt and pushed himself in, enjoying the warmth and wetness. He slid in and she screamed.
“Harder. Is that the best you can do?” Sylvia screamed, unconcerned by who could hear her. Fedor thrust himself into her again, this time with more force so that her whole body moved.
He heard her laughing. “That’s it?” She laughed again, and he could feel himself losing all self-control. He thrust again, this time grabbing her hair with his fist and jerking her head back towards him. Her back arched as she remained stuck to him and he thrust again. And again. Harder and quicker till she couldn’t laugh any longer. She was moaning now, screaming and calling out his name.
She grabbed her breasts as he held on to her body, ramming into her with his rock hard dick. She was pinching her nipples and Fedor smiled. Sylvia was delicious, she was full of surprises and she had an unimaginable effect on his body.
“More. Give me more Fedor. Harder!” she kept screaming. She was small and supple and he slid in and out of her, with an increased force. He was panting again, aware that he was going to come quite easily. Sex had never been this explosive before.
“Oh my God!” she cried suddenly and he realized that she was going to come before him. Her body shuddered and he released her hair, grabbing her waist instead and pounding into her with all his force. She shook and screamed as she came against him, he could feel her wetness and her juices stream out against his dick.
And then he exploded too. She was too sweet, too beautiful and her body was irresistible. He came inside her with a force he was unaware he even had inside him. His head jerked back, his eyes reeled inside his head and he groaned loudly. They were orgasming together.
She straightened her back so that his chest was pressed against her. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts tightly and they both shook together, in each other's arms.
Then the shudders began to die down. A flood of sensations came gushing into his brain. Sylvia’s breath, her scent, her hair, her breasts… they were all in his hands.
Fedor pulled himself out of her and stumbled back on the sand. She turned, still on her knees to look at him.
“No!” she cried as she watched him collecting his clothes.
Fedor was running away from her, he could hear her voice but couldn’t hear what she was saying. He was running, trying to get back into his clothes at the same time.
He had never been afraid before. Of anybody, of any of the hundreds of people who wanted to kill him, who tried to kill him. Why was he so afraid of a girl?
It wasn’t about Will anymore. Fedor wasn’t feeling guilty about breaking a code any longer, or at least that guilt was overpowered by a new emotion now. He was afraid of Sylvia Stern. Afraid of how she had made him feel.
That orgasm was euphoric. The feelings that had pushed him to fuck her were complicated. He couldn’t understand himself anymore. Women had meant nothing to him before, just vessels for pleasure in his twenties, a quick weekend fuck in his thirties and now in his late forties, they meant nothing more than beautiful showpieces to him. He wasn’t even interested in sex that much anymore, or at least he had thought, till he met Sylvia.
And now suddenly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. All he could do was think about her.
Fedor ran back to the villa, through the gates, past Pyotr who stared at him in shock. He had managed to dress, but untidily and he ran through the house till he reached his study.
“Boss?!” he heard Pyotr say, as he rapped on the study door.
Fedor stood over his desk, panting, running his hands through his graying thick dark hair. He was sensing trouble. He had done something that he couldn’t take back. He had fucked Sylvia Stern and had never felt this good before.