I feel like a live wire as Ruslan and I ride the elevator up to his penthouse. It’s a totally different experience this time around. I’m not nervous; I’m not shy. What I am is ready. Ready to forget about all my problems and all my stress. Ready to lose myself in the euphoric haze of heated foreplay and sweaty s*x.
Honestly? I don’t even really need the foreplay today.
All I want is to have Ruslan f**k me into oblivion, until that urgent sense of pressure in my gut is stamped out altogether. I want his c**k so bad I’m actually salivating for it. I want him to give it to me hard. Fast. No holds barred.
Doesn’t seem like the feeling is mutual, though.
He’s still attached to his phone, his eyes fixated on the screen as he scrolls and scrolls. Even when the doors open, he steps out without
