Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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Gigi smirks at me as he backs out of the bathroom, turning and heading for the bed as I finish drying my hair so that it actually looks half decent.
By the time I exit the bathroom, he's already under the covers, lying on his back with his eyes half closed, fighting exhaustion.
My face softens at his innocent state and I walk over to the bed, slowly lifting the covers and getting in beside him.
Before I'm even fully in, a strong arm circles my waist and tugs me to Gigi's chest. Lips find my forehead, "If you think I'm too tired to fuck, you're wrong baby." He mumbles tiredly and I scoff a laugh.
"Sweetie, you can barely keep your eyes open-" I say and he grips my chin tiredly.
"They'll be closed anyways from the pleasure you'll give me." He mumbles back, cutting me off.
This boy-
"Gigi-" I say amused, and he pulls my face closer to his, kissing me briefly on the corner of my mouth.
"Just let me feel you, it's been too long. I need to know you're mine." He murmurs against my lips and I can feel the anxiety in his voice, wanting to be close to me after our separation.
I can feel it in myself as well, wanting to have him, all of him, now that he's back in my arms.
"I missed you so much." I say softly and crush my lips onto his. He reciprocates the kiss quickly, slowly and sloppily making out with one another until our lips swell.
I straddle his waist carefully as he lays on his back, our naked bodies already feeling hot with our need.
He groans as I settle on his waist, and lifts both his arms up to hold me, immediately wincing and retracting his right arm.
I break our kiss and look down at him sternly. He looks at me worriedly, almost as if this would mean no sex tonight.
"If I see that arm move one more time," I say, threateningly, "I'll turn around and go to sleep." I say and he rests his right arm back down onto the mattress, nodding his head.
I smirk at him myself now, "Good boy." I tease, running my hand through his hair. I see his jaw clench in frustration, obviously annoyed by my assertiveness but knowing he would probably get denied if he didn't go along with it.
I swear I feel him harden further below me at my words though.
Once I know he's fine, I lean back down and continue to kiss him, moaning softly into his mouth as his tongue enters my own.
I fist his hair with my hands, and his left one snakes around my torso, playing absentmindedly with my nipples.
I trail my kisses down his jaw, neck and collarbone leaving large marks in my wake.
I start moving my way down his body, leaving open mouthed kisses along his abs and v-line, slowly approaching his hard dick.
Just as I kiss the bottom of his v-line, his left hand grips my hair and drags me back up his body, "No." He groans softly, "I wanna be in you." He says and I realise I'd have to be on top.
