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“He was imprisoned, I got him out and now he’s free to go anywhere but here.”

“What do you mean?”

“He won’t bother you again.”

Chapter 11

Tabitha

It was my first time flying in a private jet, although I had a meeting in one before. The one I’d been in was a small craft with comfortable seats which pulled out into beds. The owner had given me a tour and I was very impressed.

Now I believed there were different classes of such private aircraft because the one I did see didn’t have a master bedroom, full bath, and a stocked kitchen. It had a kitchenette and a small area that was screened off with a bed, and a tiny toilet for the master area. Zakhar’s jet was a complete apartment.

The flight time by jet to Russia would be around five to six hours, ten hours by commercial airline. Plus, we were omitting the airport wait times, custom clearances and all the crap that came with commercial flying. There was a small crew with their own quarters, therefore Zakhar and I were undisturbed until dinner was served.

After we ate, I went off to the bedroom to freshen up and take a nap. I was awakened by kisses and the weight of him on me. I was dismayed and tried to push him off me.

“There are people around, what are you doing?”

“I assure you; no one will hear us. I know this isn’t the ideal wedding night, but we might not get the chance when we get home.”

“Wedding night?” I whispered. “This is our wedding night?”

“You won’t have me wait three months, will you?”

I giggled as I slipped my arm around his neck and pulled him close. “We already had sex. That would be ridiculous.”

I’d changed into a skirt and sweater and now his hand was running up under my skirt on my bare thigh. The warmth from his hand spread over my thigh and belly, giving me a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach.

“Zak,” I said in a hoarse whisper.

“Hmm?”

“What if I can’t get pregnant?”

He raised his head to look at me. “We’ll do IV treatments.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Honey, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Let’s just enjoy this moment together, huh? Do you feel how much I want you?” He placed my hand on his dick making my pussy walls pulse.

“Gosh, I want you too,” I murmured. “Fuck me.”

The kiss was intense, his hands urgent as he explored my body. Our clothes were discarded, and we clung to each other like old lovers. He took me swiftly, parting my thighs and slipping into my flesh.

“Oh damn,” I groaned as his thick shaft slipped deeply into me. “Ohhhh.”

I ran my finger along his back, feeling the muscles bunch every time that he moved. I moved my hips, meeting his every thrust, loving the thickness of his dick inside of me.

This didn’t feel like just sex. I didn’t know what to call it, but it wasn’t anything I experienced before. I never wanted a man the way I wanted him. Lust was still a weak word for what this was. I knew it wasn’t love because we didn’t really know each other. I’d just have to wait and see what this really was.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as my body began to spasm.

Zakhar slipped out of me and slid down to my center, sliding his tongue into me. I grabbed the back of his head and hoisted my hips, bucking into his mouth. He tongue-fucked me while I came, licking up every drop of my cum.

When he was done, he slipped back into position and dived back into me again moving his hips harder than before, sinking deeper than before. I felt every inch of him against my cervix, filling me to the hilt. I was as if he got larger than before. Before long he was gritting his teeth.

My hand slid up to grip his throat and held it tightly as I felt him squirt into me. I squeezed and he slammed into me relentlessly, his veins bulging, and his skin flushed. I became afraid and released him, but he took my hand and returned it, continuing to pump my pussy as I choked him.

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