Page 22 of Andrei's Solnyshko

“You were made for me. Now wrap your pretty mouth around my thick cock and suck.”

The woman takes all of me and when she gags she doesn’t pull away. Tears run down her cheeks but she takes more. She’s so fucking hot, and I love watching her choke on my cock. She finds a rhythm and I let her have control, enjoying her mouth and tongue, but soon I need more. I grab a hold of her head and fuck her mouth fast and deep. She doesn’t try to stop me. Instead she relinquishes control and takes me, all of me.

“My good girl.”

She moans her arousal and I grab the back of her head, warning her, “I’m close.”

She only takes me deeper and tighter, letting me know she wants it. My orgasm is fast and strong and I fill her throat with my seed. She sucks and sucks and takes every drop.

When she lifts her head she smiles and licks her lips. “Now, I’d like some ice cream.”

She can have all thirty one flavors.

???

We spend the evening like a couple, and although that’s foreign to me, I enjoy it immensely. We ate hot fudge sundaes and then I showed her the theatre. Her joy was contagious and she squealed when she saw all of her favorite candies. Of course I had her favorites. That was the plan. She even giggled over the soda fountain. I love seeing her carefree and happy.

She picked out a romantic comedy and I rolled my eyes but she gave me the cutest pout. Of course I gave in. She snuggled in close to me, eating popcorn, and her jujubes and I savored every moment. I meant it. I love her. Most men in the Bratva believe they aren’t capable of love. I always knew I was capable of love, the trick was finding a woman that could love me back. I really fucking hope she loves me because I can’t give her up. I won’t.

The movie ends, but it’s still early so I suggest, “Let’s have a glass of wine and I’ll show you the grounds.”

We walk outside and immediately take the stone passageway leading into a dramatic subterranean cavern, the stone floor and built-in diamond bins turn the space into a European cellar. The room is large enough to hold a long bar and six stools.

I choose an expensive red wine and pour each of us a glass. I raise my glass and toast the traditional Sokolov family toast, “To family and future.”

Her eyebrows narrow as she sips.

“What’s wrong, my angel?”

“I don’t have a family… or a future.”

“I am your family. The minute you walked into this house you became a Sokolov.”

“No. I becamepropertyof a Sokolov. My future is your future. I don’t get to decide.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is if I ask to leave.”

“Do you want to leave?”

She takes a minute before responding, “No.”

I let out the breath I was holding, “Then why ask a question that will never be asked?” I set her glass on the bar with mine and pull her body into mine. “We were made for each other. I knew it the moment I saw you.” I kiss her gently and hover over her lips, whispering, “Tell me you aren’t attracted to me.”

“I shouldn’t be.”

My mouth finds her earlobe, “Tell me I haven’t given you the dark fantasies you desire?”

“Which is taboo and wrong in so many eyes.”

I nibble her neck and her breathing quickens, “Tell me you don’t feel protected with me.”

“I should be terrified of you.”

I return my eyes to hers, “Tell me you haven’t felt more normal than when you’re with me?”

“You aren’t normal.”

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