Page 11 of Nikolai Petrov

Her breasts rub against my side as she giggles. “Daddy?”

My cock twitches and my anger fades as she traces the patterns of my tattoos. Following the hard lines and delicate swirls, she moves ever closer to the bulge of my boxer briefs.

“Little bird, you keep doing that, you can call me anything you want.”

She’s beautiful. Her head propped up on her shoulder, the red cascade of her hair tickling my arm, her soft pink lip trapped between her teeth as she stares at my throbbing dick.

I want to knot my hand in her long locks and ram myself into that tantalizing mouth until she chokes.

“Can I—” She chews on the corner of her cheek as her eyes meet mine. “—can I call you my first? I don’t want Tosya to be my first.” A swell of tears form in the corners of her eyes before she closes them and takes a shaky breath. “Then I’ll leave, so Father won’t be mad at you. He will come looking for me.” Her fingers tremble where they rest on my stomach.

Taking her delicate hand in mine, I bring it to my mouth and gently kiss her palm. “How can I deny a gorgeous woman when she is in my bed begging me to fuck her? And, to make it memorable no less?” I roll her over onto her back and let my lips find hers for the first time. She freezes, her mouth stiff and firm as I explore her tasty morsels.

With a sigh, she relaxes and I push my tongue into her timid recesses. Her nails dig into my hair and I can feel her tentatively taste me, then pull me tighter. A moan escapes between us as our fervor grows, nipping and sucking as I coax her to let me deeper.

Her knee runs up my thigh and I grasp it, pulling her open so I can bury my hand into her damp panties again.

With a frustrated growl, I tear myself from her glorious mouth and tug on the thin fabric clinging to her waist. “These have to go. And your shirt. I cannot worship you if you hide yourself from me.”

Impatiently, I bare the soft red curls of her pussy to the morning sun. She hesitates with the hem of her tank top before pulling it over her head.

“Good girl. Look at you listening to your daddy.”

Her pale breasts peaked with tight pink nipples are beacons, begging me to touch them. They’re perfect. I love the contrast of my darkly tattooed hands as they work my way over her milky smooth body.

She’s mine to ruin.

“My pure little bird, lie back and enjoy.” My fingers work their way to her soaking cunt as I suck the tip of one of her succulent breasts into my mouth. Her cries are a melody when she throws her head back and claws at my shoulder. Making rapid circles around her hard clit, her hips buck in rhythm to each stroke.

“Oh fuck!” she exhales as I plunge a finger into her virgin entrance.

“You’re so goddamn tight, Natalia. I would destroy your little pussy if I fucked you right away.” The thought of shoving myself into her makes me rub my length against her quivering thigh and leak into my shorts.

My cell phone rings and breaks my focus. Unsheathing my finger from her clenching cunt, I roll backwards to fetch it from the end table.

Ivanov. Of course it is.

“Look who it is, my dear. Your illustrious father. Shall we see what he says?”

Her eyes fly open and her brows raise with a worried look. “Are you going to tell him I’m here?” She bites on her puffy lips which draws me for another quick taste.

“No, but we shall see how long you can remain quiet while I talk.” I slide the accept button and bump the call to speaker phone.

“Ivanov?” I drop the phone on her stomach and pull her nipple back into my mouth, rolling the hard bud between my teeth.

Her mouth opens into a perfect ‘O’ as her head falls back against the pillow.

“Boss. Good morning. I have a situation.” The tinny speaker lets the worry in his gruff voice echo into the room.

“I told you, everything is taken care of.” Carrying on the subject of my visit last night seems like a safe route. My finger chases its own path back to find her wet clit.

She gasps and throws her wrist over her mouth.

“No, boss. It’s, well, it’s Natalia. She’s gone.” Ivanov’s voice has a whine I’ve not heard.

“Natalia? Your daughter?”

His daughter has her hips hovering in the air as I slip a second finger into her clenching pussy. Goddamn I can’t wait to have her squeezing my cock this tightly.

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