Page 12 of My Russian Protector

“Do you?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he answers, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bed. He sets me down and begins to undress me.

“I think I should tell you something,” I say as a rush of sexual energy makes my body tingle.

“Now?” he asks, kissing his way from my neck to my breasts.

“Yes,” I answer and he pushes me down on my back and perches himself on my thighs.

“What is it?” he asks, pinning me in place and looking down at me.

“I’ve never been with a man before,” I blurt out.

He grabs my arms and lifts my upper body off the bed so that we’re sitting eye to eye. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, but I want to be with you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since this morning,” I confess.

He stares silently for a moment, and I fear that I’ve made a huge mistake. If my confession causes him to change his mind, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Before I can overthink further, he smiles and runs a thumb along my bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you from the very second I saw you in the bistro in Moscow. You don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. I would be honored to be your first but you need to understand something. If I take you, you become mine. There’s no turning back from this. I won’t share you with anyone.”

“That’s what I want, too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You’re the only man that I’ve wanted to be with. Ever,” I tell him.

“And one other thing. You’re taking back the money you paid me. My girl doesn’t have to pay me to do things for her. That’s my job,” he demands.

I nod to confirm my understanding and sit helplessly like a frightened child as he continues to remove my clothing. He blows a gentle breath on my shivering skin and asks, “Do I frighten you, little girl?”

“A little,” my shaky voice whispers.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go nice and slow.”

He undresses and I see him naked for the first time. My fingers trace the outline of the eagle tattoo that runs from his shoulder and bicep to his chest. It’s meticulously crafted so that the bird’s wings expand when he raises his arm. I think it must have taken hours to complete and a great deal of patience and dedication on his part but still, it makes him appear more dangerous and that turns me on.

His body is a work of art in itself. He’s solid and firm, with a trim waist and washboard stomach. He steps out of his pants, and I look down at his rock-hard tool. I remember the struggle I had wrapping my lips around it and wonder just how he plans to fit it all inside me.

He lays me down and slips two fingers between my legs. I gasp and clutch the bedsheet.

He strokes my clit and growls, “You’re already wet.”

My cheeks turn pink and I wonder why I’m embarrassed by his discovery. He works his fingers down and slides them inside me. I try to remain relaxed as they glide in and out of my tiny hole. He uses his free hand to stroke his enormous rod, and when he’s ready, he mounts me.

My body tenses when I feel the head of his cock penetrate me. “Breathe, Princess,” he says so I take a deep breath.

He enters me as I exhale and I flinch from the initial discomfort. He fills me and holds me steady until my body relaxes again. Then, with the skill of a trained master, he makes love to me in long, slow strokes. He brushes pleasure points inside me that I didn’t know were there, and I wrap my arms and legs around him and just enjoy the ride.

I feel as though a part of me was missing, and it’s only now that I realize my body was made to be connected to his. He rolls us over and sits me atop his cock. He grabs my ass and guides me forward and back with his full length inside me. As my pleasure mounts, I begin to pant and moan, begging him to take me to a place of sheer ecstasy. He’s moaning too. I smile because knowing that I give him pleasure means everything to me.

“I need you to come with me, baby girl,” he grunts. “I’m almost there.”

“Take me with you, Daddy,” I cry. I don’t know why I say it, but it feels right coming out of my mouth and sends him into a frenzy. He grabs my hips and holds me steady while driving his hips upwards in hard, fast thrusts. I go limp and give myself over to him completely. He’s in control of my body, devouring me, and I’ve never felt so perfectly complete.

I whimper with longing as a primal need overtakes me. My orgasm is building swiftly and every nerve ending in my body responds by sending electric charges straight to my core. I take short, shallow breaths, and my heart rate quickens. I feel as though I’m falling off a cliff and my muscles tighten, bearing down on his shaft. I cry out and squeeze his thighs between my knees.

“I’m coming, Daddy!” He grips my shoulders and holds me down as I feel his dick twitch inside me.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all,” he whispers and I realize that he’s climaxed, too.

He lifts me off of his spent cock, and I lay my head down on his broad, smooth chest. He rubs my back and I fall asleep in his arms. I came here looking for a connection with my father and found one with Alex instead. He’s my home now and I’m his little girl.

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