Page 21 of My Russian Protector

“Can we leave yet?” she asks and I realize just how emotionally draining this all must have been for her.

The Constable approaches and attempts to assess the scene. He sees the two mobster bodies in the lobby and asks me, “Was this you?”

I shrug and say, “Hard to tell. Bullets were flying everywhere.”

“I see. Care to make a statement, Mr. Alborov?” he asks me.

I have no idea how he found out my name, but I don’t plan on sticking around long enough for him to interrogate me either.

“Anna has been through a great deal today. Can we do this tomorrow?”

“I have your word that you’ll be back tomorrow?” he asks.

“Of course,” I reply.

He grins and shakes my hand, “Take your lady and thank you for your help.”

I’m certain that he knows this will be the last time we ever see each other.

As we drive away, Anna asks, “Why do you think he brought those children with him?”

“I can only think of one reason. He was going to use them as hostages. They would be his leverage if he had to make a deal with the police,” I answer.

“What kind of man would do something like that to his own children?” she sighs.

“The kind that you and your mother were better off without,” I reply.

12

THE LAST NIGHT IN CHEKALIN

ALEX

Iclose the door to room 313 and watch Anna walk across the room. This was too close. If I had lost her, I would have burned her father’s house to the ground with his bloody corpse inside. Even now, I’m still amped up and running full throttle. My aggression has transformed into a lustful need to be inside her.

She’s standing by the window and I approach her. The sweet smell of her hair catches in my nose, and I grab her around the waist, pulling her close so I can breathe it all in. She leans against me and closes her eyes as my hands drift from her hips to her tits. I squeeze them hard and she sighs, causing me to press her against the window pane so she can feel my erection against her tight ass.

I lift her shirt over her head and nibble on her back as I open her bra and drop it to the floor.

“The window,” she gasps and tries to cover her breasts.

I spin her around and pry her hands away, burying my head in her cleavage. I pin her shoulders to the window and lap at her flesh like a hungry beast about to devour its prey. She timidly unbuttons my pants and I push them to the floor, feeling the burst of cool air on my manhood. I grab her hand and place it on my shaft as I continue to suckle her tits. Her soft fingers feel good on my cock, but I’m craving something more.

“Get on your knees,” I demand and she sinks to the floor without a word.

I look down and watch as I slap my dick against her pouty lips. She looks so good down there, and I tell her to stick out her tongue so I can rub my swollen head against it. It felt so good to be in her mouth last time that it devastated me to have to cut our session short. She’s so eager to please me I wonder if she actually gets off on making me come.

“Open wide, baby girl. Daddy wants you to suck it,” I tell her and she parts her lips for me. “Now, play with yourself while I fuck your face.” She slips her hand between her legs and rubs her sweet clit as I insert my thick rod in her mouth.

I know that I should go easy with her, but my tense and supercharged body has other ideas. I dig both hands into her hair and slide myself inside her until she constricts and coughs. I ease back slightly and hold her steady so I have control of every stroke. I almost lose it when she looks up at me with her glossy eyes.

She’s given herself over to me completely, and she relaxes her jaw, signaling that she trusts me not to hurt her. If I don’t stop now, I’ll explode in her mouth. I want to be back inside her sweet pussy so I release my hold on her head and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I pull her down on my cock. I press her ass against the cold window and take her in long, hard strokes. She no longer cares about being seen from the street. She’s completely immersed in the cloud of desire that has encompassed us both.

“Do you like it like this, baby girl?” I ask as I pound her with abandon.

“Yes, I love it,” she moans.

“Hold on tight, little girl. Daddy’s gonna come,” I groan and pull her down on my pelvis. She cries out and digs her nails into my back as she rides the wave, her inner walls clenching around my length and pushing me over the edge.

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