Page 28 of My Russian Protector

“I love you, too, Daddy. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being the kind of man that you are.”

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We siton the back deck of the cabin and watch as the children run along the edge of the lake. They laugh and kick water at each other while Alex and I hold hands and enjoy the feeling of having the sun on our faces.

“Daddy, can we fish? We need to catch dinner!” Andrei shouts.

“In a minute, buddy. You and your brother go get the gear,” Alex shouts back.

“I hope he catches something, but I’m glad we brought a week’s worth of food just in case,” I tease.

The baby is sleeping and the girls are content making mud pies on the sandy bank. I watch as Alex helps the boys bait and cast their lines. I snap a few photos when they aren’t looking. This is a memory that we’ll all cherish one day. Alex looks back at me and smiles as Andrei cries, “I have a bite!”

None of the fish are large enough to keep, but the boys don’t seem to mind. They scarf down sausages and potatoes and boast about who caught the most and which ones were the biggest. After dinner, Alex takes all of the children out to roast marshmallows over the fire. He hands each of them a sparkler and lights the end. They run up and down the beach with their crackling sticks until they all burn out.

“They’re exhausted,” I tell him. “We need to get them to bed.”

“Come on, children. It’s time for bed. We have an early morning of fun waiting,” he shouts and they rush to the cabin without argument. They’ve all been anxious to use their new sleeping bags.

We get the kids settled and return to the deck to relax. Alex comes out after me and hands me a small gift bag.

“What is this?” I ask, staring at the shiny foil bag.

“Open it. It’s a gift for you,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

I reach into the bag and pull out a silky, black nightie. I hold it against my cheek and say, “It’s sexy. Thank you.”

“Oh, that’s not your gift. Sorry, that one’s for me. Look in the bottom of the bag,” he tells me.

I reach back into the bag and pull out a small velvet bag. I open it to find a diamond necklace inside. It catches the moonlight and sparkles.

“Daddy, this is amazing. Thank you.”

He takes it from me, lifts my hair, and places it around my neck. He kisses my tingling flesh and says, “Let’s go for a moonlight swim.”

“What if the kids wake up?”

“We’ll leave the door open so we can hear them. It’ll be fine. I’ll go get towels.”

“I need to put on my suit,” I tell him.

He stops mid-step and turns back to me, “No you don’t.”

He returns with the towels and takes me by the hand, leading me to the water’s edge. Once there, he undresses me and then himself, and we wade out into the tepid water. He takes me in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock smacks against my belly and my breath hitches. Liquid heat starts throbbing in my core and I clench my thighs.

“We’re making memories, remember? We’ll call this one the night we made love in a lake in the moonlight,” he tells me and lifts my hips so he can slide into me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me as our bodies rock together under the water. After all this time, he still fits me as though we were made for each other. As he thrusts inside me, I embolden myself enough to release my grip on him and lie back on the water. He holds me up and tells me, “Your tits look great in the moonlight.”

I close my eyes and float on the water as my husband takes me in long, deep thrusts leading to a mutual climax to rival some of the best sex that we’ve ever had.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, lifting me back up into his arms.

“I love you, Daddy,” I answer, resting my head on his shoulder.

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