Chapter 6 MIKHAIL
Six
MIKHAIL
Maya is asleep in my arms, out cold, breathing soft and steady against my chest. Feeling so fucking soft and warm, with her scent all over my nose, I’m hard as fucking steel.
I shift a bit, trying to ease the pressure on my dick that’s nestled against her lush ass, but it’s no use. Having her this close, feeling her, all of her… and the way she’s curled into me? Relaxed, trusting. Making me feel deep down to my gut that she belongs here, in my arms.
But Sofia’s upstairs. There’s no way I’m taking my woman for the first time with my six-year-old niece as a potential audience.
I want to make Maya scream at the top of her lungs.
I want to give her the kind of fucking that breaks furniture.
Claim her over, and over, and over again.
Fill her to the brim. So full that my jizz will be leaking out of her cunt for days.
So I stand carefully, lifting my girl with me.
She makes a small sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, that has my dick throbbing.
Fuck, I love her sounds, her voice, her laugh, her sexy body, how her smiles brighten the whole damn world, the way she sweetly chats with Sofia, how foolishly kind she was to follow us here… everything about this woman.
I grit my teeth and carry her down the hall to her room. Push the door open with my shoulder, and lay her down on the bed.
She barely moves. Just curls on her side, with one hand tucked under her cheek. Looking peaceful… at home. Beautiful. And mine.
I pull the blanket over her and force myself to step back. If I stay, I’m not leaving this room until I’ve had her every way I can think of. So, I walk out, close the door behind me, and head to my room.
The second I’m inside, I strip. My cock’s standing straight up. Thick. Heavy. Aching. I wrap my hand around it and stroke. Hard. Fast.
I think about her. The way she looked when she came. With her beautiful eyes rolled back. Her lush mouth open. Curvy body shaking. The sounds she made.
I cling to the phantom taste of her mouth and juices on my tongue.
“Fuck.”
I stroke myself faster. Squeeze harder. Think about how tight she was around my fingers. How wet. How she’ll feel when I finally get inside her. And I will. Tomorrow. As soon as Sofia’s at school. I’m gonna make Maya scream until she goes hoarse.
That’s the thought that sends me over the edge. I come hard. All over my hand and gut, groaning through my clenched teeth. Rope after rope of thick, heavy cum I’ve been keeping just for her.
But it’s not enough. It never is. Ever since I first laid eyes on that girl, it’s like my balls are always heavy, even after I’ve drained them dry.
I clean up and return to collapse on my bed, and stare at the ceiling.
She’s down my fucking hall. In my house. In a bed I put her in. And all I can think about is getting back to her.
I check my phone. 9:47 PM. Both Sofia and Maya are asleep, and I’m lying here with my dick hard again, replaying every second of what happened earlier. I close my eyes and see her face when I pushed my fingers inside her. The way her kiss-swollen lips parted. How she said my name. Mikhail. Fuck.
I palm my cock through the sheet and stroke slowly this time. My big hand running the length of my shaft, thumb rolling over my leaking cockhead, sliding back to squeeze my balls…
I think about tomorrow. How I’m gonna strip her bare. Taste every inch of her. Make her come on my tongue. My fingers. My cock. Finally make her mine in every way.
By the time my alarm goes off at six, I’ve barely slept.
* * *
Sofia’s room is quiet when I crack the door open. She’s still out. Curled up with that ratty-ass stuffed bear.
I wake her gently. “Time to get up, princess.”
She groans, rubbing her eyes. “It’s morning already?”
“Yeah, baby. Time to get ready for school.”
She sits up, yawning. “Is Maya awake?”
“Not yet, princess. Let’s let her sleep.”
“Okay.” She climbs out of bed and walks to the bathroom.
I make her breakfast and pack her snacks, but the whole time, my mind keeps going back to Maya. Asleep in my guest bed. Probably still wearing her dress from yesterday. Or maybe she woke up in the middle of the night and changed. Stripped down to nothing… Fuck, Maksimov, focus!
* * *
By seven-thirty, Sofia and I are in the car.
“Uncle Misha?”
“Yes, princess?”
“I really like Maya.”
I glance at her in the rear-view mirror. “Yeah?”
She nods. “She’s nice. And funny. And she didn’t get mad when I made her watch my show three times.” She giggles.
I grunt.
Sofia studies me in the mirror, all big, fake-innocent eyes, and asks, “Are you gonna marry her?”
I nearly drive off the fucking road.
“What?”
“Well, when a boy likes a girl, he should marry her. Do you like Maya?”
I clear my throat. “She’s… yeah. I like her.” I can’t help adding, “a lot.”
She smiles broadly. “Good. Because I think she likes you too.”
Fuck me. Out of the mouths of six-year-olds.
I drop Sofia off at school. Watch her run inside with her backpack bouncing, turning to wave at me at least five times. Then I sit in the car for a beat. Maya’s at my house. Alone. And I’ve got until three o’clock to do everything I’ve been thinking about for what feels like forever at this point.
I stop at a coffee shop. Get two large coffees. Black with two sugars for her. Grab a bag of pastries, because my girl needs to eat. Then, I’m on my way back. Fast.
The house is quiet when I walk in. I set the coffee and pastries on the kitchen counter, and head straight to her room. The door’s still closed.
I knock once. “Maya.”
Nothing. I push the door open and find her awake. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hair’s damp from a shower, and she’s wearing a tank top and shorts. Fuck. Me.
Our eyes meet, and that’s all it takes for me to cross the room.
I stand in front of her, and she tilts her head back to look at me, with her lips parted, big brown eyes, and a small, brave smile on her lips.
“Hi…”
“We got until three.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I cup her face, feeling her soft skin, her warmth. God, I missed that.
I tilt her chin up.
“Time to finish what we started last night, Milaya.”
“What… what does that mean? You called me that last night.”
I grin, running the pad of my thumb over her velvety skin. “It’s Russian. Means… sweetheart?”
She nods, staring up at me. Her big brown eyes, wide and nervous. But there’s heat there too. A fire, a need, a want that maybe runs as deep as mine.
“Mikhail… about last night…”
I shake my head and pull her to her feet, plastering her front to mine, her soft curves melting into my hard body. Then, I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. Maya instantly melts into me. Her small hands fisting my shirt, a soft moan escaping her throat.
Fuck, I missed this. Missed her mouth. The feel of her. Her taste. The air she fucking breathes. Everything about my girl. And it’s only been a few hours. I’m so fucked. And one billion percent here for it.
I break our kiss, resting my forehead on hers.
“You scared?”
She swallows hard. “A little.”
I smile at her. She smiles back, and that warm, trusting expression on her gorgeous face makes everything in me swell. My heart, my dick, my balls, my very soul.
Without breaking eye-contact, I slide my hands down her sides. Over her hips. Grip her juicy ass and pull her against me.
She gasps when she feels how hard I am.
“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, sweet girl. What you’ve been doing to me from day fucking one.”
“Mikhail…”
“And now I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart. Make you all fucking mine.”
She nods, trembling in my arms, her hardened nipples brushing against my shirt, lips parted, eyes wide.
“Say yes,” I command in a deep growl.
“Yes,” she whispers back, wetting her lips with the tip of her small pink tongue.
That’s all I need. I lift her; she wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed. Lay her down. She’s looking up at me, chest heaving, full lips parted. So fucking beautiful.
I strip off my shirt and toss it aside. Maya’s eyes grow huge, traveling over my chest, my abs, the ink covering my ribs and shoulder.
“Touch me,” I growl, even more caveman than my normal grumpy ass.
When she reaches up, her hands are small and soft on my skin, tracing the lines of my tattoos, an old bullet scar on my chest.
“Does it hurt?” She asks, her eyes coming back to mine.
I shake my head, loving her full attention on me, her touch, her concern. “Not anymore.”
I lean in to kiss her. Slow. Taking my time. Let my hands slide under her top. And she arches into my touch. I pull the fabric up, over her head, toss it aside, to find she’s not wearing a fucking bra.
Fuck.
Her tits are fucking perfect. Full and heavy.
With dark nipples that are already hard.
I cup one full breast and squeeze it, making her moan.
I lower my head, take a nipple into my mouth, and suck.
Maya cries out, pulling at my hair, lifting herself off the mattress to bring me closer.
I move to the other one, licking a slow circle around her tight bud, my eyes on her face, drinking in her every breath, each change in her expression. Then I bite…
“Ahhh!” Her cry is long, loud, and the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Goddammit. My girl. Fucking made for me.
I pull back to look at her fully. She’s breathless, panting, sweat curling the short hairs at her temples, pupils blown wide. Her gorgeous brown skin, exposed down to her waist. Goddamn perfect.
“More?” I gravel out.
“Please,” she moans in response.
I hook my fingers into her shorts, pull them down along with her panties, and there she is. Completely naked. Like the best gift in the universe, spread out on my bed. And she’s mine. All fucking mine. Only. always. Until my fucking dying breath.
I stand to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans with shaking hands.
Maya’s eyes drop to my dick, then they widen when she sees what I’m packing.
Yeah, baby. All fucking yours.