Chapter 31 Natalya #2
“That’s my girl,” he says, loosening his grip on me. He sucks on my sore nipples, switching from one to the other. “I’m beginning to think you like me to punish you a little, don’t you Devushka?”
“Sometimes, I just need a little correcting— Oh… fuck…”
He bites my nipple again, twisting the other one hard. I grab the edge of the couch as the pleasure of the pain swims within me. It’s almost too much. I arch my back a little and my pussy presses against his abdomen. He notice him smiling up at me.
“That little pussy is eager for your toy, hmm?”
I nod. I’ve never wanted him to fuck me so bad in my life.
“Patience, my love. Give me what I want and you can play with it for as long as you like.”
He circles my sore nipples, soothing them with his warm, wet tongue. Then he moves down to my abdomen, tasting my skin with deep kisses.
His kisses land on my inner thighs, his fingers gently rubbing my lips, spreading them apart and sliding up to my clit over and over again. I can feel my pussy walls pulsing as he teases me.
“You’re practically dripping,” he says. “I know you want to come on my fingers.”
I could. It wouldn’t take much at this point. When I don’t answer, he lifts his eyebrows. “Answer me, darling.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my sweet little girl. Sweet like honey.” He slips his fingers inside me as the heat of his breath brushes against my clit. He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking gently while his fingers move in and out of me.
I’m running my fingers through his silver and dark blonde strands. He sucks a little harder and his fingers turn as he thrusts them deeper inside me. He growls, the vibration in his voice rumbles against my clit.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moan, moving my hips up and down against his face. The rough hair of his beard scratching that desperate itch of my passion. He keeps up with me and before long, that familiar warm tingling rises within me.
As if reading my mind, he stops, slowing his fingers and sitting up. My legs start to shiver as he regards me, his eyes looking over my body lustfully. “Not yet, my darling.”
“But Daddy—”
“Not. Yet. You’ll come when I tell you to.”
I have to bite my lip as he slowly finger fucks me. I don’t know if I can hold back for much longer. He grabs one of my breasts and squeezes. The pain mixes with the feeling of his fingers deep inside me and I feel like I’m going to explode. A rough moan I barely recognize comes out of me.
“Daddy, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” he says. “You’re stronger than you think, my love. Settle into it. Let it swim in your body.”
His thumb is on my clit now. I breathe through it, my eyes rolling up in my head. God, help me, it feels incredible…
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” I moan. “It feels so good.”
“Seeing you like this is making me so hard. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
His voice is doing something to me and that feeling rises within me, more intense this time. I don’t think I can hold back.
“Come for me, baby,” he says. Like a switch being thrown, my body responds and I come, tightening my walls around his fingers, arching my back. I moan high and loud, my voice bouncing off the walls.
As the feeling starts to subside, he undoes his pants, pulling out his cock. “You’ve so earned this.”
My legs are shivering. My body still shakes when he enters me. His fingers slide into my mouth and suddenly my own juices are on my tongue, sweet and sour all at once. The sensory overload is doing me in and I feel myself starting to go yet again.
He’s above me, thrusting hard and deep inside me. He removes his fingers and kisses me, sharing the taste of my pussy between us. There’s no holding back this time. I come again, biting his lip as my body loses control.
He moans against my mouth and I feel his hands in my hair. A moment later, he pulls my head back and kisses my neck. He growls as he thrusts, deep, impactful strikes against my most sensitive parts.
“You feel so good,” he moans as he kisses my ear. In Russian he says, “Your pussy is so wet and so tight, I could live inside you forever.”
I lift my legs around him, locking my ankles and pulling him deeper inside me. “My love,” he moans. “My darling, darling little girl…”
When he comes, filling me up with his warm seed, he buries his face in my neck, growling moans muffled against my skin.
“I love you,” he whispers. “My Natalya. My love…”
“I love you,” I whisper back.
The light of dawn is coming in under the door. When I wake up, I’m on top of him, listening to his heartbeat, his dick still inside me. I don’t know how long we were going at it, but after one big orgasm together, we both passed out on the couch.
In the distance, I think I hear birds chirping somewhere outside and now… now, it’s time to get up.
I move slightly and I hear him suck air through this teeth sharply. I look up at him to see he’s awake and grimacing. Shit, I forgot about his injury.
“Oh, Anton,” I say, sitting up and looking at the bandage on his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“It’s okay,” he says with a lazy smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He’s looking up at me with these shining dark eyes and I can’t help but smile back. But now that we’ve made up… what comes next?
“Anton?”
“Hmm?”
I hesitate, thinking about my father’s Bratva, or what’s left of it. What that could mean for Anton, if anything. “Are we really safe?”
His smile fades a little. “You mean, you and the baby?”
I nod.
“No one will touch you, Devushka. Not ever again. Not as long as I live.”
“You sound so sure.”
“Because I am sure.”
I shrug. “What if I decide I don’t want this—Oh!”
He moves his hips and his dick beckons me, poking at my G-spot. I squeeze my walls in response. “It’s not all about sex.”
“Doesn’t hurt, though,” he says.
“Anton…” He’s slowly fucking me again and I want him to keep going… but this is serious. “Stop for a second. Please. We need to talk about this.”
He stops. “I know it’s not all about sex,” he says, moving his hands up and down my thighs. “It’s about us. I never want you to come to any harm. You’ll always be safe with me.” He regards me for a long moment, then his brow furrows. “You know, a king needs a queen.”
I chuckle. “Is that a proposal?”
“Yes.” He says it before I finish. “Marry me, Natalya.”
My smile drops. He’s serious. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Marry me. Make me the happiness man in the world.”
My heart swells. “Yes,” I say. “I’ll marry you.”
I lean down to him and kiss him, taking his face in my hands. “Oh, my sweet Devushka,” he moans as he holds me in his arms, his hips moving against mine, his dick waking my body up again.
I’m his. I’m all his. Forever.