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My eyes close and my head leans back against the wall as he slides a finger inside of me.
“You’re soaking wet,” he whispers.
I sigh and lean into him, one arm wrapped around his shoulder, as the other unbuttons his flannel and weaves my fingers into the hair on his chest. I’m there for a moment until I travel back to the bulge in his jeans to tug them down.
Hand still in my pussy, he steps out of his jeans, and kicks them back. “You sure you’re okay with all this? I don’t have protection. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to show up.”
An avalanche of questions invades my mind. I want to know everything, but one question replays. Has he been with anyone else? I’m sure he has. It’s been eighteen years. He didn’t think I was coming back. Of course, he’s been with other women. That only makes sense.
Why does the thought make me so jealous?
Suddenly riddled with insecurity, I open my mouth to ask, but his finger hits a spot at the back of my pussy, and I lose focus. Besides, even if there were others, I know by looking at him they didn’t mean anything. I’m where his heart has been.
“Oh, little one, you like that?” He thrusts harder, moving his fingers with focus.
I pant and grip his biceps tight as he works me over. “Yeah, I love it. I’m going to come. Don’t stop!”
“Good,” he groans. “Come for me. Be a good little girl and come on my hand.”
My heart pounds and my thighs shake. I’m so close now.
I grip his giant cock in my hand and stroke, desperate for him to spread me wide. I’ve never felt need like this in all my life.
He grins and pulls his fingers from my pussy, licking them off like a wild bear who’s stuck his paw in a honeypot. “I’m doing this all wrong. You need punishment.”
“Punishment?” I pant. “Why?”
“You’ve been a bad girl, not reaching out to me all those years. I went to the post office every week hoping for a letter from you, but there was never anything.”
I stare up at him. “I’m sorry. I wrote so many letters to you, but I never sent them.”
He kisses my forehead gently. “You had other priorities. I understand, but if we’re going to make this work, I think you might need a spanking.”
I nod and bite my bottom lip as a surge of excitement rattles through me. Maybe I shouldn’t want the spanking, but I do. I want it hard. I want to feel his big, strong, rough hand vibrate my ass until I come all over his cock.
Sergei grins. “Fuck, little one. You want the punishment, don’t you?”
I whine under my breath and reach down for his hard cock, stroking it gently in my hand as he guides me into the living room and bends me forward over the top of the couch. I stare out the back window, ass up in the air, ready for my penalty. I deserve it, really. I should’ve come to my senses so much sooner.
The sun has dipped down below the tree line and the sky is bright pink, casting shadows of pine across the blanket of white snow.
“You left me, little one. You left me in the cold waiting.” He smacks his palm against my ass, bumping me forward, sending a tremor through me. I love it! I want more!
His big palm rubs my skin and his hard cock pokes against me.
My eyes close as another hard smack follows the first one and then another. I could come like this. I want his marks all over my skin.
He leans in behind me and bites my shoulder as his dick rubs against my ass.
Tingles spread from my spine down, and I’ve never been more ready to come.
“Fuck me. Please!” I’ve barely gotten the words from my lips before I’m interrupted by the sound of a truck rumbling up the driveway.
I open my eyes and stare out the window at the white Silverado where four boys climb out, rifles in hand. They’re moving toward the door with intention as though they’re an angry mob who’s out for blood.
I glance back toward Sergei. “We should move.”
He groans. “These fucking boys haven’t shown up in weeks, and now they’re here? Today… right fuckin’ now?”
