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“Growing up my dad was strict. He’s a second generation Russian immigrant who works hard. We are not as close as we could be, but we’re there for each other.”
Not wanting to get more into my family dynamics, because I’m not sure how she will take everything, I make her a plate of pancakes then place it in front of her.
Lifting her plate up to her nose, she says, “Mmm…this smells good.”
Then the timer on the oven goes off. “Just in time.” I say with a wink.
I grab the bacon out of the oven and serve her two pieces. “Eat,” I tell her.
As Ella eats, I make my plate and join her. We eat in a comfortable silence and it feels like this was always meant to be. When I hear the clanging of her silverware, I look up and Ella is getting up to leave. I grab her arm and pull her onto my lap. “Where are you going?”
She licks her lips and my eyes follow the movement. And I can’t help it. I lean forward and lick her lips too. She tastes like maple syrup and bacon and Ella and I want more of that right now.
Moving all the plates to the side, I press Ella against the edge of the counter. “You know, baby girl, I never gave you a proper punishment.”
She turns to look at me with those doe-like eyes, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, worrying. I grip her thighs with my hands leaning in. “Don’t worry, you’ll like this punishment.”
She just stares at me.
“Yes or no, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“That’s my good girl.”
I push her until the front of her is flush with the counter top, then I pull down the boxers, exposing her ass to me. I smack it once, reveling in the pink that it brings to her skin. “Mmm…dessert for breakfast.”
Before she can even respond to my retort, I drop to my knees and spread her wide. I lick her from clit to hole. Her legs muscles stiffen. “Mikhail, what are you doing?”
“Relax. Daddy has you,” I answer as I rub the globes of her ass.
Her legs start to loosen a little bit, and I lick her pussy until my face drips with her. I collect her juices with my index finger and swirl it around her back hole, then I slowly dip my finger into it, while my tongue massages her clit. “Ahh…Daddy.”
As she climbs higher and higher her tight hole sucks in my finger. I add another one, to help stretch her out. She’s done it before and she's going to take my fat cock in her tight ass.
When she explodes all over my face, I take my fingers out of her ass, and quickly stand up and pull my cock out of my boxers. I push into her tight hole willing myself to go slow so I don’t hurt her too much. When I hit the ring of resistance, I continue pushing forward slowly, when Ella snaps at me, “Faster, Mikahil. Harder.”
Thank Christ
With one hard thrust, I’m fully seated. I kiss her lower back. “You’re doing so good, baby girl, taking Daddy's cock in your tight ass.”
Gritting her teeth, she softens a bit, “Daddy, it feels good. But I need you to move.”
I start rocking in and out of her while she rubs her clit. Mine. Her body molds to mine and she takes me with such ease. Mine. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. Ella. Will. Be. Mine. She will have my children and I will remove anyone who stands in our way.
“Fuck, Ella, I’m so close. Make sure you keep rubbing that sweet spot for me.”
“Mikhail,” She moans something else that’s incoherent. I love that she’s so caught up in the moment. Her body starts to tighten and my balls pull up. Grunting, I let go and spill my cum into her sweet ass. Panting and trying to catch my breath, I lean over her, resting my head on her shoulder. Giving her small kisses. “Ella, that was so incredible.”
“Yes, it was. And as much as I would love to sit here with you, I really need to clean up,” she says as she tries to push me off a little. I don’t really move but I get the hint. I straighten back up and I pull out of her. My cum starts to leak out of her ass and down her leg. “Shit, I like seeing me run down your leg. Are you sure you need to clean up?”
Ella looks over her shoulder giving me a grin. “Yes, Mikhail. I can’t walk around with cum running down my leg.”
She walks past me and heads toward the bathroom. When she’s done, she grabs her phone. Looking at a message, her face pales.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I come up on her.
“Umm…I got a message from my step-mother and she needs me at home.”
