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“Good girl. Are you centered?” I want her off the floor, but I want to be sure she got what she needed first.
“Yes, Sir. I feel better now.” Nodding, I pull her up by her arm and into mine. “I love you, Danhy. I know you only want what is best for me.”
“That’s it, baby. That is all I want. Well, that and your sticky pussy. You still wet?” I don’t wait for her to answer. My hand slides between her legs and I feel the honey clinging to her fat lips. My mouth begins to water, knowing she is still ready.
“You need to come don’t you little fairy?” I ask carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.
“Yes. I’m aching.” She whines as I lay her down. Removing the rest of her clothes and then mine.
“Show me.” Nothing I love more than my woman, in the bed, with her legs open. Dessert is always better before supper.
Chapter Ten
Zoya
He looks down at my sloppy, swollen pussy. It’s full of his jizz and I need more of it. He’s turned me into a fiend. He’s already hard again but instead of fucking me, he dives face first into my pussy, lapping at it like he’s thirsty, and I’m the last drop of water anywhere. I moan loudly and he hikes my legs up to my damn ears and dives back in. He licks and sucks me, even fucking my holes with his talented tongue. Suddenly, I come hard, so hard his face is wet with it.
“Danhy!” I scream.
“What a filthy, good girl,” he says leaning up and shoving three thick fingers inside me. I cry out. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come before I fill this cunt with my seed again. Would you like that?”
It sounds both daunting and amazing. With my legs still in the air, I nod. He pauses the intense fingering causing me to groan. “Use words, Pixie,” he growls.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe. He makes me feel things I didn’t think I was ever going to find. He resumes finding my g-spot. I close my eyes and let the orgasm wash over me. He continues fingering me through it, causing another one. Over and over and gives it to me. On the fifth one, I squirt. His continued hand motions are making it fly everywhere like I am the subject of a porno. I fucking love it. It’s nasty and so fucking wrong, but the look of satisfaction on his face is priceless. “I love you,” I scream.
“I love you too, Pixie. Look at all this girl cum soaking our bed,” he says climbing on the bed. My legs are so shaky as he lowers them to the bed. I should have stretched before this. I never would have thought that would be something I’d have to do. Gripping his fully hard cock, he spanks my clit hard with it several times giving me a mini orgasm. I think my heart’s giving out. It’s sinfully full of love and lust and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. Suddenly, he thrusts into my still quaking pussy and I swear, I almost come off the fucking bed. He pounds into me harder and harder until I flip the script, which he allows. On top of him, with him in a half sitting position, he sucks my nipples hard. He’s so much deeper this way, and that’s another thing I didn’t know was possible. After what seems like forever, I can’t stop the train that’s barreling through me. I come yet again, screaming his name. He roars his own release and I collapse on top of him with his cock still stuffed in my tired pussy. I run my fingers lazily over his chest.
“My side of the bed is ruined,” I murmur.
“Up,” he says pulling me off his cock.
Everything is sticky and gross. I love it. What the hell is wrong with me? We change the sheets and then he leads me to the shower. After a quick, hot shower he brushes my hair and we get into bed. Why do I like that so much? I am choosing not to analyze it that much. I am exhausted, but my mind is racing. When Danhy is snoring, I get out of bed and replace the liquid I am sure I lost during that amazing fuckfest. In the pit of my stomach, guilt is growing. It has been four days. I can’t come to terms with my happiness. It’s warring with the fact that I lost everything. I’ll never again hug my father or smell my mother’s perfume long after she’s left the room. Standing in the kitchen, I cry. Silent tears stream down my face and I can’t stop them. For the first time, it dawns on me that they died because of me. If I hadn’t been with them, they’d be alive right now. I need to know why the Bratva took me. What did they hope to gain? I’ve been so wrapped up in Danhy and this love that came out of nowhere, that I haven’t even thought of my parents. Or my brother. I haven’t even asked about him or called him. Maybe Danhy’s right. I need to talk to someone. I’ve always been a firm believer in things happening for a reason, but it doesn’t sit well with me that my parents had to die for me to find the love of my life. It’s weighing down on me and I don’t like that feeling. Finally, I lay back down and sleep fitfully.
