Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She doesn’t tense again, but having my cock inside her is new and foreign for her. Her pussy is adjusting, and I try to make it pleasurable as she learns what I feel like when we make love.
I let her soft cunt memorize every ridge of me so that the next time she will welcome me home. Like the beloved loyal man at her feet, I will await her beckoning.
When the kiss is so great that she needs to catch her breath, I move my lips to her neck and begin to move. I bury my face there as I give her long, slow thrusts of my cock.
“Ivan,” she whispers, and it’s almost my undoing.
I thrust harder, letting her feel my strength. In this moment, I am possessing not only her body but her spirit. There is a power that moves between us, and her soul now belongs to me.
“Sweet krasotu, you are my love.” I kiss her fiercely, setting this moment in stone. My ownership of her isn’t to be taken lightly. It is my solemn vow to be her soldier. The knight in shining armor her little heart dreamed of.
I move a hand to her pussy to tease her tiny bud. I bring my thumb back to my mouth and lick it, then replace it where she needs it most. I want the taste of her innocence on my mouth as she climaxes for me.
I watch a blush blossom on her chest and move up her neck. Her eyes close tight and her head tilts back as once again she stops the fight. She gives in to my gift and falls over the edge of paradise. A sheen of sweat dampens her skin, and we are slick together. Her orgasm is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, so unrestrained and pure. There is nothing held back when she allows herself this moment.
It takes all the strength I have not to spill my seed within her warmth. It would have been so easy, but I will always do what my krasotu asks.
Pulling out my cream-covered cock, I sit up and stroke it while looking down at her nakedness. Her perfect skin, rosy with pleasure, her round breasts with hard nipples begging for more attention.
Her eyes widen as she watches me, and then she brings her own hand to mine. Her soft fingers interlace with mine, and together we stroke my cock. She licks her lips, and I want to come on them, covering the swollen petals with my seed.
But the look of her on her back, legs spread and open for me is too much. Instead, I choose to mark her body, letting her watch me climax onto her.
She pumps me to release, and thick spurts of my love for her land on her pale skin. I watch as each throb brings more, and I reach down, rubbing it in. The yards of unmarked perfection now proudly display my ownership. There has never been a moment where I have felt such complete devotion.
I nearly collapse on top of her and feel the warmth spread between us. I feel as if my entire world is in my arms.
“I don’t think I can breathe,” she says, and holds me tighter.
“The love is heavy between us. But do not worry, my sweet beauty. I will carry it for the both of us.”
Chapter Eleven
Penelope
I lie on my back in the center of Ivan’s bed, still naked after our love-making. My whole body feels like it’s still tingling. His face rests on my belly as his arms wrap around me so tightly I’m a little surprised I can breathe. His hold on me is tight, but I love it.
I run my fingers through his short hair, looking over his back and the tattoos there. I wonder what some of them mean. I only know a few Russian words based on the small amount of reading I’ve done.
“Ivan, do you have a family back home?”
“There is only you, krasotu,” he says before his lips brush my stomach. The short stubble on his face rubs against my skin. “You are so soft,” he says before kissing me again. He can’t stop touching me. Every caress lingers like he doesn’t want to let me go, as if I’m the most precious thing he has ever held.
I’ve always felt loved by my family. Their love for me has never been in doubt. But I have always been the one to take care of everyone. Even if it was never asked of me, it’s just how I am. I can’t help it, and I know they appreciate it. With Ivan, I feel like taking care of him would be so different.
His words are sweet and they make me want to smile and cry for him. He doesn’t have anyone. It makes me cherish my family even more. I couldn’t imagine my life without them. To try and picture growing up all alone just isn’t possible. Maybe that’s why he pushed me away yesterday. He’s not used to having someone. He doesn’t know how to deal with it. But I think that has passed for him, if the hold he has on me now says anything at all.