The Hitman’s Angel

His tongue invades my mouth again, again, again and I feel those thorough licks between my thighs. They stoke the fire that’s beginning to burn out of control. I need something. No, I need…everything. His mouth is relentless, changing directions and attacking me over and over again from every angle. It’s not seduction, it’s just honesty. Pure, raw honesty. When we break for air, I catch the briefest glance of his heavy-lidded expression, strained muscles, sweat gathering at the center of his thick pectorals. Muscles flash and glisten, his mouth is wet and he bares his teeth at me every time he thrusts against my core.

He’s starved for me. How could he possibly stop?

I don’t know. But he would.

Maybe that’s part of the reason I don’t want him to anymore.

Trust and affection expands inside me until I’m going to snap.

I trust my daddy. I want to show him. Make him happy.

I want to be his good little girl.

Before he can plant his tongue inside my mouth again, I whisper hurriedly, “I don’t want to stop at kissing anymore. I n-need you inside me. Please.”

He drops his face into my neck and bellows like a wounded animal. “Nyet. You are testing me. I will be unbreakable for you, angel. You will not doubt me.”

“No. No, I don’t doubt you. At all. Please. I’ve changed my mind.”

Those heated eyes run over my face and he shakes his head. “I will pass this test even if it kills me. I will suffer to make you mine forever.”

Oh my God. He’s really not going to take me.

I have no one to blame but myself.

It’s so ridiculous to feel tears welling up behind my eyes, but I’m really beginning to ache, and intuition tells me Lenin claiming me is the only way to make it stop. On top of my own growing lust, there’s an urge to satisfy him that is immense. “Please?”

He curses a blue streak in Russian that I assume is an elaborate no.

Before I can stop it, a tear leaks free.

Lenin watches the bead of moisture slide down my temple in horror. “What is that, Margaret? What are you doing?”

Another tear escapes and Lenin’s panic escalates. He looks like he’s just witnessed a bomb detonate and destroy civilization as we know it.

“You are…crying?”

“I’m okay,” I sob, totally not convincing him. “It’s just that I need you. All of you. And you won’t believe me and it’s all my fault.”

The rambling words are barely out of my mouth before Lenin reaches down and yanks down his zipper. Looking down between our bodies, I watch as his hand disappears inside his pants and quickly pulls out a huge, throbbing snake of flesh. The wet head is a purplish red color, wet and dripping. A deeply rooted yearning twists inside of me. This is my mate. And I’m his. We’re about to make each other whole and I’m suddenly frantic for that to happen. I’m whimpering and writhing on the bed, spreading my thighs as wide as I can.

Daddy’s good little girl.

“Shhh. Please don’t cry. You’ll rip me apart with these tears.” Lenin presses his panting open mouth to the pulse at my neck. “I’ll make it all better, angel.”

With that, he slams his cock home inside me.

I hold my breath, expecting terrible pain, but there’s mainly a sense of completion. I’m full of Lenin’s manhood, so full I can’t move without him rubbing a mysterious spot deep, deep inside me. Ohhhhh. There’s a touch of discomfort as my flesh stretches to take his erection, but his expression is one of such profound pleasure, I welcome the tenderness. I’ll gladly exchange pain to be this close to Lenin, giving him everything.

My jaw is caught in his grip. “Who has taken your virginity?”

“Daddy has,” I whine.

“Yes, angel. You will not cry now,” he demands, gruffly. “You will only be happy.”

He drags his wet member out of me and shoves it back in with a grunt. “Oh!”

“My God, little girl.” He works himself in and out of me, groaning his pleasure. “I raised you right and tight. Now I will enjoy the fruits of my labor, da?”

His words set me off. I’m no longer Margaret. I’m his plaything. I moan and struggle to take him deeper, like it’s my mission in life. Daddy helps me spread my thighs with rough hands and praises me with a kiss when he’s able to sink another inch inside me.

“You feel what your innocent teasing does to me?” He drops his mouth to my breasts and licks my hard nipples, one after the other. “You fill my balls with such pressure, little girl. I have no choice but to relieve myself inside you. You put it there. Now you have take it back.”

I make my expression solemn. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

He looks down at our joined bodies, pulling out of me slowly and grinding down hard, relishing the movement with a slack jaw. “In our house, we call this apologizing. You say sorry on your back when we are alone—and I always accept.”