Her Russian Savior

“I’m still speaking, Nikole. Despite what time it is, you left my bed like a thief. I did not like that. Then I find you here, with the door unlocked. It could have been any asshole in the world coming in here. It’s unsafe. It’s asking for trouble when you don’t need it.”

“But it wasn’t just anyone, it was you, my ??????????? ????,” I say, but I didn’t expect that to come out of my mouth. Soulmate. His stare gets more intense, and for a split second, I think he doesn’t like that I called him that until he growls and moves toward me. He backs me into the fridge and pins me to it with his wet body.

“You just sealed our fate, baby.” Then his lips are on mine, and I am lost. Precious seconds are wasted as we rid each other of our clothes. Still pinned against the fridge, he slams his hard cock into me and fucks me harder than he ever has before.

I cling to him. Hanging on for dear life as he owns me. Dominates me. Makes me his. I pray that it’s always going to be like this between us. This intense heat that lights me up from the inside out. Words aren’t needed, but I have so many.

“I love you,” I shout and mumble with a bunch of other things even I don’t understand as I come hard.

“Good girl,” he growls in my ear as I come back down to earth.

Good girl is not what I was hoping for, but it’s better than thank you. Now what?

Chapter Five

Anatoli

Soulmate. With that one word, this girl has grabbed my heart and encased it in unbreakable concrete, behind a wall only she can access. She alone holds the key. “You come so good for me, ?????????.” Moving from the kitchen to the bedroom, I lay her down gently, stroking her clit, grunting as her pussy continues to squeeze my cock. She may have just cum, but I haven’t, and her declaration just gave me an extra shot of stamina. My hand slides between her breasts. “These nipples are going to make my sons strong. Aren’t they, ??? ????????? ???????” I pluck her thick nipples between my forefinger and thumb as my mouth feasts on the other one. Her pussy gushes when I call her ‘my little milkmaid.’ Seems my princess is a dirty girl.

“Yes. Yes,” she chants, pushing against my thrusts, sending me deeper inside of her. My eyes cross as I feel the rubber inside of her.

“?????. Shit.” Her tits, nice and slippery, slide against my chest as our mouths mate. Her eyes are closed; she is lost in ecstasy, in the combustion of our shared need and lust. Call me a selfish bastard, but I don’t like her eyes anywhere but on me. “?????,” I command her to give me her eyes, and she opens them without hesitation. “????????.” She is so fucking beautiful.

“You look at me like...like you can’t believe I am real or something,” she says, her hands holding my head. Underneath me, she looks like an angel that has just tussled with the devil. Her skin glistens from the sweat. Her eyes sparkle from desire. Her hair is a mess. She looks well-loved, and she is.

“It’s because I can’t, ?????????. I can’t believe that I get to love you, cherish you, fuck you and breed you for the rest of my life.” I tell her in earnest, kissing the tip of her nose. Our bodies are still connected, flush against one another, our hands roaming and exploring. We have spent hours connected this way, but this moment feels new… fresh.

“You love me?” she whispers like this is something she didn’t know. My eyes search hers for a hint of teasing, but all I see are tears of disbelief.

“Of course I do, baby. I love you so fucking much, ?????????.”

“Please,” she begs, her hands on my ass pulling me further into her.

“Please what, Nikole. I need to hear you say it.” I know what she wants, but I need the words. Something about this moment feels primal...deep..brutal. Before I allow myself to let go the way her body is begging as well as mine, I need to hear the words.

“?????? ????.” Hearing her tell me to fuck her in my native tongue is the shot fired at a race. I know Americans think they have the monopoly on most things, but everything is erotic in Russian.

“??? ??????. As you wish.” My cock slips out of her, juices falling between us. “??????.” I command her to get on her knees, face to the mattress. Gripping her hips, I pray my handprints to be seared into her skin, marking her for everyone to see. One hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head, pushing her into the bed, I pound my way back inside of her slippery slope, oxygen optional since I am minutes from collapsing. Her pussy is always so fucking tight from this position. I watch as she leaks all over my knees, her moans and screams sound like an orchestra. My eyes are glued to her greedy pussy as it stretches and gapes open only to suck me back in with each thrust. “???????. Christ. Do you have any idea what a fucking dirty, messy cunt you have, ?????????? She wants this beast to destroy her, doesn't she?”