Her Russian Savior

Yes. It’s definitely time to come.

Chapter Eight

Nikole

Maybe it was a mistake getting so liquored up, but it’s the first time I’ve been around anything other than vodka. My twenty-first birthday was weeks ago before I left home, but I didn’t go out. So, in essence, I was celebrating. Anatoli looks at me like he’s going to tear me in half, and I know that I am going to let him.

We are barely in the door when I drop to my knees in front of him. He always takes care of me so well; it’s my turn now. I must not have been as graceful as I thought because he chuckles as he helps me.

“What are you doing, girl?” he asks cockily.

“I want to suck it,” I say, matter of factly.

“You sound like a naughty little minx when you talk like that,” he growls as I pull his dick out of his pants. It’s so big. My mouth waters at the thought of that monster cock in my mouth.

“That’s the plan,” I say, winking up at him. I stroke him first before wrapping my lips around the tip.

“That’s it,” he says, gripping my head and guiding me. There is something so.. Primal and reassuring about his hands on me, wherever they may be. Over and over, I take him to the back of my throat until I feel him tighten like he does when he’s in my pussy. He comes, and I swallow it down. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs.

I wipe my mouth and stand up. He pulls me toward him and kisses me as if the world is ending.

“What was that for?” I ask, knowing full well where this is going.

“A job well done. Now come to bed. That was just the beginning.” I grin and head toward the bedroom.

Later, after he’s thoroughly fucked me several times, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. I’m suddenly stone-cold sober.

“What are we doing? Where is this going?" I ask though I hate to be one of those girls; I need to know where he’s at. Where we’re at, he looks over at me like I’m crazy. I probably do sound crazy.

“What the hell kind of question is that?” he asks, sounding pissed.

“A logical one,” I reply, feeling oddly sensitive and annoyed.

“How can you ask that when my seed is still inside you. When life may already be growing inside of you.” I shiver in shock and put my hands on my stomach. The thought of that makes me happy. Being the mother of his children, even the idea, does more for me than anything else ever has. I’ll be one of those mothers who dotes on her children and never does anything criminal. Sounds simple.

“Are you just going to ask me questions instead of answering mine?” I ask.

“I thought it was quite clear, Nikole. We’re building a future. Our future.”

“Oh, this is real then?”

“I love you, Nikole. I would have thought that was obvious, but just in case it's not,” he says, coming back to bed. “You’re going to be my wife,” he says, slipping a ring on my finger.

“Oh, my God,” I scream, tears filling my eyes. This is exactly what I dreamed would happen.

“Don’t cry, my love.”

“Is that your way of asking?” I ask, sniffling.

“Didn’t think I needed to ask you, love. I’ve tried to show you in every way every minute since the day we met. You’re mine, and you know it. Why fight it?”

“You’re right. I love you,” I say. He leans down and kisses me.

“I love you too. Forever,” he says.

I would never have thought that this is where I’d end up, three thousand miles from home, starting my life with a man I love more than I ever thought possible, but I am so glad that I did.

Chapter Nine

Anatoli

I am a selfish son of a bitch, but I don’t care. I woke her two hours ago and fucked her, slow and deep, with her ring finger in my mouth, the diamond cutting into my tongue. Now, here I am, balls deep inside of the hottest pussy on the planet, painting the inside of her walls with my seed, putting another part of me on her and in her. “Good morning, ?????????,” I say into her neck before sinking my teeth into her.

“Mmm. ????????,” she breathes into me, squeezing my cock with her snug pussy.

“I feel you, baby. I love your wet cunt, my love.”

“I love you,” she says before I pinch her clit and watch as she falls over. I squirt and pour inside of her. This was not meant to be a marathon. This was just a good morning to get us both through our busy day.

“I love you too, baby,” I say, rolling over and pulling her on top of me. “What’s your plan for today?”