The Russian's Christmas Present

Her ripe ass cheeks both have a red outline of my hand print, which only makes me more crazed. Seeing my mark on her does something to me. Something I never felt or imagined before yesterday.

Now, I can’t imagine not waking up next to her with some evidence of my ownership on her lush body.

I drag a little footstool over to the edge of the bed and take a seat, admiring the view for a long moment, watching as a drop of her sweet nectar slowly makes its way from her virgin opening, down through the pink silk of her folds, and I can’t hold off any longer. I surge forward and plant my face onto her dripping pussy, listening to her whine and yelp as I lap, lick and flick my way to her first orgasm.

She grinds her sweet, innocent cunt back onto my face as she spins into bliss. I don’t know how it’s possible, but she tastes even better that she did just hours ago. I know in the deepest parts of me this girl is mine, and whether or not my family is going to accept her makes no difference to me.

In my opinion, it’s my parents that are from the wrong side of the tracks. Their main concerns in life are their bank accounts and their position in their plastic, self-serving society.

They can never speak to me again if it comes to that. I’ll bring my grandfather back here to live. Build him his own handicapped accessible addition and let him live out the rest of his life watching me and Bria build ours, inspired by what he had with my grandmother for so many years.

Nothing will keep us apart. Nothing.

I feast my way to a second orgasm from her. Her virgin nectar soaks my beard and streams over my tongue, only making me more ravenous.

She finally releases her ass cheeks, her hands flying out to grab at the bedding as I press the pad of my thumb to her puckered little asshole, tongue fucking her pussy, pushing her over the edge again. Only, this time her body convulses so violently, she collapses onto her side, panting and saying my name over and over like some sort of chant.

I let her go like that for a moment while I strip myself, reaching down and calming my cock with a few strokes, spreading the slick pre-cum over the head as it pulses in my hand. I need her inner walls wrapped around me and I can’t wait any longer.

Her body is still shaking and she’s speaking in some other language when I grab her hips and set her sweet ass back up and into place, lining her slick, shimmering pussy up with the tip of my cock.

I grip her hip with one hand and hold my cock with the other as her unfocused eyes catch mine for a moment, her head resting on the bedding as she licks her lips and her fingers splay, as if all of her is open and ready for what’s about to happen.

Her slick honey is dripping and coating her thighs as I seat the tip of my dick at her opening, my legs shaking and my heart pounding, knowing I’m about to secure her in my life forever.

“You’re going to be mine now. You saved this just for me.” I feel her opening pulse and cum is already seeping from my cock, desperate to plant my seed into her virgin womb, binding me to her for all eternity.

“I want you,” she manages, her voice low and lusty. Knowing I’m the only one that will ever have her like this makes my chest swell with pride. I wasn’t sure I would ever feel like this, but now that I do, I’ll never be able to live without again.

I push forward, controlling her hips with my hands, holding her steady. My thick cock looks obscene, spreading her pink opening as she winces, her face turning into the bedding as her fingers curl around the bedspread.

“God, ouch.” Her voice is muffled by the bedding. I hate that I’m hurting her, but I know once this part is over, the pleasure I intend to give her will far outweigh this bright spot of pain she will need to endure.

“Hold on. You’re so fucking tight, baby. My dick’s going to tap out if you don’t release the choke hold…”

Every muscle in my body is rock hard and wound tight as I do what I can to conquer her virgin resistance.

“Just do it,” she whimpers, and I realize taking it slow may not be the best way.

I take a deep breath, her body shaking as I dig my fingertips into her soft flesh, and drive forward on a growl so primal, I’d swear there’s a fucking grizzly in the bedroom.