Eden's Sacrifice (The Virgin Call Girls)
Here we are, five years later and she has accomplished all of this and is now the CEO of the Katya Foundation. Once it was up and running, we both handpicked people to run it because she didn’t want to take time away from being a mom. She is simply amazing, and I have been more than lucky these last five years.
Which brings me too today. It is our five-year anniversary, and my mom has taken the kids for the night. Like every anniversary before it, she is going to be waiting for me in our ‘Gold’ room, wearing the lingerie she had on the night that changed both our lives. This time though, she is going to be covered in the gold and diamonds I had sent to her earlier today, holding a red rose, with her belly sticking out as evidence of my dominion over her pussy. Shit. My cock jerks at the vision I just conjured up.
Turning the keys off in the ignition, I open the door and don’t bother calling out to her. I know where she is. By the time I make it to the door, I am naked, stroking my cock, pacifying him until he can feed his hunger. “Christ.” I choke out as I walk into the room and soak in her beauty. Here she sits, covered in wealth, a portrait of my fantasy and it’s seeing my seed growing in her stomach that is the real seduction.
“Hi, babe.” she greets me, biting her lip and twirling her hair around her finger. The fuck. I set this up and here I am the one sweating and drooling like I didn’t know it was coming, but fuck, she takes my breath away.
“Angel. You are exquisite.” I tell her, my throat raspy and thick with emotion.
“Happy anniversary, Mr. Semenov.” she says, moving her bra aside. I lick my lips when I see the drop of milk peek out.
“Jesus. How do you get more beautiful?” I stand in front of her, my cock bobbing against my stomach. Her finger trails the length of it, and I hiss at the sensitivity. “Little Angel. Not now.” I tell her, letting her know this is not about me. Kneeling, she opens her legs to give me access and I inhale her fragrance. “So sweet, baby.”
“Lick me, Vik. I’m so achy.” I groan before flicking my tongue over her clit and dipping into her pussy. Her mouth has become filthy, and I love it. I love knowing that she will tell me what she needs and how she needs it. Ever since her first pregnancy, she is always only a hair-trigger from an orgasm and I love taking her there over and over, one after the other. “Oh shit, Vik. Yes. Right there. Lick my ass.” my cock squirts on the floor, her filthy mouth making me lose control. As she has commanded, I clean her juices from her rosebud. I will follow every directive she gives for the rest of my life. My tongue touches her tight hole, and she soars, screaming my name, over and over.
“God damn it, little one. Look at how dirty you have become. You let me sully you with my filth and contaminate your innocence. You love it, don’t you?” I slide my cock inside of her and slowly make love to the woman who has given me everything. Her nipples tease me, leaking, dripping down her swollen tits. Unable to resist, I lean in and drain them, loving the flavor of life. “You are going to pump for me, tonight, baby, so I can put this in my coffee in the morning.” she squeezes my cock inside of her. Such a dirty girl.
“Yes Vik. Yes.” she yells once more as she has her second orgasm. She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes my cock once, twice, three times before I finally shoot off and fall on top of her, holding back my weight from her stomach. My hand rubs circles around my kids.
“You ready for bed, baby?”
“Yea.” she says, sleepily. Lifting her, I kiss her, lay her in the bed and tell her the same thing I have said since the day I asked her to be my wife.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too Vik. Forever.”
“And ever, my Angel.”
Until I take my last breath.