Her Russian Savior

“Anatoli!” she gasps, grabbing my head. My fingers move to the junction of her thighs and rub her little clit, while my mouth indulges.

“Say it again.” I stop sucking to growl before continuing.

“????????, ??? ??????.” she calls me her King and the thin thread snaps. Frantically, I unzip my pants, pull my cock out and seat her on it reverse cowgirl.

“Ride me, greedy girl.” I watch as she takes what she needs, barely containing myself. From this angle, the crack of her ass is teasing me, and I refuse to ignore it. My teeth sink into her shoulder, and my thumb rubs her rosebud.

“Oooo...too much,” she cries as I play with her. Her pussy chokes the fuck out of my cock, and I help her up and down, racing toward the end.

“That’s right, baby, gag that pussy on this meat so I can spray you.” I run my nose up her neck.

“Yes!” She gushes all over me when my fingers pinch her clit. I curse as I spray her insides with my brand. “Fuck.” she says, falling back against my chest. “Now, I’m even later.”

“Now, I can go on about my day, knowing everyone within a ten-mile radius can smell me on you.” I tap her ass once more before groaning as we separate. Every wall in her pussy protests my departure. Kissing her once more, I walk out, knowing if I stay, neither of us will keep our appointments.

Pulling up outside of the Jorgensens business, I take a deep breath before walking in. I am immediately greeted by Tori and Danhy. “Babichev,” they each say, shaking my hand.

“Fellas.”

“So, you wanted a pow wow. What’s up?”

“Nikole has a younger sister that she would like for us to extract.” I don’t bother with the background info; they have known for a few days.

“No shit? How old is she?”

“Sixteen.”

“Shit. Taking a minor from their parents is not what we do, Anatoli.” I expected some pushback.

“I get that. She is worried about them selling her to someone. Like they were trying to do with her.”

“Yeah. I get it. Okay. Let us have a few days to talk this out. Alright?’ Danhy asks, checking his phone.

“Of course. Say, are the jewelers open?”

“Of course it is. Why? Are you in the market for a piece?”

“Yes. I need a ring for Nikole. I was going to peruse the case.”

“I will walk with you. I want to get a pair of earrings for your sister,” Danhy says as we walk out of the building. The walk to the store is short, and when I walk in, I am greeted by Torran and a case full of rings. I recognize it as their legacy case.

“I thought this was for Jorgensen’s only?” I ask, confused by the showing.

“I am married to your sister. You are going to be the uncle to our children. You and Zoya are what is left of your family. You are both Jorgensen’s now,” he says, patting me on the back. If I weren’t this big burly Russian, I would have shed a tear.

“Thank you, brother,” I say, patting his back.

Looking through the pieces, I am impressed by everything. I bypass beautiful pieces of art, looking for something for my love. I am about to give up when my eye spots a beautiful diamond in the shape of a hexagon. It is stunning. The inside looks like sunbursts. It’s set in a beautiful platinum, surrounded by sapphires. “This one,” I say, holding it up.

“Excellent choice. I will get you the history and certificate of authentication. Do you want it to say something special?” I shake my head. I want nothing to alter the beautiful delicateness of this piece. Half an hour later, I am grabbing the box when Danhy and Tori come in.

“You might want to come with us,” they say. My heart begins to pound as the worst-case scenarios play in my mind.

“What’s happened?” I ask, racing to the door.

“The girls are at UTGARD, and according to Loki, they are all a bit...tipsy. He needs help getting them out of there.” Tori chuckles, and I feel my blood pressure go down. Thank fuck.

“Well, let’s go then.” I drive there, my mind going over the different ways I am going to make her pay for this. She is uninhibited while she is sober. I am more than interested in drunk sex.

Walking into the restaurant, I hear laughing and giggling from the door. I have to smile, knowing my baby has friends and sisters she can let loose with.

“?????????.” I stand in front of the table.

“Uh oh, ” she says before giggling.

“You have fun, baby?”

“Yup,” she says, hiccuping. So fucking cute.

“Then let’s go, trouble.”

“Are you going to punish me?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.

“Were you bad, ??????????” She nods her head as she looks at the other ladies, who are all trying to hold in their giggles. “Then yes, baby, we can definitely work out a punishment. Now come.”