And then she pulls back. A line of spit trails from my head to her lips. She laps it up, circling my cock again.
“I want you inside me, Daddy,” she says as her hand moves up and down my spit slick cock.
I smile down at her. “Always so fucking eager.”
I see her move her hands down the front of her pants as she teases my dick. “I’m already so wet,” she says. “I can’t stand it anymore.”
I brush her hair out of her eyes. “Let me see how wet you are, baby.”
She stops stroking me and stands, taking off her jeans and panties. She turns as she takes off her shirt, walking toward the bed. Her ass is perfect, firm and round against her hips. My mouth waters at the thought of eating it.
She sits on the edge of the bed and pushes the suitcase off. It tumbles to the floor with a hard thump, all the contents spilling out. She spreads her legs, her long fingers moving up and down, parting her perfect pink lips and letting me see how she’s dripping for me. I touch myself, gripping my dick in long strokes.
“You like my pretty pussy, Daddy?” She moves her fingers up to her clit and massages it in smooth circles. She bites her lips, soft moans coming from her mouth. I take off my shirt and watch as her eyes travel over my pecs, my abs, the lion tattoo traveling across my chest and up my neck…
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say. “Show me how you fuck yourself, baby girl.”
She slips two fingers down and inside her, sliding them in and out slowly. Her hips move with her hand as her breath quickens. I take my pants off and kick them to the side, watching her masturbate.
“Daddy,” she moans. “I need to come. I can’t get there alone. Please…?”
Her eyes swim with lust. I move toward her and her hands slow. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” I say. “Keep going.”
Her hands keep working between her legs as I bring my dick to her. I rub the head against her cheek and she turns to it, her tongue stroking it. I move it around her lips and her tongue, teasing her.
“Hungry little girl,” I croon as she rubs her nose against my shaft. “You’ve been so good, baby.”
I grab her by the hair, pulling it back. She looks up at me, her mouth wet and open. How she bends so easily to me. I lean in and kiss her mouth, pushing her down to the bed. I hold her down, but with one free hand, she moves down my chest, toward my cock.
“Stop,” I whisper. She takes her hand from between us as I lift up.
She’s spread before me, legs open, her wet pussy just under me. I slap my dick against her clit and she gasps, her eyes rolling up. Then I rub the head over her clit, sliding it up and down as her thighs twitch against me.
“Beg me for it,” I say. “You want this dick so badly, baby. Let me hear you beg for it.”
“Fuck me,” she says. “Daddy, please. I’ve been such a good girl. Please fuck me.”
I slide my dick between her lips, then enter her slowly. She moans loudly, gripping the comforter with every inch that disappears inside her. I lift her legs, pulling them up as I thrust myself deep inside her. With long, slow strokes, I give it to her, letting her feel me hit her deepest, most sensitive spots.
“Yes, Daddy.” She arches her back, and I feel her walls tighten around my cock. A shuddery moan slips from me as I grab hold of her hips, thrusting harder.
“That’s my girl,” I say breathlessly. “MyDevushka. My darling. Take it. Take it all.”
She lifts herself up and kisses my chest, alternating gentle kisses with bites along my pecs. Her tongue sweeps over my nipples, circling them gently and sending a welcome and warm sensation through me.
“Baby… I want you on top. Let me see how you can make yourself come on me.” I sweep her up in my arms and lean back, letting her ride me while I bury my face in her breasts.
The taste of her taut nipples against my tongue, the feel of them between my teeth. I feel like I’m getting even harder. Her hips move in a circular motion as she cradles my head, stirring my dick in her sweet honeypot.
“I’ll never let you go,” I moan. “MyDevushka. Lyubimaya…”
Russian words of love spill out of me as I lift my head to hers and we kiss again. “I love you,” she moans. “Anton… I love you…”
“I love you,” I say. It comes out so naturally, so perfectly. I lie back and let her ride, watching the movement of her hips, her body, the flush across her chest and her cheeks.
I do love her. I don’t understand how it happened and right now, I don’t care.
She shivers and tightens around me. I hold her hips, thrusting hard into her. “That’s it, baby girl,” I moan. “Come for Daddy. Let me see you cream all over me.”
