“Papa,” I continue, unable to stop the Russian words from spewing from my mouth until suddenly the paddling stops, and my body is twirling like a ballerina, my back finding the mattress and his lips finding my slit as he tears my panties in half in one yank.
“She can speak Russian,” I hear through the door. My mother, but in this moment I don’t even care. Nothing else matters.
“Go. Away,” Alexander commands, pressing my knees open wide, my lips opening for him and his coarse tongue making sounds that wouldn’t qualify as a language in any jurisdiction as he licks straight up my folds, humming against my flesh as I grasp for the comforter.
He continues devouring me like an animal finding food in the middle of the Siberian winter, mauling my pussy like it’s his first meal in weeks and it can be taken from him at any minute. But what I really want is for him to take my virginity.
Taking my bud in his mouth, he rolls it, the tip of his tongue doing a figure eight around it before he blows on it.
“Da!” I continue.
Alexander moans into my middle and I swear I can feel him smiling into my cunt just before he licks the cream off the underside of my opening, making sure not to let a single drop spill. His tongue taps at my hole before he sends it plunging straight inside me and I flop like a fish…but I’m still not there.
“Don’t you dare finish,” he says, but apparently louder than we both realize.
“That’s right. Make her an expert in Russian,” a yell comes from somewhere inside the living room, my mom annoying the hell out of me right now, but I’m still too lost in this moment to give her any mind.
“…Until I say you can finish,” he adds.
“I need to finish. I need this so much,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice down but failing. “I need to pass from girl to womanhood.”
“Then say the word I want to hear.”
“Papa,” I cry out, and instantly he jams his tongue in even deeper than before as he palms both of my breasts with one hand, grabbing hard against the fabric of my dress.
“Permission to come,” he mumbles into my opening and the storm inside me lets lose, a warm rain descending on his face with such tenacity that he cups my entire pussy with his mouth and grabs my hips as they buck wildly as he drinks from my center like it’s a bowl, keeping my hips tipped so he can drink his fill…everything I have to offer.
Every muscle in me that was strung tight relaxes, like a giant balloon being popped and my body collapses into my worn out mattress, melting into it.
Alexander stands, wiping his face with the back of his hand, just as I’d done in his office, but then he does something else.
He slides a finger inside me and then carefully moves it toward my mouth, pressing it against my lower lips as I switch from breathing through my mouth, trying my hardest to catch my breath, to breathing through my nose, so I can taste myself.
“The sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted, right?”
I nod.
“Seems you haven’t learned,” he says, reaching for his paddle.
As much as I want it all over again I need a break. I need to process this intense high. “Da, papa,” I manage to cough out as I battle for air.
He moves to the window, jerking it up and I inhale the oxygen as if I’m about to die, and that’s exactly how I feel which is ironic as I’ve never felt more alive.
“Did I pass,” I say, suddenly feeling confident, a smirk covering my face.
“I was the one who had the oral exam, but yes…you passed with flying colors,” he smirks right back. “And next time we’re in bed together the color I want to see is Russian red.”
I nod. “You will, Daddy. I’ve been saving myself for you all these years without ever knowing it.”
He grabs my panties and carefully pulls them up to cover me, then pulls my dress down before scooping me up in his arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” my mom asks incredulously as he takes me through the living room.
“Away from here, for good. She’s mine now,” Alexander snarls.
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