“Danhy!” She shrieks as her back comes off the bench. My tongue moves up and down, over and over, taking large swipes, flicking her clit with each pass. I stick it inside of her pussy, touching her cherry for a second needing to feel it once again and remind myself to be patient because I will be the only one to claim her. I continue to lick her over and over, my forefinger and thumb tugging at her clit, causing her to cry out. “Oh shit. Oh, fuck!! Yes!!” She says grabbing my head pushing it further into her pussy as she brings her pussy to my mouth more.
“I’m going to have a cavity by the time I am done. So fucking sweet.” I tell her before diving back in. I insert my finger into her once again and she explodes. Her juice squirting out of her into my mouth, sliding down my neck as she whimpers and shakes. I continue to kiss and kiss her, bringing her back down until she stops shaking. “You ok baby girl?” I ask her, pulling her up by her hands. She smiles at me, eyes at half-mast, nodding her head. “Come on baby, we have to get back on the road.” I chuckle as I pick her up and carry her to the car. Setting her in the passenger seat, I get back in and continue driving. Glancing over at her, I smile as she sleeps, obviously worn out by the release. Pushing her hair out of her face, I whisper, “Sleep my little fairy. Soon we will be home and your new life will begin.”
Finally, the final Jorgensen has found his forever.
Chapter Six
Zoya
I wake up just as we pull into his town. The cute “Welcome to Bleak. Where it’s anything but” sign catches my eye. I have read about small towns in romance novels and seen them on the television, but I’ve never been in one before now. I can’t believe I instantly love it, but I guess it makes sense. It’s where Danhy is from. I take in the shops and all the people walking around. Along the way, he told me about his family. Talk about a huge family. And they are all close. I love it. The town is so small that mere seconds later, we pull up to a huge house. It has tasteful Christmas decorations up, but they are not lit. The house is gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Like something straight out of my dreams.
“??!” I exclaim not taking my eyes off of the house. I can’t. I love everything my eyes are seeing way too much.
“You like it?” he asks.
“Yes, it’s positively breathtaking,” I answer. I briefly look at him and smile but then I turn back. I can’t stop staring at the huge bay window in the front of the house. I can imagine sitting there and reading a book on a rainy or snowy day, looking out at the expansive yard. If I were designing a house from top to bottom, this is what I would choose. Everything about it, including the crisp white and blue paint, which gives it a homey feel. However, it’s the vivid red front door that makes me fall in love with it. Red is my favorite color. It’s like fate or magic, except I won’t be the one to live here. My brother will surely come for me soon and this bubble I’ve made with Danhy, my lev, will burst. Why does that make me so sad? That’s right I am crazily and hopelessly in love with a man I just met. A brilliant, sexy, bearded giant of a man who captured my heart while rescuing me. I owe him everything.
All of a sudden, I feel like I can’t breathe, but I keep it hidden. I am sure Danhy doesn’t want to have to deal with my crazy ass for too long. Before I was taken, I never had anxiety problems, but now I am a ball of nerves and nothing I have tried is helping. He shows me around and each room makes the ache in my chest worse than the last. Eventually, we get to what I assume is a guest bedroom. It’s very large and everything is done in greys and blacks, with a shock of teal across the black comforter. It looks like a paint swipe and I love it. My throat feels lumpy and I just know that I am about to cry. I quickly turn away from him under the guise of looking around more. After collecting myself, I turn back around to find him slowly kicking off his shoes and then his clothes come off. Yummy. Again, that monster cock stares at me. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. Just looking at him gives me a Pavlovian response. I can still remember the feel of him in my mouth and his taste as he came down my throat.