Anton Todorov wraps me in his arms as he begins to thrust, his muscled arms crushing my body beneath their strength. I can feel his hunger, his lust for me in each powerful
stroke as he stretches me, claiming my innocence with each thrust of his hips.
“I knew the moment I saw you at the diner, I knew,” he whispers. “I knew you’d be the one to break me, Mia. The one to change me. I hated my father for making me do this, for forcing me to find a woman. But now I’m so happy, because it led me to you.”
His words light me on fire. If I was a rocket ship, he’d be the fuel to send me to the stars. I feel myself begin to tighten down on his throbbing shaft. I’m dripping, more aroused than I’ve ever been in my entire life. So wet I’m almost embarrassed. This is raw, primal, animalistic.
“Anton…”
“Fuck, Mia,” he grunts as he pounds me so hard the bed begins to shake. “Your pussy is tight, so tight you’re going to make me come already. Are you on birth control, little girl?”
“No,” I tell him. “No birth control.”
“I have to come inside you, Mia. There can be no barrier between us, do you understand? And if you get pregnant, then you get pregnant. I’ll take care of you, you know that, right?”
I do know that, but hearing him confess this to me sends me to the moon.
“Yes, Anton!”
“Good girl,” he growls. His cock somehow expands, grows inside me. “Come for Daddy.”
His dirty talk sends me over the edge. Feelings I never even knew I had burst, showering my mind with sparks that send shockwaves through my body. This time, I wrap my legs around his strong waist, and when I feel the first shot of his cum pump inside me, I go over the edge.
He fucks me furiously. Each spray of his orgasm spurs me onward. I cry his name with each of his final thrusts.
In the end, he buries his face in my neck, and I hold him close as we both pant together in a lover’s embrace.
I can feel his warm, sweet release inside me. Some of it slides out and runs down my thighs and onto the bed beneath me, making a mess. But I don’t care, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, and only after it slows does he finally raise his head to look at me.
“I apologize. I was a little rough with you…”
“No, it’s okay.” I smile, wiping the sweat from his brow. “You were…amazing, Anton.”
“I know I may have not begun as the best husband, but I will do everything I can to make sure I am the perfect man for you, Mia. I promise you that.”
Tears well up in my eyes. I can’t speak. If one word comes out of my mouth, I’m going to start bawling. So I just keep my mouth shut and my arms around my man and pray that somehow my marriage to the devil ends up being a blessing in disguise.
6
Anton
For once, I wake up with something warm inside my chest.
There she is, my angel, curled up beside me underneath my arm, sleeping peacefully. Not a care in the world. The morning Vegas sun caresses her skin, and I gently move the blanket to expose her naked body.
The body of a goddess.
I could get used to this.
What started out as just an arrangement has become my destiny.
Little did my father know that when he sent me on this little errand, he set events in motion that would change my entire life.
My cock is half-hard, and I almost wake her, but she’s sleeping so peacefully that I don’t. As quietly as I can, I rise from bed and throw on some sweatpants, head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then go to the kitchen and begin to make breakfast.
What am I doing?
I’ve barely cooked a meal for myself in years. I could snap my fingers and have a chef up here to make her the meal of her lifetime, but I want to do something for her myself. Any asshole with a credit card could spend his money on her.