“I-I hope I don’t—”
“You do not,” he says firmly, spinning me around and pulling me close to him. “You are perfect, Peaches. And that is why he is gone now.”
My heart is still going crazy, but I’m starting to feel a bit more relieved. And as Anton slides his hands beneath my robe and cups my breasts, that relief begins to grow.
“Now, why don’t we start where I was going to begin before my father rudely interrupted?”
“Mmmm,” I nuzzle close, filling my nose with his scent as he runs a hand between my thighs. “Anything for you, Daddy.”
Anton
Two weeks later…
Mia is my everything.
It’s hard to imagine how I ever got through life without her. How I came home alone and survived. How I maintained my mind and thoughts without her by my side.
I wake up beside her every day now counting my blessings. The angel who tamed the devil, that’s what they’re calling her. But the fact that “they” even know she exists makes me nervous.
But the news carried quickly. Anton Todorov settling down was big news, of course.
I doubled my security at the house and have another two cars of men with us whenever we go anywhere. And when her mother and brother came up from Mexico, I had more security than when the president takes a diplomatic trip across the border.
When I saw them reunite, I felt things I could not put into words.
I truly am a changed man, and it’s all because of her. Because of Mia.
I’ve done everything I can to make her family’s life here comfortable and as normal as possible. Her mother and brother don’t want anything to do with my empire, nor should they.
They have a house near ours, not as ostentatious, with a staff to help them out. Mia’s mom wouldn’t accept a driver, so I bought them each their own cars so they can come over whenever they want. It took a good week for her to even understand how the two of us met and fell in love. Her brother still thinks that I’m secretly working for Putin to overthrow the United States government.
“Ready to go, my love?” I turn around to see my angel coming down the stairs wearing a beautiful dress of sea green and a pair of off-white heels. Tonight is date night, and I’m taking her out to a Mexican restaurant downtown.
“You are a vision, my love,” I reply. “I do not deserve you.”
“Don’t say things like that.” She comes down the stairs like a princess and kisses me on the cheek. “We deserve each other.”
She runs a hand up my thigh and squeezes my cock through my pants. I make a scolding sound with my tongue against my teeth. “You do that again, and we won’t make it to dinner.”
“Mmmm, and then I’d have gotten all dressed up for nothing,” she teases, whispering gently into my ear.
Mia takes the lead and walks in front of me to the door. My eyes are glued to her hips, which sway like the waves of the ocean. My cock begins to grow, and I wonder for a moment if we should skip dinner. I fucked her twice this morning, but my appetite for her is insatiable. Surely she will give me many children.
But she is right; she did get all dre
ssed up to go out, so I take a breath and control myself and follow her to the car. As we pull away from the house, Mia leans in and unzips my pants.
“I’ve never given road head before.” She smiles mischievously. My driver catches my eye in the rearview, and I give him a look that he understands. He presses a button, triggering the privacy divider.
Mia pulls out my cock, and I realize I’m already fully hard.
“Look what you do to me, beautiful,” I growl as she goes down on me. “Put that hard cock between those luscious lips.”
I groan as she begins to suck me. Her technique has only improved since we first got together. She’s told me over and over how much she loves to please me, and I’m starting to be convinced that she was sent down from heaven to do just that.
Knowing her mouth has only touched my cock is just icing on the cake. She’s a miracle. My own personal wife, lover, a fuck toy all rolled into one. A woman I could never grow tired of with a body more perfect than perfection itself.
I press her head down, doing my best not to mess up her hair. A week ago, she would have gagged, but with all the practicing we’ve been doing, she can handle it now. Christ, I want to fuck her right now, but I don’t know if we have time before we reach the restaurant.