The moan she gives at my words goes straight to my balls and has me gritting my teeth. I raise and lower her slowly on the top half of my cock, letting her get used to the feel of me. Spit drips from her mouth, coating me and making it easier for her to slide up and down my length.
“Take a deep breath,lisichka.”
She sucks in a breath through her nose, and when she starts to exhale, I feed her another inch, tightening my fingers around her neck to make her focus on that instead of her gag reflex.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
My words are rough and strained, and I know I could easily orgasm just from this, but I want to feel the wet heat of her mouth wrapped all around me. I want to see the tears fall down her cheeks while her mouth stretches uncomfortably wide and she takes me in.
“Such a good girl,” I growl, sliding her down the rest of the way, gripping her neck harder when she starts to gag and then groaning when I see the tears finally spill over. Raising her up, she sucks in a quick breath through her nose and when I slide her back down, burying my cock in her throat, she digs her fingers into my abs and gives a moan that has me pulling her back up again. I raise and lower her in a steady rhythm that’s going to quickly push me over the edge.
“I’m so close, baby,” I growl. “Are you going to swallow me like a good girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moans around my cock, and that sexy, breathy moan vibrating straight to my balls is the last little push I need.
With a growl, I slam into her, coming so hard the edges of my vision darken and my ears start to ring. This small woman on her knees in front of me, swallowing my seed with a hungry look in her eyes has more power over me than anyone on earth ever has, and what’s most surprising of all is that I’m willingly giving it to her. I would give her anything, do anything for her, and kill anyone who ever dared to hurt her.
After I’m spent, she keeps her mouth wrapped around me, letting me grow soft as she licks and sucks me clean before finally lifting her face to mine. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks tear-streaked, her blue eyes still a bit watery, and she’s so beautiful it takes my damn breath away. Smiling at her, I massage her scalp, taking the sting away, and when she crawls into my lap, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, wondering how on earth I’ll ever let her go so I can do my job tomorrow.
She rests her head on my shoulder, keeping her face pressed close to me so I can feel the heat of her breath on my neck. I hold her, feeling more relaxed and content than I ever have in my life. There’s something so soothing about her, and it’s not just the amazing blowjob she gave me talking. It’s just her. She’s the part of my life that’s been missing that I never even knew I needed or wanted.
When the doorbell rings, she sits up and gives me an excited grin. “Time to make cookies,” she squeals, jumping up and making me laugh as I tuck my cock back in my jeans and follow her. Apparently we haven’t consumed enough sugar yet.
Chapter11
Holly
Seeing Aleksandr wearing a red apron with Santa’s jolly face on it and a bit of powdered sugar in his beard is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, especially when I snap a quick photo and he gives me a glare that’s probably made grown men piss themselves before, but I’m not scared of him. I know he’d never hurt me. So instead of backing away, I get on my tippy toes and give him a kiss, moaning when he immediately grabs my ass and deepens it by running his tongue along mine. He tastes of peppermint and sugar, and I can’t seem to get enough.
I pull back when the kitchen timer goes off, laughing when he gives my ass a soft smack. Pulling the last batch of cookies out of the oven, I set them aside to cool and start preparing the cute Christmas bags I threw into the shopping cart earlier. They have smiling gingerbread men on the front and back and a red ribbon along the top so we can tie it closed with a bow. On every tag I’ve already writtenHappy Holidays! From the Lenkovs.
Aleksandr had smiled and then said, “They’re not going to know who in the fuck that is.”
“You’ve never met any of your neighbors?”
“Our neighbors,” he’d corrected with a wink, “And no.” He’d thought for a second and then added, “I did wave to the guy next door once, but that was a long time ago.”
I’d sighed and added our house number at the bottom so people would at least know where the goods came from. I didn’t want people afraid to eat them.
“I thought you didn’t want any more sugar,” I say with a laugh when I catch him sneaking yet another iced cookie. He tries to look grumpy, but I’m not buying it. “They’re pretty damn good, aren’t they?”
“A little too good,” he admits, finishing the last half with a big bite.
He finishes chewing while I tie the last bow. When his phone buzzes, he pulls it out of his back pocket and says, “My uncle wants to know if you want to go to the restaurant for lunch today.”
“Really?” I tighten the bow and turn to Aleksandr. “Sure, I’d love to.”
“Don’t let him fool you. He just wants to see how we’re doing,” he says with a laugh.
“Is he dangerous?” I can’t help but ask. There’s no denying the older man is intimidating, but I’m not sure exactly how dangerous he is and how much I should worry about him.
“To you? Not at all,” Aleksandr says, taking off the apron and tossing it onto the counter.
“Because of you?”
“You’re my wife,lisichka. No one would ever dare hurt you because of that. If they hurt you, it’s the same as if they’re hurting me, and no one is that fucking stupid.”
I smile because there’s no denying that’s hot as hell. I’m fully aware that I went from rule-follower to really straddling the morally grey line, and I’m surprised by how little it bothers me. I’m guessing it has something to do with the sexy man giving me fuck-me eyes. Yeah, it probably has a lot to do with that.