I can’t work out if it’s out of pain or pleasure, and I’m too far gone to care. My resolve snaps and I start to piston my hips in and out, fucking her.
Anya moans through it like the dirty little girl she is, quickly melting into a puddle of pure pleasure for me.
“Such a good girl,” I praise. “You are taking my cock in that ass like a natural.”
“It feels so good, Valery. Harder,” she instructs.
I spank her ass and then increase the force behind my movements, resulting in more tantalizing moans as I feel her muscles tighten around me. She’s close to coming apart.
“I’m going to fill this tight virgin hole up with cum so that you can feel it dripping out of you the entire flight.” I spank her ass cheeks, enjoying the way they turn pink at the impact. “And then I’m going to fuck your pussy and fill that up with cum too, so that by the time we land in London, you’ll be leaking cum from every fucking orifice.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Anya screams, her body shuddering as she climaxes from her first ever anal sex. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced as the muscles around my cock become unbearably tight, making it impossible for me to hold on any longer.
I roar as I come apart. “Your ass is too damn tight.” I bite her shoulder as I explode inside of her and once I’m sure every drop is drained from my balls, I pull out reluctantly, groaning at the sight of my cum spilling out of her stretched hole. “Your ass looks fucking beautiful leaking my cum, malishka.”
She moans. “It feels destroyed.”
I chuckle and help her straighten up, spinning her around so that I can kiss her. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“It felt amazing, but now I feel sore.”
I nod. “That’s only natural.” I kiss her again. “I love you, printessa.”
“I love you too,” she replies, allowing me to pull her onto my lap on an armchair as we both enjoy being wrapped in each other, almost to safety as we fly away from Moscow and all our problems.
* * *
“Where are we going?”Anya asks, as I guide her down the streets of London.
Even though we’re in a new country, I can’t help but feel on edge. We’re not far enough away from Moscow yet.
“Today we start our new life.”
Her lips purse together. “What do you mean?”
“You will see.”
The registry office is on this street and I have every intention of marrying Anya to make it official, rather than just part of our false identities.
I lead her up the steps and she pulls me to a stop. “What is this place?”
“Registry office. We’re getting married officially.”
Anya pulls me to a stop. “I haven’t got a dress.”
I arch a brow. “We will have a more lavish wedding fit for my printessa when we are safe and settled, malishka. For now, I just want to make that commitment to you legally.”
She purses her lips before nodding. “Okay, let’s do it.”
I smile, as she didn’t really have a choice. Our fake identities don’t match yet, but once we marry, I will have Yuri change her name on the passport he falsified and we will start our new life in Boston as Mr. and Mrs. Gurin.
The man who got me the fake IDs also got me the marriage license and expedited the appointment.
As we enter the building, I notice there’s a rather stern looking woman behind a desk. She glances up as we walk in without a greeting, before continuing to write whatever it was she was writing.
I clench my jaw and approach, knowing that my printessa deserves a better wedding that this. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for anything more. Keeping Anya’s hand firmly entangled with mine, I approach her desk and clear my throat. “Mr. Gurin here for our appointment with the registrar.”
She peers at me through her thick horn-rimmed glasses. “Take a seat.”