by Coco Miller
I swing my leg over his lap and straddle him, the wet sounds of our lips and moans can only be heard along with the slight hum of the tires of passing cars against the road.
The kiss is lazy, perfect, wet, and heart stopping. My fingers slide around his waist when my hand bumps against something.
I freeze.
It’s metal, long, and in a holster.
“Is that a gun?” I swallow when a tendril of fear swirls around my heart. I’ve never been so close to one.
“Da,” he says, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. “It was either this or Vlad and since I wanted to have a true first date with you alone, I only brought it for protection. I have a lot of enemies, Alegra. I will not have any of them harming you.”
“You brought that for me?”
I’m not sure why but knowing that turns me on. Something about him carrying a weapon to protect me gets me wet. He growls as he rocks his dick against my sheer panties.
“You like that, don’t you? Ty takoy seksual'nyy. I feel how hot your pussy is for me. Is it the gun turning you on, Alegra?”
I shake my head and bite my lips, meeting his thrust with my own. I whimper when his fat tip rubs against my clit again and my legs spasm from the delicious friction.
“Tell me or I stop touching you.”
I whine in protest. Just the thought of his hands not on me brings tears to my eyes and an ache in my heart. Kazimir’s touch is addictive and all I want is more.
“I want to see you wearing your gun.”
He smiles dovishly and opens his blazer, “Like this?”
“No.”
“Then how? Don’t be afraid to tell me. I only want to please you.”
I bring my lips to his ear and lick the outer shell. Shaky breaths leave his mouth as I whisper, “I want to see you wearing your gun but only your gun.”
A savage sneer morphs his face and he slams me on the ground of the limo, tearing at my dress like a beast. He rips my panties off and shoves them in his face, inhaling the scent of me. The car comes to a stop and so does my heart.
We’re back home and once we get behind closed doors, I know that Kazimir The Beast will be unleashed.
And I can’t wait.
12
Kazimir
When she said she wanted to see me wearing nothing but my gun, it was my undoing. She has a taste for this life and for me, and I can’t wait to give her both.
My cock is swollen, aching, throbbing. It’s so hard, I literally am hurting from how solid it is and how much of my blood is going south.
My head swims, the lust consuming me. I want to fuck her on the floor of this limo, now, while she’s hot and her panties are off, legs are spread.
Mine for the taking.
But the car has stopped and my driver has knocked on the partition to let me know that he is ready to open the door.
Plus, her first time deserves to be in a warm soft bed, not on the floor of a fucking vehicle.
I tuck her panties into the front pocket of my suit jacket and lift her up by her arms. I place a kiss on her cheek and knock on the window in response to the driver, letting him know that we are ready.
“Why are we stopping?”
“Because you deserve more than a fuck on some dirty car floor, and I want to see you sprawled out on the bed, writhing under me as I taste you. I want more than what this small space can provide.”
After helping her adjust her dress, the door opens and the soft midnight breeze strolls through, cooling my heated skin. I climb out not bothering to hide my erection since she is the one that it is for, and I help my woman out by lifting her into my arms.
I practically run into the house and don’t give security time to close it. I kick it shut and the entire house shakes from the force of the slam.
My security team stays in their positions but looks away as I ravage her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue deep the wet cavern and touch all of her that I can. I cup the back of her head, pressing our lips together in a brutal force, desperate for more, desperate to be closer.
Fuck, the need is crawling over my skin. She fists my shirt so hard, the first button flies off, clattering against the floor. It bounces down the steps, lost forever in the expanse of the house.
I don’t give a fuck.
“I’m ready, Kazimir. I want you so much.”
If only we were the only people in this house, I’d take her right here on these marble floors, skin against skin.
Her kips fall from mine, kissing down my jaw, sucking marks along my neck. I fall against the French doors, the strength in my legs giving out when she suckles against my jugular. It sends a jolt to my cock, knocking my breath free from my lungs, and I have to give myself a second to get my shit together.
The only thing I have to do is scan my finger and the doors will open, but it’s hard to concentrate when she’s licking, nipping, and suctioning marks on my neck, knowing whoever I come into contact with will see her claim on me.
I groan and change the position I have her in until her legs are around my waist and I have a handful of her ass in my palms. I rock against her, tugging on her lips with my teeth, and fuck her through her dress with my imprisoned cock. I growl and claw at the neckline of her gown, ripping it free until her breasts spill out.
She lifts her arms above her head and on the door, her nails grinding against the grooves of the wood as I suck her nipple into my mouth, moaning from the taste of her. Her tits are so lush, spilling out of my hands from being so large.
“I want to fuck these tits, Moya Dusha.”
“Yes,” she arches her back and hisses when I move to the other tit.
I have to give it the same adoration. Ignoring one over the other is just blasphemy.
I slap my hand against the wall, swirling my tongue around one of her tight buds and fumble blindly, feeling for the scanner. Finally, the doors open and we fall through the hallway. I slam her against the wall and we roll a few times, fighting for dominance until we reach her door.
Once we are inside, I lock the door from the inside to make sure no one bothers us and place her on the floor. In this part of the compound, we will not be disturbed.
Her eyes are pools of desire and I can’t wait to jump and swim in her depths. Her pussy slides against my cock as she finds her footing and she turns around, tugging on the ribbon of the corset bodice.
“Help me?” She peeks over the curve of her delicate shoulder, her lashes fluttering over her cheek.
She looks like a painting, a rare piece of art that was created for my eyes only.
“It would be my pleasure, Moya Dusha.”
“Are you going to tell me what that means yet?” she questions me.
My hands tug at the ribbon and I watch in fascination as the dress becomes looser, showing me more and more of her sacred body. When it’s barely hugging onto her, I take the zipper on the side and pull the metal down, the teeth releasing. The sound is pornographic as it fills the room, a song in an unexpected place.
“Not yet,” I answer. “Be a good girl and wait for it.”
The dress drops around her feet and she holds onto me as she steps out. She’s bare except for the stilettos on her feet.
“A God would be jealous of me right now,” I admire her as I lay her down on the bed.
Alegra looks away from me, blushing. She better get used to the compliments because they are never going to end.
“You’re over dressed,” she replies in a sultry tone.
I can’t stop staring at the faint tan lines on her body from earlier. I give her what she wants and toss my clothes on the floor in a pile. Everything except the gun holster.
I stand between her legs as she lays on the bed, her hair a dark force around her like a thunderous cloud and my cock drips precum, falling from my slit onto her thigh.
She hisses in response, swiping her finger through it and rubs it over her lips like a gloss. They shine from my fluid and its the most sexy thing I’ve ever seen. I think my
woman is going to be a freaky one.
Her eyes zero in on the gun and then my thick, long, and intimidating cock, but she doesn’t fear me. Instead, Alegra reaches up and circles her hand around the base, giving it a hard tug.
A really hard tug.
And if I were another man, I’d hate it but the force of her violent grip has me on edge. She wants me desperately. Almost as much as I want her.
I shove her back down against the bed and dive between her legs face first, ready to go the distance to earn that bronze metal I’ve been fantasizing about.
Her pussy is a paler shade of brown and when I spread her pussy folds open, it’s a dusty rose shade, different from the bright pink I’m used to.
I fucking love it.
I plunge my tongue in her cream filled treat, gathering the candy and sucking it down my throat. Her walls are silk and my tongue is the appreciative hand, appreciating my expensive taste.
Yes, that’s what she is.
Expensive taste.
“Kazimir,” she moans, running her hands through my hair until she scratches her nails along my scalp.
So much for slow and easy.
My sweet Alegra isn’t as sweet in bed.
I eat at her sweet cunt, fucking my tongue in and out of her tight hole, licking from her puckered hole to her clit. I bite down on the bundle of nerves and shove two fingers inside, watching her face in delight as she falls excruciatingly hard under me.
“Kazimir!”
I did this.
I made her come.
This is my doing.
When she is done, she lifts up and opens her mouth for my cock but I pull back.
“Another time, Moya Dusha. Right now I want inside of you. You can suck me off in the morning.”
She nods and slowly lays back down, her breasts spreading over from the gravity. So big and round, voluminous and volumptuous to match every perfect inch of her.
I bend down and kiss those lips, tasting the salty precum on her lips she gathered from the droplet I left on her leg.
“I want you to really fuck me, Kazimir. Don’t take it easy because you think I’m fragile.”
I tightly squeeze my lids shut. The woman is testing me. I wanted to do this differently, but she is igniting a fire in me and breaking any control I thought I had over myself.
“I give the orders.”
“Yes, Kazimir.”
I pull the gun out of my holster and take it off. I make sure the safety is on and run the tip of it down Alegra’s entire body from her clavicle to her cunt.
Her eyes close. Her body vibrating with lust.
“Your pussy is so wet for me. Open your eyes.”
They quickly pop open. Good, she takes orders well.
“Look at me when I slide into you.”
I lean back and lock eyes to hers, guiding my raw cock to her slippery cunt.
“Are you on birth control, Alegra?”
She better not be but I have to ask. I want nothing between us. I want us to be together in every way possible.
“No, I had no reason to be.”
On a vicious, hungry growl, I shove my ten inches to the hilt, breaking through her barrier to get it over with. What I’m not expecting is her shout of pleasure, her eyes to squeeze shut, and for her to orgasm on my cock from the forceful move.
She milks me, sucking me deeper, clenching around me until I can’t breathe.
“Oh my god,” she covers her hands with her face. “I didn’t know I would come so fast. You get me so worked up. You felt so good−−−”
I silence her with my mouth, a grating howl leaving me that spills down her throat as I set a brutal, fast, bed−breaking pace.
I slam into her, her tits bouncing with every thrust, in and out, in and out, plummeting her tender pussy with my solid spear.
She whimpers, moving her hips, and clawing at my back until I feel the skin break.
Along with the bed.
The frame falls to the floor from the rough fuck.
Alegra is screaming at the top of her lungs, shouting my name, raking her nails down my chest, and orgasms again but I don’t stop.
I fuck her through it, knowing I can get her to come again and again until she’s spent and limp.
“Kazimir. Oh, fuck. That’s so good.”
Alegra reaches between us to feel where we are connected. We are drenched in cum, sweat, and her virgin blood. Her eyes widen and then darkened with a sinister grin. She wraps her small palm around the base and simultaneously, with every stroke I give to her, her hand gives me another in return. If she keeps that shit up, I’m going to come fast.
“I was made for you. Can’t you feel it, Alegra?”
“Yes,” she answers. “I can feel it.”
I flip her over, prop a pillow under hips, laying her ass up against the bed and jerk her delectable globes apart and watch as I slowly slide into her greedy pussy again.
“This will be different, baby,” I tell her. “You’re going to feel me deeper.”
It takes all my self control to keep me from going feral when taking Alegra from behind. It’s a beautiful thing.
I curl my hips, watching my pale cock implant her juicy tight hole. There’s not a better sight. I grip one of her shoulders and one of her hips for leverage and it gives me the support I need to move faster, harder and deeper.
“Fuck!” She roars. “I feel so much more of you inside of me,” she says with her head turned and cheek against the mattress.
I take one of my hands and bring it underneath her. Working her clit while I work her juicy cunt. This woman’s pussy is going to be the death of me.
“I’m going to cum again, Kazimir. I can’t handle it.”
“You will handle it,” I say through gritted teeth as I bring my hand down on her thick ass and damn near come myself when she begs for relief.
I will never let this woman go.
“It’s too much, Kazimir.” She reaches behind her back and grabs my thigh. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!”
Her curses come out all whiny and high−pitched and that’s how I know I’m doing it right. She’s right about to blow.
“Kazimir!”
And at the call of my name, my seed shoots from my cock and jets upon jets of cum hit her womb. I imagine she’s opening up for me like a flower as I empty myself inside her at the same time she orgasms for the last time.
Her muscles spasm and massage me, drinking me down while at the same time soaking me in complete satisfaction.
Our combined juices drip down my balls and on my last tremor, I fall over to the side and kiss her shoulder. I stay inside her, not wanting to disconnect for her heat.
“I knew it would be like this with you.”
Wild, intense, earth−shattering.
And we indeed broke the bed.
“Alegra?” I shake her, but when she doesn’t respond, I flip her over to see her eyes shut.
“Alegra?” I place my ear against her chest and sigh with relief when I hear her heartbeat.
“Fuck, Moya Dusha, you scared me.” I lay my cheek against her chest.
I close my eyes listening to the music her heart plays and sleep.
I knocked myself and my woman’s pussy completely out.
I am truly a Bratva warrior.
13
Alegra
Every bit of my body burns, aches, and hurts as I take a morning stretch. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and sit up, wincing when the space between my legs protests. I lift the blanket remind myself why.
Kazimir’s cum is dried against my thighs along with a bit of blood from my virginity. My breath hitches as I remember my evening and then feel the wild need for him to be inside of me again.
He took me savagely yesterday and the crazy part is I loved every minute of it. I thought he would be easy with me, to take his time, but the sexual tension between us was too much.
I always thought my first time would hurt, but I loved the little bit of pain there was
at first. I loved it so much, that I came at the moment he entered me. I was so embarrassed by that, in fact I still am, but he seemed to like it. It didn’t seem like a bad thing to him.
I turn over to get my day two round of sex when I hit the cold side of the bed. I lift up and frown, wondering for a moment if he used me. He did make a deal. Maybe he wanted a virgin in return for my father’s debt. maybe I’m not worth anything to him now that he got the goods.
Until I see a note on the end table.
Moya Dusha,
You looked so peaceful; I couldn’t dream of waking you. I had a meeting with my father. I’ll be back soon and we can go for a walk in the gardens. I hope you aren’t too sore because I plan on taking you again. Be careful getting out of bed, there are wood splinters everywhere. If you hurt yourself, I’ll carry you.
With love,
Kazimir
With love?
Does this Russian gangster love me?
I smile and hold the note to my chest, truly happy for the first time in ages. I miss him. With how cold the bed is, he must have left an hour or so ago. He has to be done by now. I’ll shower, rinse and scrub his cum off me only to get it on me again later, and I’ll go to the kitchen to make us breakfast.
A half hour later, I’m ready, making my way through the halls, “…and I’m lost,” I say to myself. I have no idea where I am.
They have to have a kitchen in this place. All houses have kitchens and I get great meals from this one everyday. So where is it?
With every step taken, my pussy protests, telling me to get into a hot bath and soak, but I need to find Kazimir and his father.
I want to make them breakfast.
“What are you talking about?” Vlad says behind the door to my left.
Don’t stop. Don’t be nosey, Alegra.
“I knew her mother,” a deeper, older voice says. It’s Kazimir’s father. Kazimir must be in there too.
Who are they talking about I wonder. Her mother? I tiptoe toward the door and lay my cheek against it, cursing myself for being so curious. I have my ears to doors way too much. It’s how I get into trouble.
