Possessive Russian: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 79)

by Flora Ferrari

  I feel a wave wash over me and the inside of my hips trembling.

  “I’m…I’m going to…”

  Suddenly his tongue dives deep finding my spot and I see a flash of white light and my breath completely stops, along with everything else in the world as I hear my heartbeat in my head again. Bump bump…bump bump, and then just as quickly as everything stopped like someone turned off a hose, that same hose inside me gets flipped right back on sending blood rushing through my veins and a wave through my middle as I unleash a typhoon on his tongue feeling his licks quickly turn to sucks as he devours me like a man lost in the desert for days who hasn’t had a drop to drink.

  He drinks up everything I have to give and suddenly I feel my body kick again as my ass even comes out of his hands at my involuntary full-body muscle contraction, but on the way back down I’m right there back in his hands…safe as he guides me down from the biggest high that I’ve ever had in my life.

  I barely drink and I’ve never touched a drug, but I can confidently say I know what addiction is now. My brain wants him, needs him, and I have to have him.

  “Oh my god,” I say in one breath as my entire body relaxes like never before.

  He eases my ass onto the bed and slides in next to me, kissing along my neck.

  “You know what’s crazy about that?” he says.

  “What’s that?”

  “I enjoyed that even more than you did.”

  “Impossible,” I say with complete conviction.

  “You have no idea how you taste. No idea how it feels to completely own you when your entire body loses control literally in my hands. How proud and masculine it makes me feel to know I can do that to you. How I can please you, and myself, at the same moment in a way that is beyond comprehension. But we get it, all right. Because not only do we get each other. We own each other.”

  “And now it’s time for me to own you,” I say.

  CHAPTER 17

  Artem

  “Good, because this is yours,” I say taking her hand and putting it on my cock. “All yours.”

  “All mine,” she says.

  “And I can’t wait to feel you come all over it for the first time when I have it buried inside you as I claim your virgin pussy.”

  “I need to taste you first,” she says sliding down the smooth sheets as she strokes my cock with her one small hand, which is quickly joined by her second.

  She has my cock so the thumbs on both of her hands are the closest part of each hand to her face. It’s like she’s holding my cock like it’s a microphone that’s way too big for her but she’s going to sing into it anyways.

  But more likely she’s going to make my dick sing if she keeps stroking it like that.

  “Tell me how this feels,” she says as she stares down my cock before her head moves forward taking the tip in her mouth as she moves her entire head around it.

  I watch, my body practically frozen even though I’m on fire. Watching her please herself as she pleases me has me moaning twice, back to back before my head slams back into the pillow.

  “Perfect. That’s how that feels,” I say.

  “Good, because it’s perfect for me. Long, hard, and absolute perfection,” she says just after she removes my cock from her mouth and just before she licks up the underside of my shaft, putting pressure on that big nerve underneath putting me damn near the edge right now…if I don’t start thinking about something else soon, tricking my brain, I’m going to finish too fast and that can’t happen.

  My first climax is reserved specifically for her cunt.

  “Ummm,” she moans like she’s devouring an oversized purple-headed Popsicle on a hot summer day. “You taste so good.”

  “And your mouth feels so good,” I say leaning up on my forearms and gently running my hand through the top of her hair, careful not to apply pressure on her head. Just letting her do her thing is more than enough. This is a two-way pleasure street and knowing she’s getting off from this gets me even more worked up to own her.

  Her body moves up and she starts sucking faster and more furiously. I watch as her tits are just there in front of me begging to be grabbed, touched, worked in-between my fingers and the moment I put my hands on them she takes more of me into her mouth.

  I unclasp her bra and throw it to the side, my hands quickly sliding around from her back to her front where I tweak her nipples and she stops at the top of her sucking motion. I hear her take a deep breath as her eyes come off my thick dick and she looks me straight in the eye as she slides the whole thing in her mouth.

  “Fuck me,” I say as my hands move from her tits to her shoulders as I lift her up and off my rod. “No more foreplay. No more fucking around.”

  I flip her over onto her back and mount her like I’ve wanted to do this whole time.

  “It’s time to take your pussy…my pussy. To claim it once and for all…and forever. To fill you with my come so deep that it will be dripping out of you into next week, but you won’t know if it’s my juices from tonight, tomorrow, the next day or any day because I am going to own that pussy every day that I take a breath on this planet.”

  “Every day,” she says. “It’s yours to take.” She shoots her legs out wide and my eyes shoot lasers into her wetness. Her legs are parted and her body is ready, spread out for me to take.

  I know I told her fast and hard and that’s what the devil on my shoulder wants.

  But I swear I hear an angel on my other shoulder grabbing me by the earlobe yelling in my ear to be slow, to take my time, to give her the gentle, soft, subtle romance she reserves.

  No matter how much she deserves that I just can’t. My need for her is too great.

  I grab my shaft and line up the head of my dick to her opening, feeling her wetness and mine. I don’t know who’s more ready?

  Me with my precome and saliva covered cock or her with her dripping wet pussy that I just wiped completely dry with my tongue a few minutes ago.

  I know if I so much as cough I’ll slide right in, or at least the head first. There’s no way she can take all of me. She won’t be able to spread open wide enough for me.

  I reach down with my thumb and start rubbing circles around her clit while my other hand stays ready on my shaft. I feel like a doctor distracting a patient before I inject the needle, and this is the thickest “needle” on planet fucking earth.

  But the medicine inside me is the cure to what we really both want…a child together.

  And there’s no more time to waste.

  “There’s no going back, Alice. Once I enter your pussy I’m going to get lost real quick and claim you with a speed, tenacity, and ferocity that might scare you.”

  “Get lost inside me, Artem. I’m ready.”

  My thumb moves faster on her clit and I feel the fucker swell. As I rub it faster and faster it makes contact with my dick and I can’t take it anymore.

  My hips buck forward and I thrust inside her for the first time, claiming her as mine, as she calls out my name.

  CHAPTER 18

  Alice

  My back arches and my mouth comes open as my body stills and I stop breathing for a moment.

  I won’t lie. The pain was definitely there. I felt it. His cock is so big, so thick, and it filled me more than I could have imagined.

  I wasn’t sure if I could handle much more, but fortunately I didn’t have to make that decision just yet. He didn’t move, giving my body a moment to adjust to him, to welcome him, to accept him.

  And as his initial thrust turned into a few seconds my body slowly relaxed, letting both of us know that we could continue.

  I’m not sure if it even mattered if I was a virgin or not when it comes to Artem. He is just so big I’m not sure there’s a woman alive who could have been ready for all he has to offer.

  But there are no other women who will ever get the chance to know. Only me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say. And I am.

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  “I’m ready. We can keep going. I just needed a second to adjust to that initial feeling, that initial acceptance of you.”

  “And now?”

  “My pussy welcomes you any and all times.”

  Artem flashes me a smile and then a smirk and I can’t help but smile back.

  “Good to know,” he says as he slowly guides his cock backwards, but doesn’t quite leave me.

  Sure this was my first time, but I didn’t want sweet and romantic. That’s not the kind of man Artem is. He’s tatted and tough, rough and ready, and who knows what kind of business dealings he might be doing in addition to his tattooing.

  But right now all I wanted to deal with was figuring out how I was going to accept more of him. How my pussy was going to stretch to take in more of his length.

  Just as the back of his tip catches on my opening he slides back inside me to the same depth and then repeats his out and back in motion, but this time he goes deeper.

  “How does that feel?” he asks.

  “You’re taking my breath away, in a good way,” I say.

  “Like this,” he says as his hand comes forward and he places it on the valley in-between my breasts before sliding it up and across my neck. He massages my windpipe with his thumb, firmly but delicately, and never close to cutting off my air supply or anything like that, but definitely letting me know that he was in control. That I was his.

  His hand slides from my throat to my chin and then around to my cheek as his thrusts pick up speed and intensity. I hear the headboard of the bed pounding into the wall in rhythm as his hand moves through my hair and then finds the pillow right next to me, stabilizing his massive body as his hips really start to let loose.

  The pounding of the headboard turns into the sound of cannons as the top of the headboard making contact with the wall and the squeaking of the bed becomes the entire headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust and the bed sounding like it’s about to break in half.

  “Fuck me, Artem,” I yell.

  His other hand comes down on the pillow next to me so both hands can stabilize his weight as he plows into me.

  I feel his balls carom off my underside and my pussy dripping.

  I put my hand on his chest dragging it across his thick pecs tracing his ink with my fingers as his fingers press down hard into the pillow on either side of my head.

  “You feel so amazing,” he says and then sucks in a big breath of air. “So damn tight.” He continues thrusting. “Because you’ve been saving this tight little pussy just for me.”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  I watch as he looks down at where he’s sliding in and out at me, admiring our connection as I admire a man who knows how to please me beyond my wildest dreams.

  His look grows even hungrier as he stares at my hole, which he’s taking.

  “Fuck,” he moans in a voice that sounds like thick leather being drug over gravel.

  “How does that look?” I ask, unable to see from the same angle as his bird’s eye view.

  “Like a fucking masterpiece that’s too good for any museum. Too good for any fucker on this planet to see…but me.” He continues and I feel the sweat starting to really form on his chest. “You know why?”

  “Why?” I say.

  “Because,” he says as he enters me deeply and holds it, staring into my eyes. “You,” he says as he repeats the process with a single thrust again. “Are,” again. “Mine,” he says as he goes deeper than ever before.

  “Deeper,” I cry out and all hell breaks loose as he starts fucking me with even more reckless abandon than I knew he had left in him. “Oh yes, Artem. More. Faster. Deeper. Fuck me,” I say as I completely lose my mind.

  “Fuuuuuck!” he moans. “You feel so fucking amazing,” he says as his rhythm picks up even more.

  I feel like the entire world is spinning and I’m just free falling into a beautiful abyss like I’m in a perfect dream…weightless, beautiful, complete serenity.

  “I’m gonna come, Butterfly,” he says and suddenly I feel him explode inside me his warm gift shaking me back to reality as if my free-fall has suddenly resulted in a crash in the middle of this dream and my torso shoots up in bed as his jets shoot his seed inside me.

  “Ummm,” I whimper softly as my body spasms, matching his orgasm with one of my own.

  And as I start to come down I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard on the mouth, only for a second wave to pass through me and cover his cock.

  He tips his hips and his dick manages to go even a bit deeper as I sit on his pole as he holds me tight.

  I swear I could feel different muscles inside him spasming in those moments we held each other…different little aftershocks as more of him would leave him and enter me. It was like everything he had was just begging to get inside me.

  And I was more than happy to accept, my pussy milking him for minutes afterwards.

  I felt so awake, so alive, and I knew this moment would be imprinted on my brain forever. So this is what it felt like to experience love, sex, passion, a plethora of emotions, and then that ultimate euphoria only to be topped by the closeness and the connection afterwards.

  Now I know. And I know I want this all the time.

  After some time passed, and I have no idea how much, we carefully laid down on our sides with his cock still inside me.

  After feeling what it’s like to have him inside me I didn’t ever want to feel anything different. I didn’t ever want him to pull out.

  “I always knew you would be mine,” he says. “And now you are.”

  “I always was,” I say. “I was put on this earth for you, it was just a matter of us finding each other and we finally did.”

  “Yes you were and yes we did. And I was made for you.”

  “And call me crazy,” I say, “but I truly feel like we made something else just now. Not just a life together, but a new life.”

  His eyes shoot open as he puts his hand on my stomach and then his ear.

  “You can’t hear it yet, silly,” I say running my hands over his head which is gently touching my stomach.

  “Then we need to do that again and again and again until we can.”

  “Don’t you need a minute first?”

  “I never need a minute to get ready for you. But I do need all the time in the world…to enjoy each and every minute with you,” he says.

  CHAPTER 19

  Alice

  We make our way out of the Four Seasons Hotel Lion Palace just before noon and start walking the short distance to the State Hermitage Museum Official Hotel, where I’m staying, hand in hand.

  I love the feeling of my hand in his and his big hand provides just enough pressure to remind me that I have a ring on my finger. But being that this is an Orthodox country, the ring is worn on the right hand. I like the uniqueness and the difference of it.

  When we get to my hotel room I check my phone and see my dad hasn’t called. Good, but I am surprised.

  Even though we’ve had our differences I need to find out a way to tell him I’m engaged…to his best friend. Yeah, that’s not going to be easy.

  Somehow in all the excitement of the last few days that small fact got pushed to the back of my mind, but now it’s very much in the forefront.

  I dial his number, just curious to see how he’s going to answer and what kind of mood he’s in, although I’m sure I can guess as he’s in the same stressed out businesslike mood every day.

  But the call doesn’t go through. That’s weird. Maybe my phone company blocked me.

  Artem goes to the bathroom in my room and in the meantime I dig for some money. I’d like to treat him to breakfast this morning, after all he has treated me amazingly in every way since I arrived.

  I find my wallet, but something’s not right. Then it hits me.

  Where’s my passport?

  I always keep the two together in a small inside pouch in my carry-on.
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  I dig some more but still can’t find it.

  This isn’t good and it’s weighing on my mind. I won’t be able to enjoy the day with that thought lurking in the back of my head.

  “Everything okay, Butterfly?” Artem asks as he walks out of the bathroom.

  “I can’t find my passport.”

  Artem stops and leans his long arm along the door jam, his massive size taking up the entire space of the door.