Russian Next Door

by Flora Ferrari

  “But we had intel on you. We knew what you looked like. If all these orphans had the same name, how would we know which one was you?”

  “So today I’ve been researching all this information. I’ve been pounding my head against the wall here trying to figure out what the real end game for the Kremlin is. Why am I here? And I have figured it out.”

  I nod. He didn’t answer my question, but maybe he’s getting to it. Maybe he’s showing and not telling.

  “They didn’t send me here just to recruit kids. They sent me here to kill you.”

  His crazy sentence finally pulls it all together in my mind and in that instant it clicks. “For the same reason the F.B.I. didn’t drag me out of the academy and into this to get you. They sent me here to lure you into showing them who the mole is.” It’s a statement, not a question.

  He nods and for the first time all day I see the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile.

  “Beautiful and smart.”

  I blush.

  “Once I had all the pieces it quickly made sense. Why would they send me all the way over here when the security of these computers was weak to begin with? They could have just hacked in themselves and had the information they wanted. They even said they had a connection that got me the job, but there was no connection. They wanted me here. They probably put the whole hiring together with a series of emails starting from someone high enough up the food chain that the people locally probably never even meet that person, let alone question their decision to bring me aboard. It probably wasn’t even local HR that hired me, but someone above that.”

  “Incredible how they’re able to orchestrate things not only technologically but to calculate all the psychological and emotional connections between the pawns they think they are moving.”

  “They thought we were pawns, but they were mistaken. And to answer your question, that explains how they knew it was me and not someone else with my same name. The mole is suppressing certain information, or in this case identities, and revealing others, or in my case mine. This leads me to think he has some sort of desk role and isn’t a field agent. He definitely has access to records and is able to manipulate them, even if the F.B.I.’s computers are pulling the information straight from the Interpol database.” He pauses. “But, if I can find the mole first, and turn him in then it will strengthen my case for defecting and citizenship.”

  “You want to stay here?” I ask.

  “That was the plan, but I knew I’d have to see America first to see if the reality matched the picture that is painted in all Russian’s eyes.” He pauses and his look changes slightly, then more aggressively, to one where I can see he’s looking at me in a very hungry way. “And the moment I arrived I knew it did.”

  “Because of Florida? The warm weather and palm trees when you stepped off the plane?”

  “Landing at the airport isn’t arriving. I didn’t arrive until the moment I saw you through that window.”

  His upper body slowly leans in and his lips stop just short of mine. The last hour has been beyond intense and my emotions are everywhere, but right now they’re only focused on him.

  And when his lips come crashing down on mine and I feel his cock press into me, feeling it through the thick coat, his pants, and his underwear, I know his emotions are focused only on me…and making me his. Forever.

  CHAPTER 15

  Amanda

  He scoops me up in his arms and swiftly carries me upstairs.

  The minute I’m in the room my instincts have me looking out the window over at my place. This is the view he had of me. The sight that set everything into motion. Not just his desire, but later his doubts that this could be a setup.

  But that comes to a quick halt when his lips claim mine again and I press my back into his hand, trying to press my mouth just as aggressively into his.

  He heaves me onto the bed. “Take the coat off.”

  I make quick work of the buttons and he does the same with his clothes. Seconds later I’m lying there on his bed, completely nude, as he stands there staring down at me.

  My eyes rake over his body, starting with his expression, his passion, the desire in his eyes. The desire he has for me.

  I’m drawn to the V-shape of his masculine torso which starts off at his wide shoulders and tapers to a dangerous descent at that thick, yet trim, waist of his.

  His thighs are as thick as tree trunks and his calves are developed as well. Everything about him is perfect…especially his cock.

  His member is pointing sky high and the thick vein on the underside must be how all the warm blood got pumped into his rod so fast, and so consistently. I want nothing more than to slide down his pole right now, especially now that everything has become clearer about our pasts. It’s only because our pasts are out in the open that now we can move forward with our future…a future that I know includes him and only him, my misunderstood true Russian alpha.

  I spread my legs wide, inviting him to come and get it…to get me. I’m so needy I flat out demand his dick. “Come and take me, Vasily.”

  “Nuh uh uh.” He shakes his head. “This may be your first time, but there’s one other secret you need to know.”

  “No more secrets.”

  “This is a good one.” He pauses. “It’s my first time too. I’ve been waiting my whole life for the one, never doubting I’d bend or break my morals, and now it’s time for my reward. And do you know what my reward is?”

  “Me?” I shoot him a shit-eating grin, so wet, so ready to get this started.

  “No.”

  “No!”

  “Me…pleasing you. And by pleasing that includes everything. Teasing, touching, smelling, feeling…everything. And I decide how and when that’s going to be…unless Mother Nature takes over first because damn beautiful, I don’t know how long I’m going to last with you the first time. I damn near repainted the interior of that lifeguard tower the other night.”

  “Last night.”

  “We were apart all day so that makes it seem like forever.”

  He moves in closer, his palms finding my knees and spreading my legs even wider than I could have known causing my cunt to clench and come up with nothing.

  I moan and catch him staring down my hole. “You just hang tight and I’m going to feed that pussy of yours real soon…but not yet.”

  “Did you see that?”

  “I see everything, and most importantly do you know what I see?” His eyes skate up my body and then meet mine.

  I shake my head very slightly.

  “Our future…together…forever.”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “I want to hear you say it. I want you to understand that once this starts there’s no going back. Once I put my lips on you soon my cock will be buried deep inside you despite my efforts to draw this out and make your first time special. I just know that’s not realistic. Once I start I’ll have to have you…all of you…in every way and forever. And forever is exactly what this is. Remember, no going back. Choose your words wisely and make sure you mean them because once you say so, it’s go time.”

  “I know you know my answer.”

  “Say it then.”

  “I’m all in…and I want all of you inside of me. Forever, Vasily. Forever.”

  A low grunt comes from his chest, his mouth not even opening. He leans in and kisses my mons pubis and I writhe in pleasure, trying to will my pussy into his mouth.

  “Look at your greedy little pussy wanting so badly to get fucked. And look my dick, dying to be its first, and its last.” He leans back so I can see just how big, thick, and ready his rod truly is.

  “My cock.” Possessiveness for him is shooting through me like no other. I’m horny as hell, but more importantly I know he’s about to give me more than just a glimpse of heaven. He’s about to put my head in the stars and then rip them out of the sky every day for the rest of our lives and hand them to me on a silver platter.

  The backs of his knuckle
s glide along the sheet and slide up under me as he palms my mound. “You’re so wet. So perfect.” He brings his fingers to his mouth. “And so sweet…so mine.”

  He dives in completely without control this time. I arch my hips, pushing my cunt into his face as he growls like a wild beast. He doesn’t eat me out…he devours me. His tongue is doing things I can’t even process and my nub is hard and aching. My pussy clenches again and immediately he slides into position, mounting me.

  “Your pussy will never have to ask for my dick again.”

  My head falls back onto the pillow as my shoulders support my weight, my ass flexed as I try and stretch the length of my body toward him so his dick enters me without him even having to do anything. I need him so fucking bad now. I need to be possessed by him. Need to be owned by him. And in the process I need to do all of those things right back to him.

  I squirm, trying to get him to enter me.

  “You ready for your tight little pussy to be filled, stuffed…its thirst completely quenched when I unload my thick white geyser inside you, breeding you forever as I mark your belly for all the world to see? Let everyone see you’re carrying my child? And the second that one is born I’ll fill you right back up just to remind you, and the world, who you belong to?”

  “And who you belong to too. Yes! Fill me with your cock, Vasily.”

  Suddenly his cock slides straight inside me, opening me with one long, hard thrust.

  “Oh my god! Oh. My. God!”

  “I didn’t hurt you did I, beautiful?” he says inches from my face as he takes the side of my face into his hand.

  “No. You…you showed me what it’s like to be alive…to be complete. Don’t stop now. Please. Fuck me, Vasily! Fuck me.”

  I feel his cock slide backwards through my channel, creating an empty sucking feeling from the vacuum he just created when he gave my body more than it was ready for.

  My hands grab his forearms. My nails dig into his skin. And his cock drives into me again.

  I moan loudly, letting him know this is everything I want.

  And everything is exactly what he gives me.

  His thrusts pick up speed, and depth. How much is everything when it comes to his massive rod?

  My mind stutters and then goes blank, like someone kicked the cord and unplugged me from the wall. That someone is him, the moment he came into my life. The moment I changed by the window and unknowingly kicked the hornet’s nest upside down.

  I feel his hand slide along my windpipe and then lightly cup my throat as he lifts my head slightly. “You still okay?” he asks as he continues to fill me.

  “Yes,” I whimper, surprised at how much I like the little taste of pain that he’s exposing me to. And what I like even more is that even in his most feral of moments something flips inside him that tells him he should check in with me and make sure I’m okay. He’s considerate of me, drawing his pleasure from pleasing me, just like he promised.

  “Yes, what?” he wants to know.

  “Yes, I’m not okay. I’m perfect. Perfect because you’re filling me and fulfilling fantasies I didn’t even know I had.”

  “Because that was before you knew me and I knew you.”

  “Yes. That. Exactly. Please, Vasily. Don’t stop.”

  His grip tightens on my chin and he moves my head to the side as his dick slides in and out of me. He may be too big for me but I’m so damn wet that it somehow works.

  His hips pull back and he stops for a minute, pissing me off.

  Just as I open my mouth to voice a very loud complaint he slams into me, taking my breath away and leaving me there with my mouth wide open and no words coming out.

  He’s true to his word. My pussy will never have to ask for his dick again.

  And he just keeps giving it to me…so deep, so hard, so perfect.

  I feel the insides of my legs quiver and quake and I instinctively know what’s coming next.

  “Vasily! I’m going to…uh!”

  He pulls out, waits, and then drives his dick back inside me deeper than any time before as he fills me with his warm gift. The explosion of his seed inside me instantly finishes me off as I cream all over his cock, but my climax is no match for his. He just keeps coming, filling me, his release overpowering mine.

  His hand pushes my head down into the pillow in jerky, erratic movements as his body convulses, stills, and then jerks again.

  I look up with one eye, seeing what I’ve done to this incredible man, and know what he’s done for me. My entire body does a big flop like a fish caught on the bottom of a boat, and I am caught, but not trapped.

  He’s caught every part of me…every piece of my existence, and most importantly…my heart.

  He leaves his dick buried deep as another few aftershocks follow up his initial volcanic sized eruption. My head is spinning. I see stars after one hell of a fireworks show.

  And then, out of nowhere, he collapses on top of me.

  I feel his thick chest moving up and down as he struggles to catch his breath. I’m not doing so well myself. The window may be open, but there’s not nearly enough air for two former virgins who’ve just been properly fucked for the very first time.

  My chest was already warm, but his weight on top of me only increases it. A few moments pass and he slides to the side, his dick still buried inside me.

  Strangely my chest feels even hotter now but it beats with a kind of oxymoronic fast calm that I couldn’t have imagined…couldn’t have recognized.

  Because I’d never recognized this feeling before until I finally felt it.

  Love.

  His thick digit finds my cheek as he oh so tenderly moves my head over to face him.

  “Mine,” he says so softly it’s barely above a gruff whisper. “Mine all mine.”

  CHAPTER 16

  Vasily

  I toss her over my shoulder before I’m even out of bed.

  “Hey! Where are you taking me?” She playfully hits me on the back.

  I reach up with one hand and slap her on the ass.

  “Time to get cleaned up for all those dirty misdeeds of yours.”

  “Dirty misdeeds?”

  “Withholding information, Agent Andrews. That’s an offense as far as I’m concerned and you need to be spanked.”

  “I was just doing my job, detective, but I’ll won’t argue with you about the spanking.”

  I flip on the water in the shower and step in with her still over my shoulder, letting the warmth from the showerhead coat her ass. Then I give it a nice slap, the wetness adding to the effect.

  “Hey!” she jerks and I feel her nipples harden against my back.

  “Hey what? Hey you like it.”

  “I do.”

  “I knew you would, because I know you.”

  I carefully place her feet on the tiles below and spin her around. “You ready for some more?” I whisper into her ear, my five o’clock shadow scraping the side of her face.

  “Do you think I deserve more?”

  “I think you’ve been naughty and you deserve to be punished,” I growl into her flesh. “But I’m going to make sure you enjoy this punishment.”

  “Okay th—”

  Before she can say the word “then” my hand has already found her ass, sending her body lurching forward into the vertical tiles as a loud moan leaves those soft subtle lips of hers.

  She looks back over her shoulder and I immediately claim her mouth, moving in so close my dick slides between her spread legs.

  I grab the base of my cock and slap her ass with it, feeling her smile into my mouth.

  “That’s assault with a deadly weapon. Are you licensed to carry that in this country?”

  “The only permit it ever needs is the one to enter you, beautiful.”

  My hand comes down on her ass again but this time she’s expecting it. Her body braces as her hands press off the tile and she stiffens her midsection. Damn, it doesn’t matter if she’s loose or pulled in tight, her body is
complete perfection.

  My other hand sneaks around the side of her blind spot and I cage her throat. She leans into my grip, which isn’t a feather touch, but it’s far from tight either. It’s something I never expected I’d do, but then again how could I have ever expected to meet and find this incredible woman?

  I continue spanking her, alternating between quick, yet playfully “lashes” and leaving my hand on her ass, massaging it.