21. Gio

21

GIO

S everal weeks had passed since Tatiana and I started… whatever it was we were doing. And with each passing day, with each moment we spent together, I felt myself falling deeper and fucking harder for my pretty, little Russian princess.

She was an angel, and I was the devil keeping her for myself.

I was Hades and refused to let my Persephone go.

Because she was mine, and I'd never had anything that was truly… mine.

When we spent time together, it was all physical. My mind was filled with thoughts of all my needs and wants. I could barely think straight when she was around, this primal part of me demanding I mark her from the inside out.

Breed her.

We didn't talk about personal matters. It wasn't because I didn't want to but because, when she was near, I couldn't fucking keep my brain focused on anything but her. My duties and responsibilities faded. All that mattered was… Tatiana.

She'd gotten good at sneaking around, and I was a fucking master at breaking and entering her apartment with no one knowing.

And every time I slipped into her apartment, I'd wake her up with my face between her thighs and my tongue licking at her perfect slit.

The truth was… I couldn't stay away from her, and that was clear by the fact that I hadn't left Desolation and gone back home to the West Coast since I came here to kill Maksim the same day she showed up at my building.

Shit, I should be focused on making sure my involvement with the Bratva lackey was never revealed. I should have kept my ear to the ground and focused on my men doing some reconnaissance, to make sure Dmitry and Nikolai weren't digging too deep into the shit that happened.

And I was, to an extent .

But here I was again, opening her front door—which she started leaving unlocked for me—and closing it behind me.

Her apartment was dark, the hour late, and I was already hard with the thought of eating her out to wake her up. I just could never get enough. I couldn't get my fill of my girl.

I swept my gaze around her kitchen, then the living room, before I saw a small form kneeling a few feet from me and shrouded in the shadows. I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. The longer I stood there and stared at her, the more my eyes adjusted, and I saw she was nude and kneeling, her tits perfect, her nipples hard.

She was on her knees in front of me, and my cock liked both the thought of what that meant and the image of her before me. The fucker throbbed like my pulse was located right in its base. My balls were drawn up high and tight, and I felt my boxer briefs become damp from pre-cum leaking out of the slit.

"Daddy," she whispered, and my knees nearly buckled. There was this needy quality to her voice as she addressed me as her Dominant, but there was also something more, something that called to the primal part of me and demanded more .

I didn't respond. I couldn't, not when all I wanted to do was fuck her until she wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow, all while my cum leaked out of her pussy.

Instead of saying a fucking word, I reached down and undid the button of my dark jeans, then slid the zipper down, freeing my massive, hard cock.

"Come closer, Tatiana," I said low, deep, and keeping my focus on her.

She exhaled slowly and went to stand, but when I shook my head, she froze.

"Crawl to me, princess."

A soft sound left her, and her gaze dropped to the thick length I now held in my hand. Tatiana licked her lips, and the sight of that caused pre-cum to bead at the crown. The fat droplet spilled over and slipped down the underside of my dick.

I rubbed my palm up and down, using my cum as lube to stroke myself as she did what I said.

Fuck, I was already so close to getting off.

She drives me crazy.

More pre-cum formed. More slid down the underside of my erection and onto my balls before dripping onto her foyer's polished wooden floor.

"You see what you do to me, Tatiana? Making me leak like a fucking faucet. Like I have zero control. "

She moaned and crawled to me on her hands and knees, her small tits jiggling from her movements. When she was right in front of me, her head tipped back, her eyes wide and needy for what only I could give her. I forced more cum out and made a nice little puddle on the floor.

"Lick it all up, sweet girl. Let me see you lean down. I want to watch that pretty, little pink tongue lap it up before you suck my cock and gag on it."

I'd never felt my heart race this hard, never felt the rush Tatiana gave me.

I expected her to say no, to tell me to go fuck myself with my perverse desire for humiliation. But instead, she just licked her lips and leaned down, dragging her tongue along the floor and drinking up all the seed I gave her.

And when the floor was clean, she rose, staring me in the eyes, and—without me saying a word—wrapped her little hand around the base of my shaft to take over stroking me.

My anticipation grew to a dangerous level.

Her lips were so pretty, this beautiful shade of pink that was the same color as her perfect pussy.

Her hair looked so dark with the shadows hugging her. I reached out and dragged my hand through the locks before tangling my fingers in a handful, forcing her head closer to where I wanted her.

"Go on." I tightened my grip on her hair, and she gasped, her lips parting, which was exactly what I wanted. "Suck it. Take it all the way back to your throat and gag on my cock." I bent slightly, bringing our faces closer together, and growled, "Suck on my cock like you're starving, baby."

She nodded and focused on my dick for only a second before she sucked the crown between her lips for the very first time.Not just with me, but for the first time in her life. Up until now, I'd only allowed her to lick me like a lollipop the first night I tasted her.

God, her mouth felt incredible, but she pulled away after only teasing the head for a few seconds.

Tatiana glanced up at me, her eyes worried, uncertainty on her face. "I don't know how to do this," she breathed out. "I want to make you feel good, but I don't?—"

"You just existing makes me feel good, cara ."

I heard her inhale sharply, and she held that breath in before letting it out slowly.

"You make me feel better than anything or anyone else ever has." I squatted to drag my tongue over her lips before rising again. "Now, open that pretty mouth and suck my cock."

Her little body shivered as she took my dick in her hand, pulled it downward so she could reach the head from her knees once again, then sucked me into that warm, wet cavern.

For long seconds, I just let her get used to my girth and texture. I let her explore me with her tongue and mouth, and she did it as if memorizing every detail, from the slit at the very tip, the ridge of my glans, the veins along my shaft. She licked me slowly, moaning through her sighs, as if savoring my flavor.

I still had my hand in her hair and tugged her head back, opening up her throat as I started moving my cock in and out between her lips. Sweat started beading along my temples the longer she sucked my dick.

"God, sweetheart. You're such a good girl. My good girl." I hummed as I swung my hips back and forth, pushing in a little more every time. "Never felt anything so perfect as you." I slid another inch inside. "Now relax that throat and take the rest of me." Saliva formed in the corners of her mouth before slipping out. I wasn't giving her a reprieve. I couldn't .

I wanted this—her—too fucking badly.

And then I felt my tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering so much she was crying now. She made a sloppy mess on me and her face with the excess saliva and tears, and, Jesus Christ, I found it hot as hell.

And Tatiana never stopped. Never tried to slow me down.

She took all of me.

I thrust my hips forward and retreated. Back and forth, faster and a little harder.

"That's it. You're such a good girl. You're taking me so well."

The fat tears that rolled down her cheeks as I thrusted in and out of her mouth spurred me on.

I had both hands in her hair now and tightened them in the locks, knowing I was going to blow my wad and shoot it right down her throat and into her belly.

My Russian beauty moaned around my girth.

"You're making me feel so good, baby." I felt like a beast right now, my dark monster taking control as I mouth-fucked the hell out of her. I knew she could barely breathe, and I liked that she seemed to enjoy being used by me.

But only ever by me. I'll kill anyone who thinks they can have her.

My balls slapped against the underside of her chin, and as much as I knew Tatiana was struggling to take me like this, she never tried to stop me.

I didn't warn her, wanting to see what reaction she'd have. Spurts of cum shot out of me, white ropes that were thick and a prequel to the massive load I had planned for her womb.

I growled at the image my thoughts conjured, of seeing my girl sprawled out, her legs spread, my cum leaking out of her because I filled her to the brim.

Christ , I was going to come again. But before I did, I pulled out, gasping for oxygen, and gripping the base of my cock to cut off my impending orgasm.

She stayed on her knees and stared up at me, her mouth red and swollen, spit and remnants of my seed covering her lips and dripping out the corners.

"Such a fucking beautiful mess, baby." I lifted her easily into my arms and cradled her.

She deserved so much better than me. She deserved gentle and sweet every time.

Instead, I was taking her to her room to breed the fuck out of her.

Because if she wasn't already pregnant, she would be after tonight.