Uncle Aleksei Series

Chapter20

The priest gives a stilted nod and the ceremony continues. Only now, Aleksei is grinding me up and down on his erection, sweat forming on his upper lip. Shouldn’t I be mortified? Or put a stop to this? There is a priest less than two feet away. Too bad there’s excitement and need wrapping around me, making me want to push more. To make this stoic Russian lose his shit. I might adore him with my very soul, but I still want to ruin the carefully laid plans he made without consulting me. Maybe I really do have a hot, Russian temper.

With anticipation turning my blood to quicksilver, I press my mouth to Aleksei’s ear and let my tongue trace his lobe. Using my body to block the priest’s view, I stroke that heavy, hungry part of him through his pants. “Do you have more cum for me, Daddy?”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams what happens next. My feet leave the ground, and with a squeal still trapped in my throat, I find myself face down on the leather couch, a muscle – bound Russian unzipping his pants behind me.

“Aleksei — ”

My exclamation is cut off when Aleksei snakes an arm beneath my hips, jerking me up onto my knees and flipping the nightgown hem up to reveal my backside. In front of me, the priest stands gaping, eyes wide as cylinders. Aleksei rips my panties down my legs and enters me with a hissed curse, sending the priest stumbling back a step.

“Take your eyes off what’s mine and turn around, priest,” Aleksei growls, taking his first savage thrust into my body. “And keep going.”

“The little angel finally understands her power, does she?”

Georgina whimpers. “Yes. Yes.”

Do you have more cum for me, Daddy?

Those echoing words have me dropping forward so I can sink my teeth into her shoulder while I drive deep, deep, deep. Fuck. I can see her cunt in my mind’s eye. Hairless, pink lips guarding the tightest fuck hole on the planet. Mine. I’ve got to guard it against predators. Already I’ll spend my life discouraging men who are attracted by her beauty, her sweetness and intelligence. If word got out that her cunt is almost too small to take a man, there would be a riot on our doorstep. Every man would want to steal what’s mine.

Just another reason I must put my child in her womb. Now. I need it to be known by all that the angel is claimed. Provided for. That another man owns the place between her thighs. When she appeared on the staircase in that tease of white fabric, my pulse began rapping against the inside of my skull. Fuck her. Breed her. The impulse only grows louder, more persistent, every second she’s mine. It will never end. Never. My obsession is permanent.

The squelching sounds of my cock battering her pussy fill the room, almost drowning out the priest as he speeds through the ceremony. This is not how I pictured our wedding ceremony, but when she gripped my pulsing dick and asked for cum in that innocent voice, animal instinct took over. Even now, my love for Georgina is demanding I marry her in the manner she deserves. But I’m addicted to her. Every pump of my cock is like entering heaven, her taut ass cheeks vibrating with each thrust against my belly.

“You’re going to be like fucking a virgin every time, aren’t you?” I burrow my mouth in her hair, breathing her scent, wishing I could bathe in it. In her. “Except you’re a horny little virgin who likes to challenge her man. Do you like where it gets you?”

“I l – like you inside me,” she murmurs brokenly. “It feels so good.”

“Nyet, Georgina. You love it.” I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze, noting when her pussy responds in kind. “None of this ‘like’ bullshit.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her back arches, lifting her ass. “I love it.”

A growl of triumph passes my lips. Need is a monster inside me, and there’s only one name, one person who can soothe it. Georgina. Georgina. My cock pounds in her soft flesh, demanding ownership. And she gives it, spreading her legs as wide as the couch will allow. Good, little girl. Her high, pointed tits have bounced free of the white nightgown and jiggle on either side of her, slender fingers clutching at the couch cushions. Shit. How many nights did I stroke off to the image of fucking Georgina doggy – style? Still didn’t know she’d be this sweet, this tight, this everything. My everything.