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Chapter7
The angel loves me.
This is unexpected news.
My plan was to prove myself a worthy husband and give Georgina the moon, if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me…at the start. And not at the end, as I’d thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I’m feeling now, with Georgina’s arms wrapped around my neck.
Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local Mafiya to increase his ranks. Ranks that constantly depleted due to violence in the Russian streets. On my first assignment at age twelve, I was ambushed by enemies, spending a full week in a basement without food but staunchly refusing to divulge secrets about my boss. Instead, I escaped with valuable information about my boss’s rival. And that loyalty earned me a top spot at the captain’s right hand. From that day forth, I dispensed with enemies to keep my family from going hungry. A part of me never left that basement, though. A part that discovered what a heartless, cut – throat place the world can be.
Georgina has just brought that part of me back to life.
Nyet. That is wrong. She has been steadily reviving me since I laid eyes on her. But I never believed she could love me already. Not when I’ve only begun to show her the lengths I will go for her happiness.
“Where are you taking me?”
Her sweet, satisfied voice in my neck is like nectar from the gods. “Georgina, I’ve only begun to pleasure you.” I can still feel her thighs spasming around my hips. Can still hear her whimpering my name, feel her cum drenching my pants. It’s still there, molding the fly of my pants to my pulsing cock. The one that strains to get inside its mate but nonetheless will remain neglected a few more torturous hours. “Your pussy loves Uncle Aleksei’s attention, da?”
“Da,” she whispers, making me smile. “All the da.”
“This is good, angel. It’s had my attention for years.” Flashes of white sundresses and cartwheels in the grass make my cock ache even worse. “Only my eyes have been able to touch what I needed. We must wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you’ve created in my pants. But we’re so close to completing my vow, I can’t resist a taste.”
I set her down on a long wooden table at the very back of the library, just as she murmurs, “Taste?”
I’ve barely managed to subdue my starvation for her cunt to a dull roar, but it overtakes me now, making her pussy necessary for my survival. She squeals a little when I shove her knees apart and slide a hand up between her tits, pushing her backwards on the table. And there it is, beckoning me from her flipped – up skirt, the part of her I dream about. Not a day has passed since I was hired by Georgina’s father that she hasn’t flashed it at me, making my mouth water. Whether it was covered in jeans or barely concealed in panties or bikini bottoms, my anticipation of this moment has built and built each time. Finally, I’ll use my tongue on Georgina’s pussy. Finally, I’ll know her texture, her sweetness.