Page 24 of A Baby for the BRATVA Boss
I feel hopeful that my dad might finally get the help he needs, but I know only time will tell.
Tonight, the house smells of pine and cinnamon again. The Christmas tree we brought home fills the room, heavy with ornaments and soft light. Yury’s still working, but I can hear the faint crackle of the fire and the quiet hum of a record playing, an old Russian carol, gentle and mournful.
I close the book I’m reading and head towards his office. My muscles ache from disuse, and there’s only one way to exercise in this house. I stand at the door, waiting for him to finish a call. When he turns to face me, he knows exactly what I need.
“Come here, Sophia,” he almost growls it. “I’ve had a hard day and I think you know what I need.”
I go to him, closing the door behind me and pulling off my clothes, so by the time I reach his desk I’m wearing just my underwear.
Red.
I bought it a few days ago in town, surrounded by women who giggled and winked and told me myhusbandis a lucky man.
He opens his mouth to say something, but the words don’t form as his eyes bulge.
“Take off your clothes,” I command, and his eyes finally snap to mine. He does as I ask.
When his cock springs free I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. I’ve gotten a little better at this over the last couple of weeks. Learned what he likes and how he likes it. But I have that same desperate feeling I get when I need to be filled by him, so I take it steady, wanting his full load.
When he begins to gasp, I let the swollen head of his penis pop from my mouth, and stand.
“You know how to make me beg, Sophia. Is that what you want?” His eyes are dark and his hands are on me, feeling the soft lace under the palm of his hands like he doesn’t quite believe it’s real.
“No, Yury. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
I lean back on his desk, lifting my knees until the heels of my feet are perched on the polished wood and brace myself with my hands behind me.
The panties are open at the crotch.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out long,angelu. Not with you perfectly gift wrapped and presented to me like this.” I can tell he is in the same heady state I am. Where primal need overtakes any rational thought.
Good. That’s how I want him.
“Is it still in place?” he asks about the toy he slid inside my ass earlier.
I nod, “Yes, Yury, all day, just like you told me.”
His cock jolts and pre-cum drips from the tip. “Perfect, this is going to feel so good for you. You’ll feel so full and stretched and fucked deep…”
He lines the large head of his cock up with my entrance and pushes in. I look down and see his length framed by my pussylips and lace, and combined with the sensation of being filled doubly, I come instantly.
“That’s it,angelu, take everything you need. You look so good wrapped around me,” he grunts.
He holds onto my thighs for leverage, and begins relentlessly fucking me.
Yury
This woman is perfect for me. Her channel is wet and warm and tight as she spasms around me. Her ass is full of the butt plug I ordered and it makes her cunt tighter than ever.
I’m fucking ecstatic when she comes as soon as I enter her, because I know I won’t hold out long like this. Her pussy lips border my shaft, the red lace making her look sinful. Her tits bounce so hard that they have escaped the cups that held them.
She looks wrecked. Ravaged. Utterly fucking undone, splayed out on my desk for me to savagely fuck.
I bend forward and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She bucks beneath me, crying out as pleasure and pain collide.
Her cunt squeezes me and my balls threaten to unload right then.
She opens her eyes and looks at me and I realize must look feral. Pounding into her like she is the only thing keeping me alive. Then her gaze drops between us once more and her pupils blow.
