Page 17 of My Russian Roommate

“I’ll stay inside the diner the whole time. It’s a public place. I’ll be fine.” I playfully fluff his hair with my towel.

“I drop you off and pick you up. You don’t go anywhere alone. Not even the bathroom and you stay inside until I come in to get you. Clear?”

“Clear as crystal. I promise.”

He shakes his head and looks down at me with a smirk on his lips.

“There’s just one more thing. If you want me to let you go to work, you have to do something for me first. Call it a good faith payment for the police escort.”

“What do you want?” I put my hands on my hips and wiggle my ass.

“No, not that. Come here, baby girl,” he points to the floor in front of him.

I walk to him and he puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. He unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock, rubbing it all over my face. I stick out my tongue and lick it as he moves it across my lips.

“Open wide, malyshka.”

I open my mouth and he slips inside, gliding all the way to the back of my throat. I gag and he pulls back a bit. “Relax your throat,” he says and places both of his hands on the back of my head.

Holding me still, he slips in and out of my mouth slowly at first, probably so I can get used to the sensation. His thickness stretches my lips and his length threatens to make me gag, but I listen to his moans and know that my mouth pleases him, and pleasing him makes me feel sexier than anything.

As he begins to moan louder, he thrusts harder and faster and I struggle to take all of him in. Then, without warning, he puts his full length in my mouth and holds it there until I gag again. He pulls back and tells me, “Suck on the tip.” I gladly wrap my lips around it and suck hard as he squeezes my scalp.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Suck it hard, malyshka. Daddy loves your little mouth.”

Daddy? Did he call himself Daddy? My heart rate quickens and my panties get damp. He can be my Daddy. My big, strong, protective, sexy Daddy. No man has ever stood up for me and made me feel safe before. Daddy it is.

He pulls back again and insists that I stick out my tongue. I hold it out and he smacks the tip of his dick against it.

“I’m gonna come on your tongue,” he says and I moan my approval.

In seconds, the creamy fluid lands on my wet tongue and I draw it inside, savoring the taste of him before swallowing it all.

He caresses my face and sticks his fingers into my mouth. I suckle them as I rub my face against his hand. He tucks his cock away and zips his hands before helping me to my feet.

“That’s a good girl. Now we can go.”

I go to the bathroom to check my face and hair.

“I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this. You don’t need to go back to work there. They didn’t offer you a single shift for two weeks and now that they’re in a bind, they call you.”

“I know, but I have to work and this is the best that I can do right now. Besides, I get kind of stir-crazy when you’re gone. Some fresh air will do me good.”

“Fresh, greasy diner air? Sure it will. In a few weeks, we’ll take a vacation and I’ll show you what fresh air smells like. Fresh mountain air.”

“I can’t wait but, now, we need to get dressed or we’ll both be late.”

Lev drives me to work in his patrol car and I listen to the cracks and clicks coming from his radio. I can’t imagine what it’s like for him to get a call and have to mentally prepare for what might be waiting on the other end of it. I could never do it but I’m nothing like him. He’s so confident, strong, and secure that I bet the stress of it doesn’t faze him at all.

“I feel like a VIP with my police escort,” I joke.

“You’re the MIP. The most important person. That’s why you’re in the front and not the back,” he squeezes my thigh.

We arrive at the diner and he watches me until I get inside. As planned, I text him to let him know that everything is okay inside. He’s been training me to pay more attention to my surroundings and said he wouldn’t drive away until I gave him the all-clear.

I don’t know if anyone in my life has ever cared for me the way that he does. Maybe, if someone had, my life would be different and I wouldn’t be standing here in this pink polyester uniform. But then, I might not have met Lev either, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

The diner is busy and I barely have time to look at the clock let alone consider eating anything myself. I can’t wait for Lev to come to get me so we can cuddle on the couch and eat some of his amazing cooking. We’re both expecting my shift to end at nine, but at eight, the owner approaches me.

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