Bend Me, Daddy

I cling to him, pressing my body tightly against his as he takes us to wherever the hell he lives. This is insane, I tell myself. I'm riding off with a guy who is very likely a member of the Russian mafia, and I'm about to willingly spread my legs for him. Who the fuck does that? I should tell him I've changed my mind and just go home and forget all about this day, but I don't. Instead, I dip my fingers under his T-shirt and run my fingers over his bare, washboard abs and try my best to not orgasm right here on the back of my damn scooter.

The vibrations are making it very difficult, though, and so is the smell of his expensive cologne and the way he's confident enough to hop on my pink Vespa and drive me off into the sunset. Okay, so it's only lunchtime, but whatever. It's hot as fuck, and it has me so horny I can barely think.

When he takes us off the main road and we're suddenly the only ones around, I lose what little restraint I had and start to slide one hand lower. When my curious fingers hit hard cock, I let out a moan and explore the thick, long cock that's quickly growing right beneath my hand. I'm so mesmerized by his cock that it takes me a second to realize he's pulled off to the side of the road.

"I'm sorry," I quickly say, pulling my hand away, worried that I may have overstepped. Yes, he agreed to fuck me, but maybe that doesn't include me groping him on the drive to his place.

"For feeling my cock?" he asks, turning and lifting me up as if I weigh nothing at all and setting me on his lap so I'm straddling him.

"Um, yeah," I say, trying to not show how much he's turning me on and how damn inexperienced I am.

He takes off my helmet and cups my face, trailing his thumb over my cheek. "What all have you done, Charlie?"

"Why do you call me Charlie?" I ask, avoiding his question. "Because I like it. Now, answer the question." Okay, so much for stalling.

"Not much," I say, keeping it vague and hoping that's good enough.

He gives me a sexy smirk and lifts an eyebrow at me. "Not good enough."

When I don't say anything, he trails his fingers down my neck before dancing them over my collarbone, making goosebumps rise all over my body despite the afternoon heat. "Have you ever been kissed?"

"Yes," I say, secretly thrilled that I can at least say I've experienced that, even if it was really shitty and during junior year.

His fingers slide down, trailing over my tit and making me suck in a quick breath. "Has anyone ever sucked on these perfect tits?" he asks, running his finger over my painfully hard nipple. "No," I say in barely more than a whisper.

"What about your pussy? Ever had a man lick and suck on your little virgin cunt?"

His vulgar language is making my pussy so fucking wet I can barely stand it. I shake my head no, and then let out a soft moan when he gives my nipple a hard pinch before trailing his fingers lower. "Ever sucked cock, little virgin?"

"No," I say in a rush, feeling like I might actually hyperventilate before I even get my cherry popped.

"Relax, sweetheart," he says, noticing the reaction he's having on me. He slides his fingers under my T-shirt and runs them along my bare skin before hooking them under the waistband of my jeans. "Have you ever been fingered?" "No," I whisper, feeling more and more like an idiot with each passing second.

"How the fuck is that possible?" he asks, pulling his sunglasses off and studying me. He looks genuinely surprised by my lack of experience. "You must have had guys constantly trying to get in your pants."

I shrug my shoulders and try to look away, but he brings his hand up to cup my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"No, you don't get to look away from me, Charlie. Answer the damn question. How in the hell is it possible that your little pussy is still untouched?"

I meet his green eyes and shrug my shoulders again, earning me a pissed-off look from him that just comes off looking smoldering and sexy as fuck.

"I just kind of keep to myself, I guess," I finally say. "And pretty soon I was graduating high school and starting college, and no one really pays attention to the girl who always has her head in a book." "Then they're fucking morons," he says, and I can't help but smile at his angry tone.

"You wish I wasn't a virgin?"

"That's not what I fucking said," he growls, bringing his other hand back to my waistband and sliding his fingers in to fist my jeans and pull me closer.

I can feel his hard cock beneath me, and it's making me downright giddy knowing that it's going to be all mine in just a bit. I squirm in anticipation, smiling when I see him clench his jaw tight enough for me to see a vein throbbing just below the surface.

"Why do you want me to be your first?"

He presses the back of his fingers against my pussy, teasing me with how close he is, but he makes no move to do anything more, and I must be doing a shit-poor job of not showing my disappointment because he gives me another amused grin as he waits for my answer.

I figure there's no point in lying, so I tell him the truth. "You're gorgeous and dangerous and you look like you'd be damn good at fucking."

He laughs, and I smile at the way it softens the hard edges of his face. The man can look intense and broody as hell, but this genuine laugh has made him look downright boyish for a few seconds.

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"I'll do my best to not disappoint," he says once he's stopped laughing.

"Can I get a little preview?" I ask, not even caring if it sounds pathetic or like I'm begging. I'm desperate to know what he tastes like, what he feels like, and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait. "Aren't you an eager little thing."

"You have no idea," I say, moaning when he runs his finger over my achy, swollen clit. Even with my panties between us, it's still the best thing I've ever felt, and I know he could easily make me cum if he wanted to.

He cups the back of my head with his free hand and pulls me close. When our lips touch, it ignites a hunger in me that I never knew I had. I open my mouth to him, needing and wanting Alexei to possess every damn inch of my body. I want to give him everything, every single part of me, and even then, I don't think it will be enough.

My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as I moan and rock my hips, eager for everything he can give me. He runs his tongue along mine, sparking every cell in my body to life, and when I hear a car drive past us, I don't even care. The whole world could be standing around, watching us and taking photos and I still wouldn't give the slightest fuck about it. All I care about is the sexy Russian whose cock is digging into my ass and whose tongue I'm currently sucking

on.

He gives a sexy, deep groan and roughly unbuttons my pants, sliding his hand in and under my panties. When he cups my bare pussy, he growls a "Fuck!" against my lips and slides a finger into me.

I whimper and clutch him harder, rocking my hips against him. I'm so fucking wet, making it easy for him to finger-fuck me, and the close position of our bodies means that every stroke is hitting my clit. Within seconds, my body is tensing and he's swallowing my screams as I cum hard against him while cars drive by and my whole body feels like it's exploding into a million little pieces.

He tightens his grip on my head, fisting my hair and holding me close as he keeps his finger buried inside me while he runs his tongue along mine, making me wish that we could just stay like this forever. When I finally start to come down, he pulls back, leaving me gasping for air and ready to rip my clothes off and beg him for his cock.

His eyes are dark with lust, and I know I'm not the only one wishing we were fucking right now. He gives my clit one last rub before sliding his hand out and bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. Watching me, he licks his fingers clean, groaning at the taste of me and when I pull him in for another kiss, I feel him smile against my lips. I kiss him hard, hungry for the taste of my own pussy and loving that I've marked him in some tiny way as mine. "Fuck, beautiful," he groans when we finally pull apart. "We need to get back to my place before I fuck you right here on the side of the road." "Sounds good to me," I say, rocking my hips against him.

His strong hands go to my waist, stilling me with a firm grip. "Don't fucking tempt me," he growls before lifting me up and setting me on the ground. He hands me my helmet. "Put it on and get on the back, Charlie." I smile at how thick his accent is and do as he says. Climbing on the back, I tighten my arms around him and hope it won't take too long to get to his place. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait.