Bend Me, Daddy

ALEXEI

My frustration demands that I peel out of here with a loud rumble and let the high speeds and wind on my face cool my ass down,

but Charlie's little Vespa is having none of that. Instead of the power and speed I need, I get a soft, little grumble as her engine works overtime and a slightly below the speed limit ride because I'm afraid of pushing the damn thing too hard. What the fuck was I thinking? The deal was to pop her cherry, not kiss her and finger-fuck her on the side of the road while her tiny body came against me. I can't seem to help myself around her, though. There's something about her that makes me want to own and possess every damn inch of her, and none of it has anything to do with the deal we made.

It had taken all my willpower to remain calm at the police station while she offered me an alibi in exchange for a first-time fuck. Whoever said a life of crime doesn't pay, can lick my precum-covered balls, because making that lowlife disappear the other night was the best damn decision I ever made. It's going to land my ridiculously hard cock in a nice, tight, virgin pussy in just a few minutes.

Charlie tightens her grip around my waist. Her curious, eager fingers keep running under my shirt and along my cock, and it's slowly driving me insane. Pussy is never in short supply for a guy like me, but I've never been this obsessed with fucking a woman before. Maybe it's her innocence, maybe it's the gutsy way she came up and propositioned me, or maybe it's just her. I don't have the slightest fucking clue, and I don't care. All I know is I need to be inside her, filling her with my seed, and making her mine.

I pull into the driveway of the house I just bought and park the pink scooter next to my massive Harley. She laughs when she sees it and gives me one last tight squeeze before getting off the scooter.

"God, you must've hated having to ride on this thing."

I hand her the keys and give her a wink. "You made it worth it. Maybe I'll give you a ride on a real motorcycle later. Something tells me you'd like it."

She smiles and pulls her helmet off, running her fingers through her long, dark hair that I already know is silky soft and smells like lavender and vanilla. I can still taste her pussy on my tongue, and I know what she looks like when she orgasms, but I don't know what her tight pussy feels like wrapped around my dick, and I don't know what she looks like when she sucks cock, and I'm dying to know it all. Every fucking detail.

I push aside the part of my brain that's saying it wants to know what she looks like in the mornings or while she sleeps or what she'll look like through every stage of pregnancy as her toned stomach swells with our baby. That was definitely not part of our deal!

She gives me a shy smile when I get off the scooter and grab her hand, leading her up to the front door.

"Did you just buy this?" she asks, eyeing the craftsman style house.

"Yeah, just a couple of weeks ago."

"So you're staying here?"

I smile at the way she's trying so hard to not sound eager and hopeful.

"Yes."

The truth is I'm here scoping out the place to see what the local law enforcement is like and how likely it is that the bratva will run into trouble here, but she doesn't need to know all that.

I pull her inside the house and shut the door. Seeing her standing here in my private space, the one place I keep all to myself, does something to me. I never bring one-night stands home. They get fucked at their place or bent over my bike. This place is sacred to me, and I try not to dwell on why I chose to bring her here and share this part of myself with her when I've never done it with anyone else.

Her jeans are still unbuttoned, and when I step closer, she sucks in a breath and suddenly looks so small and nervous.

"Hey." I brush back a strand of her dark hair and tilt her chin up. Her brown eyes are wide, and her breaths are coming out shaky. "Do you still want this?"

Her eyes grow even wider as she brings her hands to my waist, clutching me tightly like she thinks I might run off if she lets go.

"I want this, Alexei," she says, and her whole body might be nothing but a bundle of nerves, but I know she's telling me the truth.

"Then try to relax." I run my thumb over her smooth skin, noticing the way her lips slightly part at my touch and a blush starts to spread up her cheeks. "Let me take care of you."

She shakes her head yes and leans into my touch. "I'm just a bit nervous, I guess."

Her confession makes me smile. "I hadn't noticed," I say, making her laugh.

"I just don't want to embarrass myself, I guess."

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I look at her like she's crazy. "How in the hell could you do that?"

Her fingers fidget with the waistband of my jeans as she tries to look everywhere but at me. "I don't know. I mean, you're so gorgeous, and you're a lot older than me, so I imagine you've been with a ton of women, and they're all more experienced and probably way better looking than I am." She pauses and then brings her eyes to mine. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. I know we made a deal, but I'd hate to think you were just fucking me because you had to. I won't say anything to my dad, if you're worried about that."

I laugh because it's the most insane thing I've ever heard. Grabbing onto one of her hands, I bring it to my painfully hard cock.

"Does it feel like I don't want to do this?"

She lets out a soft moan when I press her harder against me, letting her feel how big and hard I am.

"No, I'm not a virgin, and yes, I'm more than twice your age, but who the fuck cares?" I cup her face and bring mine close to hers. "I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you, Charlie, and I never bring women to my home."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, so stop worrying. You couldn't possibly embarrass yourself even if you tried. You need to relax, and I know just the thing to do it."