Bend Me, Daddy

CHARLOTTE

Alexei groans at my words and pulls me close, pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss that leaves me so wet I can feel the slickness on my inner thighs. Every cell in my body is screaming for him to fuck me. All I can think about is getting that big cock inside me. He'd felt so powerful in my mouth and impossibly big, and the thought of all that slamming into my virgin pussy had me so nervous and excited I can barely stand it.

His strong hands run down my back so he can cup my ass, squeezing my sore cheeks and reminding me of my earlier spanking. He gives my tongue a hard suck that has me whimpering and running my hands through his hair, pulling him closer and smiling against his lips when I feel his hard cock digging into my stomach.

"Surprised?" he asks, pulling back with a wicked grin. "It's impossible to have a soft cock when you're around."

I run my fingers over his tattooed chest, marveling at how this powerful, dangerous man is about to be my first. My only. Because there's no way in hell I could ever be satisfied with anyone else, not after I've had a taste of how truly good it can be. How could any other man ever measure up to this?

I reach down and dance my fingers along his hard cock, amazed that anything can feel so powerful and so velvety soft all at the same time.

"I'm glad I can make you hard so easily," I say, lightly stroking his cock. "If I get my way, you'll always be hard and fucking me."

He smiles and lays me back down on the bed, positioning his body over mine. "I think my little brat will be getting her way."

I wrap my arms and legs around him, moaning when he presses the head of his cock against my wet slit. I try not to tense up, but it's impossible not to. I know how big he is, and I know the pain that's coming.

Resting his weight on one forearm, he cups my face with his other hand before trailing his fingers lightly down my neck.

"Just relax," he says, caressing my collarbone before sliding his fingers lower. When he runs them over my nipple, I moan and arch up to him, my body momentarily forgetting about the giant cock positioned at my entrance. Right as he pinches my nipple and before I can stop myself, I say, "Did you do it?"

His hand freezes, gripping my nipple in a hard pinch between his fingers, but he doesn't let up, just watches me as I start to squirm beneath him. The mix of pain and pleasure does something to my pussy that has my hips arching up of their own accord.

"You sure you want to know the answer to that?" he asks, arching a dark brow at me.

"Yes. Did you kill that guy?"

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"Yes," he says as if he's telling me he likes pepperoni on his pizza instead of just confessing to murder. "If it makes you feel any better, he was a very bad man and the world is a better place without him in it." "So you are part of the bratva?"

He studies me for a second, pinching and twisting my nipple between his fingers as he thinks about what he's going to say. "I will answer this one time and one time only because the less you know the better. I'm not a bad man, Charlie. I'm not a particularly good one either, though. Life isn't black and white, and I'm most definitely more of a grey. I can't promise you that I'm going to stop doing what I do, but I can promise you that I will always take care of you and be faithful to you. If that isn't enough, then you need to tell me now, because once I slide my cock inside you, then you're mine and I'm never letting you go."

He presses the head of his cock against me, being careful to not breach my pussy lips, but hard enough for me to feel the power that's waiting just outside. I think about what he's just said, but then quickly realize that I don't need to think about it at all.

"It's enough," I say, grabbing onto him even tighter.

Yeah, maybe I should leave and never look back, and maybe I shouldn't be so quick to dismiss all the illegal stuff, but I've already made my choice. I want this tough, gorgeous Russian, and the fact that he's as dangerous as he is sexy, well, that's just icing on the damn cake.

"I want you, Alexei," I say, "and I trust you. I know you'd never hurt me."

He gives me a sexy wink. "I never said I'd never hurt you, beautiful."

He gives my nipple an even harder pinch, making me gasp. "I quite like giving you a little bit of pain."

There's no denying the rush of pleasure that races through me at his rough touch. "Hurt me some more," I say, arching my hips up for him and digging my heels into his ridiculously firm ass.

"Fuck," he groans before sliding his cock into me, making me scream at the sharp burst of pain and the feel of him tearing through my innocence as he slides inch after thick inch into me, spreading me wider than I ever thought possible. By the time he's fully inside me, tears are freely running down my cheeks, and I doubt I'll ever be able to walk normally again. He kisses and licks my cheeks, groaning at the taste of my tears while his hand massages my tit, taking the sting out of my nipple.

"My god, baby," he murmurs against my skin. "Your little pussy is so fucking tight."

I cling to him as he kisses me hard, using his lips and tongue to remind me of all the pleasure that's right below the pain. He starts to slowly fuck me, his cock igniting all the hidden nerve endings inside me that I never knew I had, and soon the pleasure is far outweighing the pain.

"Fuck," I whimper against his lips. "Don't ever stop," I beg. "Don't ever stop fucking me, Alexei."