7: Aleksei.


    The angel loves me.


    This is unexpected news.


    My n was to prove myself a worthy husband and give Georgina the moon, if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me...at the start. And not at the end, as I''d thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I''


    m feeling now, with Georgina''s arms wrapped around my neck.


    Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local


    if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me...at the start. And not at the end, as I''d thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I''


    m feeling now, with Georgina''s arms wrapped around my neck.


    Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local Mafiya to increase his ranks. Ranks that constantly depleted due to violence in the Russian streets. On my first assignment at age twelve, I was ambushed by enemies, spending a full week in a basement without food but staunchly refusing to divulge secrets about my boss. Instead, I escaped with valuable information about my boss''s rival. And that loyalty earned me a top spot at the captain''s right hand. From that day forth, I dispensed with enemies to keep my family from going hungry. A part of me never left that basement, though. A part that discovered what a heartless, cut — throat ce the world can be.


    Georgina has just brought that part of me back to life.


    Nyet. That is wrong. She has been steadily reviving me since Iid eyes on her. But I never believed she could love me already. Not when I''ve only begun to show her the lengths I will go for her happiness.


    "Where are you taking me?"


    Her sweet, satisfied voice in my neck is like nectar from the gods. "Georgina, I''ve only begun to pleasure you." I can still feel her thighs spasming around my hips. Can still hear her whimpering my name, feel her cum drenching my pants. It''s still there, molding the fly of my pants to my pulsing cock. The one that strains to get inside its mate but nheless will remain neglected a few more torturous hours. "Your pussy loves Uncle Aleksei''s attention, da?"


    "Da," she whispers, making me smile. "All the da."


    "This is good, angel. It''s had my attention for years." shes of white sundresses and cartwheels in the grass make my cock ache even worse.


    "Only my eyes have been able to touch what I needed. We must wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you''ve created in my pants. But we''re so close topleting my vow, I can''t resist a taste."


    I set her down on a long wooden table at the very back of the library, just as she murmurs, "Taste?"


    I''ve barely managed to subdue my starvation for her cunt to a dull roar, but it overtakes me now, making her pussy necessary for my survival. She squeals a little when I shove her knees apart and slide a hand up between her tits, pushing her backwards on the table. And there it is, beckoning me from her flipped — up skirt, the part of her I dream about. Not a day has passed since I was hired by Georgina''s father that she hasn''t shed it at me, making my mouth water. Whether it was covered in jeans or barely concealed in panties or bikini bottoms, my anticipation of this moment has built and built each time. Finally, I''ll use my tongue on Georgina''s pussy. Finally, I''ll know her texture, her sweetness.


    "My mouth will be busy making you cum, so I can''t swallow your adorable noises this time." I reach up under her skirt and slowly drag the wet little panties down her thighs. "Bunch the hem of your shirt and put it between your teeth."


    Her fingers are clumsy as she follows my instructions, and something squeezes in my chest. Mine. My angel is clumsy because she doesn''t know a man''s mouth. Someday she will bat her eyshes at me and let her thighs fall open in our bed, because I will have addicted her to being licked. By me. Only ever me.


    God above, her cunt looks delicious. It''s a fucking feast — tiny though it is —


    this home for my cock. Smooth, pink and dripping, just the way I''ve imagined it millions of times. She squirms beneath my scrutiny, but I hold her legs open when she attempts to shield herself from my view. "Now now, Georgina." My tongue travels down the inside of her right thigh. "Don''t you dare try and hide this cunt from your Uncle Aleksei. It''s his to y with." The closer Ie to her juncture, the wetter she bes, her smell growing sweeter until I''m groaning and humping the edge of the wooden table, like an uncontroble beast. "What I''ve imagined doing with your pussy since before you began high school is a crime. But hiding something so beautiful from me would be the worse crime, would it not?"


    I run my tongue through her folds, stopping when I reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my head. "I — I...don''t..w - what?"


    Her words are muffled because of the shirt in her mouth. Or maybe because her indescribable vor is stealing the function of my senses. I don''t know or care. Just need more. More and more and more of Georgina''s gorgeous pussy. Somehow she''s better than I dreamed. Better than the highest ne of heaven, surely. "Spread your thighs as far as they''ll go. Let''s open up those pretty lips so I can lick that virgin bud."


    Again, she does as she''s told, my Georgina, and she''s a thing of extraordinary beauty, her legs open like flower petals, the earth''s finest cunt growing damp at the center. It needs a cock. Needs a cock so bad, I''m rocking the table with my thrusts and my head it starting to lose focus with the need to fuck and im. Soon. Soon.


    Hooking her knees over my


    shoulders, elevate her ass off the


    table and stoop down to feast on


    what is rightfully mine. I''ve licked her slow, orgasmed her at a leisurely


    pace on my dick, so she''s not


    expecting the speed with which I attack her sweet spot. My tongue whips it, side to side, until she''s gasping, her heels digging into my back. And then I begin massaging the swollen nub lightly between my lips. When her thighs begin to tremble, I know her climax is on the horizon, so I give in to temptation and delve a middle finger inside her entrance. Fuck. Ah God, such feminine tightness will be the death of me. It''s going to take months of riding her before she''s fully broken in. Able to take me any time and ce.


    I am greedy for the challenge.


    Hooking my middle finger, I find the roughness that signals her G — spot and I pet


    it in patient circles, while Georgina begins acting quite the opposite. Her muted screams grow louder, her fingers capturing my hair and twisting. "Oh my...my...my


    G - God." Her belly heaves, then hollows. "I think...now, now, now."


    Obsession makes my vision red and fuzzy when Georgina goes sailing over the moon, her back wrenching off the table, moisture from her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She''s nothing short of a masterpiece. Príde rips through my chest until I wonder if I''m capable of making it to five o''clock without breeding her.


    Pne


    Yes, though. Lam. If I''m to keep her undivided trust, she must look back on my five years in purgatory and remember I went through hell to remaina man of my word. When I put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, she''s going to be secure in the knowledge that I possess a strength of will no other man possesses. That I am worthy of being her provider in all things.


    I haven''t even begun to get my fill when Georgina goes limp, her eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. The animal inside me aches to lick more, draw never — ending pleasure from her body. But I won''t chance more in a public ce. If another set of eyesnded on my angel in this condition, I would have tomit murder.


    I fear that would upset her.


    "That was..." Georgina whispers, briefly covering her face with both hands, before dropping them. "Wow. You know?"


    "Da." I lick my lips getting all of her cum I can, sending her a wink. "I know."


    “Yeah.” She heaves a sigh. “I''m not even going to deduct points forck of modesty."


    Gently, I take her legs off my shoulders and slide her panties back into ce.


    Her blush is so fucking sweet it makes me growl, causing her to turn even pinker.


    "Aleksei," she murmurs, sitting up and smoothing her skirt back into ce. "How will we...see each other while I''m at college?" She twines her arms around my neck, obviously not noticing I''ve gone stiff at her question. Her smile has always rivaled the sun''s beauty, but the orgasm has made her glow.


    So now I must add smiling to the list of things she will not do around other men. But I can''t focus on that now, because there''s much to make clear.


    "Maybe you cane see me on weekends? Or...I cane home. I mean, if.....if


    this is something you want to do again — "


    "If?" I say, quietly. Dangerously.


    She stops ying with the ends of my hair, and I almost bellow at the loss.


    "Yes. If."


    I forget about such trivial things as hair. "If is not a word in my vocabry when ites to you, Georgina. Only when and how."


    "Good." Sheys a kiss on my chin, nearly derailing my concentration. Nearly.


    "I don''t want there to be any ifs, either."


    "Ifs?" I say. “Because there will be none of this college."


    I catch only a glimpse of Georgina''s mouth dropping open before I throw her over


    my shoulder and leave the library.