Russian Teacher (Yes, Daddy Book 6)
Page 7
The second my eyes see the curve of her lower back, the roundness of her bottom I’m a goner, sliding a finger through her folds, finding them already drenched.
I fist my length and in one motion enter her warmth, my eyes closing before I begin sliding in and out, grunting loudly. I grab her by the hips, lifting her feet off the ground for a better angle as I hold her, slamming into her ass as I take her as I continue holding her suspended in air.
Everything about her is so damn perfect and there’s no way I can last much longer.
“Oh Daddy,” she cries out in a staccato rhythm as I take her.
“Come, baby girl. Come for, Daddy,” I snarl, needing her to finish first as I feel my balls pulling up and know I’ve got seconds left, if that.
And right on cue her pussy clamps down on my cock and I unload as she milks me dry just as the fireworks burst in the midday sky, signaling that she’s now a graduate, although she ‘graduated’ a long time ago…becoming a woman, my woman.
But she’ll always be my little girl.
Slowly I lower her feet back to the ground and we straighten out our gowns as we continue panting, our bodies begging for air.
I take her hand and we walk away from underneath the bleachers, just as students begin filing out, their looks now even more awestruck than when we entered.
And now it’s time to enter a whole other world, a new chapter in our lives. Together…exactly how we’ll always be.
Epilogue
Alexa
A week later
We step out onto our balcony in Zermatt, Switzerland, overlooking the Swiss Alps and The Matterhorn.
“Here ya go,” Alexander says, handing me a cup of hot chocolate.
I take a sip and…heaven. I’m learning so much about life, and that includes why the Swiss are so famous for their chocolate.
“The muesli and yogurt will be ready as soon as we finish our drinks,” Alexander adds, sipping his coffee. I’m still a little girl at heart and coffee seems icky to me, plus I’ve got all the energy I need to make it through the day. I thrive on the love and support he gives me.
“What do you think?” he says, throwing his arm around me.
“Well, if you would have asked me two weeks ago all I was thinking about was passing my final Russian oral exam. Now, after multiple flights, fake passports, and all kinds of experiences I didn’t even know existed, let alone were possible, I’m overlooking one of the most beautiful mountains in the world…with you.”
“Baby girl, you ask for mountains, you know Daddy’s gonna bring you to them. And if you don’t want to go then Daddy’s gonna bring the mountains to you.”
I can’t help but smile.
“You change that one day to the ocean, the sea, the stars in the sky, I’ll give you those too. Whatever you want, ever, you just tell me and it’s yours.”
I tuck myself into his side and take another sip of this incredible hot chocolate. At this rate I’m going to need to buy out the entire Toblerone factory just to keep up with my needs for the sugary goodness.
Another thing that appealed to Alexander was the Swiss love hiding cash, and privacy in general. It seemed like the perfect fit for the both of us and so far, a week in, it’s that exactly.
“Everything’s just such a perfect fit,” I say, mirroring my thoughts.
“I’m glad you think so, because there’s one more…fit…I’m curious about.”
“I’m sure it will be just as perfect.”
“Me too,” he says, and I feel his body separating from mine and I wonder what surprise he has in store, but not for long…
Dropping to one knee Alexander flips open the top of a small, black velvet box. Inside is the most amazing engagement ring I’ve ever seen in my life.
“The best Chopard had in their entire inventory, and it's big, just like a mountain you like.”
“Like? I love it.”
“Baby girl,” he begins. “I’ve spent my whole life being a different kind of man, changing to fit the seasons. Now, with you, there’s no need to ever change again. I can be myself, who I want to be, because I have you. We’re alike in so many ways, and different in so many others. But those differences are what makes us unique, and I can’t wait to wake up next to you each and every morning for the rest of our lives so I can learn more about your idiosyncrasies and you can learn about mine. We’ve already uncovered a few big ones,” he smiles.
“We sure have…Daddy,” I agree.
“Now it’s time for me to be a daddy for real, to build a family with you…a forever together. And that starts with this token of my love for you. I want the whole world to know what you mean to me, that you’re mine. You’re already my princess and always will be. Now be my queen. Marry me.”
“Yes,” I say calmly, being surrounded by nature having an amazing effect on me despite my heart beating a mile a minute. “Yes, every day for the rest of my life, Daddy!”
He slides the ring onto my finger. A perfect fit, just as we both expected and knew.
Before he’s even up on his feet I’m jumping into his arms, my legs wrapping around him like a belt as I claim his lips hard.
“I love you, sweet angel.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
Extended Epilogue
Alexander
Ten years later
“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” my wife asks.
“Woman, all this high altitude is making you crazy. You’re light as a feather.” And it’s the truth. I lift her overhead like an ice skater lifting his partner while our little Anna snaps the picture of us with the Canadian Rockies in the background.
This last decade has been the best ten years any man that’s ever walked the face of the earth could wish for, but only one man could have it. Me. Because I have her.
“Ready kids?”
“Yeah!” the call out in unison.
Today we’re going swimming at Banff National Park. The water will be cold but who cares. All the kids have Russian blood running through them, or at least half of their genetic makeup is. They’re tough, just like their mom.
We hike down the hill with our entire tribe. Anna walks by herself because she’s nine and her legs are long enough to endure the steep decline. We already ran the numbers on her long ago and the math says she was conceived the first time we made love. The perfect conception. Is there a better way to enter life? I doubt it, and I never had a doubt that first batch of my seed was special, just as special as our oldest girl.
Asher is hot on her heels, and at eight he’s also up for the challenge.
Amelia is a bit slower, but at seven she’s already fiercely independent and wants to do everything on her own.
I carry Aden on my back and Ava in front of me, just like a good father should.
I’ve always been Alexa’s Daddy, and strangely enough there’s some carry over into our family life. Just as I’m protective, possessive, and always put my Little Girl Alexa first, I do the same for our actual little girls and little boys.
Daddy eats last. Daddy picks last. Daddy always comes last, and in doing so I actually come first because the joy I get from putting them above me is bigger than any temporary ‘reward’ of putting myself first. It doesn’t work that way, although it’s a fallacy I’ve heard many men prescribe to.
Then again there are no other men on the planet that have the loving, perfect family I have. Some may think so, and I’m happy for them, but I know the truth.
In the game of life I won the biggest lottery ever when I won the love of my wife and the love of our children and everything they do for us.
Half way down we stop for lunch and I pull out all the sandwiches and Gatorades for the kids, setting up a makeshift picnic underneath a tree as we take in the sights of the crystal clear blue waters of the lake below.
“Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” my wife asks, staring at it from our vantage point.
“It sure is,” I say, and she does
n’t even pick up on my words until she turns around and sees me focused on her and nothing else.
“Mommy and Daddy sittin’ in a tree…k-i-ss-i-n-g,” Anna begins.
“First comes love, second comes marriage,” Asher adds.
“Then comes in a baby in a baby carriage,” Amelia finishes.
“You kids want another baby brother or sister?” I playfully, but always dead serious when it comes to this topic, ask.
“Yeah!” they say in unison, not caring that their mouths are full, which shows me just how into the idea they are.
I look at Alexa who shoots me a stunned look in surprise, eyebrows raised as she pauses right before she’s about to take a bite.
“You want another little girl?” She plays along.
“There’s only one original little girl,” I add, under my breath and it goes right over the kids’s heads.
Alexa looks at me like I’m out of my mind for teasing that subject here, but she quickly smiles. Our little role playing games never get old, partly because they’re not games. They’re a way of life.
The kids take turns saying they want a baby brother or sister, and choosing names.
“Guess that settles it,” I say, knowing if I’ve got all the kids on my sides it’s a done deal.
“Eight is enough,” Alexa concedes.
“So it’s official. One more makes eight,” I say.
“It’s official all right,” she says.
“You know what else is official?” Nobody says anything. “I love all of you!” I say before grabbing everyone and pulling them onto our picnic blanket into one big family hug.
Family, my favorite word in the English language, or any language for that matter. Because it has more meaning than the rest of the words in the dictionary combined. I should know…I was a teacher once, but the true teachers are our children, because they teach us to see the world through fresh eyes each and every day. They show us all the beauty we forgot along the way growing up and becoming adults.
Family is all that matters to me, and my family starts with my little girl, my princess, my angel, my precious…my everything.
THE END
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Also by Lena Little
Yes, Daddy Series
Book 1: Daddy Next Door
Book 2: Bossy Daddy
Book 3: Paying Daddy’s Debt
Book 4: Daddy’s Halloween
Book 5: Daddy’s Italian Friend
Book 6: Russian Teacher (this book)