by Kendall Duke
And froze.
Suddenly I realized he might have suddenly returned to his senses—that he might stop. I didn’t know what else to do to get him to stay, so… I sucked it.
I don’t know how I knew how to do it; maybe it was just instinctive. Something made me work my tongue a little bit, flicking him as best I could with so much in the way, and Ivan groaned. “My beautiful Julie,” he said softly, then force fed me more of the thick, meaty shaft. I didn’t jerk away this time; this time I just relaxed my throat muscles and felt him slide in and out, using me to pleasure himself. As I completely gave in, he sank his cock down my throat until his balls were against my chin. “I knew it, even in the video, you know nothing about men,” Ivan told me, pulling further out. “You tease me, Julie, I try so hard to protect you. You want to make it hard for me. Very hard.” He started moving in and out of my mouth a little faster; I locked my lips so that the ridge around his tip couldn’t slide out, sucking gently, and he grunted. He relaxed his grip on my chin and moved his fingers around to hold my head, sliding his fingers through my hair. His speed picked up a little bit, along with the depth of his stroke; I felt my pussy getting wetter and stealthily reached down with one hand. Yep. I was so sticky and sensitive I moaned onto Ivan’s cock as my fingertips brushed my pussy. He began thrusting a bit harder, in and out, and then suddenly pulled all the way out, breaking the seal with a loud pop. I blinked up at him, thick ropes of saliva trailing from my lips to the swollen head of his cock, and then he sank himself all the way in to the hilt.
“Mmmmm,” I said, smelling our scents mingling together on his body. He did that several times--all the way out, then all the way back in, getting harder and harder, his thick cock plumping out even more. Ivan grunted again and then I realized he might be ready to have an orgasm soon; this frightened me. He seemed to instinctively know my thoughts and his grip on my head gently tightened, his fingers lacing through my hair as he moved my face up to look at his. He wordlessly searched my face, and I nodded. I would try to swallow his cum.
“Good girl, Julie,” he rumbled, fucking my face deeper and harder than before. “You can take it. You earn it.” I cried out, but the sound was stifled by the huge cock slamming in and out of my lips. Ivan began grunting as he fucked my mouth, and my pussy swelled in time with his cock, the bud of my clit aching as it grew. As he finally let out a low hiss I felt a rush of salty heat coating the inside of my mouth and throat. Ivan was cumming inside of me. The knowledge that Ivan had used me for his pleasure caused a flash of rapid heat to shoot from my pussy to my nipples and back, and all I wanted was to do it again. All I wanted was him.
“Uhmmm,” I moaned, my mouth opening even wider, and Ivan used the opportunity to stuff more of his cock inside. I felt thick fluid filling my mouth and started to swallow, sucking the traces off of him as he began to gently slide out of me as he finished.
“You are so beautiful, Julie,” Ivan said. His voice was reverent; his hands trembled. He seemed shocked at what had just happened, as if he’d woken up from a dream. I never thought sexual submission would make me feel so empowered, but knowing I had driven him literally out of his mind with desire made me shiver with pleasure. And I loved him. Seeing Ivan smiling down at me, I smiled back, and I felt the excitement of our encounter blooming in me—not just physically. I felt connected. Alive. The sensations that made me so vulnerable to his incredible strength and power also made me strong and powerful, and my body tingled with new awareness. My lips felt raw and red. He helped me off of the floor and gently pulled me into his lap when we got to the couch. Parts of me were sore from being bent over the arm or struggling against his grip; he held me tight against his chest and I felt my pussy, wet and swollen, clamped against his thigh. A whole new universe of appetites was awakening inside of me. “Julie, I have failed…” He paused for a moment. “I want more than anything… But you must marry. You must. Is only way you safe…” The words trailed away, his voice suddenly incredibly sad.
I didn’t want to think about that.
“Okay,” I whispered, snuggling into his chest. It felt so good to be held by him. Ivan was so strong, his arms and chest were one solid block of muscle. My resolve to quietly let the moment pass into one of gentle togetherness eroded quickly as I smelled his scent and felt his body. Being this close to him made my pussy ache, and I felt my nipples growing hard again immediately. I wasn’t satisfied yet, and he knew it. I understood that for him the definition of being good meant not tempting him to break his code of loyalty, but the system behind that code meant less than nothing to me. Now that I had tasted him, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Ivan. Completely. In ways that frightened me.
Something dangerous occurred to me. “Did you like my movie?” I asked, and leaned back to look at him.
“We already talk about movie. Never again, please, Julie,” Ivan said, frowning a little bit. “I thought you learn lesson—a lesson about men, women. Perhaps even shame. Please, Julie,” he said, his dark eyes searching my face, “this is the only way I can be with you without breaking my… Without breaking my promise. And I cannot take you from Alexei—Sergei is boss, Sergei make deal. It is for the best.”
“Do you really want me to marry Alexei?” I blinked up at his beautiful face, carefully choosing my words. “I didn’t make that deal, Ivan. I didn’t choose to be in this position.”
“Your father did, Julie,” he whispered, and a shadow of pain tinged the words.
“Then I should have had a say,” I told him, and leaned back. My body was open before him again, but this time I didn’t feel exposed. I felt like a queen. “And I don’t want to belong to Alexei. I want to belong to you.” I arched my eyebrow, but he forcefully turned his gaze away from me.
“Julie…” He swore under his breath as he pretended to watch the movie.
“If that’s all it is, and you want me like I want you,” I whispered, “then please, please fuck me, Ivan.” I didn’t really understand what I was saying, but after stumbling on the treasure of his desire and tasting his cum there was no way I wasn’t going to whisper dirty nothings into his ear.
“You only young girl,” he said gruffly, refusing to look at me. “You know nothing.”
“I know I want you.”
“I try to explain…” His voice trailed away as he frowned and bit his lip.
I sat up, licking my own; I wanted to remember his taste forever, just in case this never happened again. Then I thought of something—something that would get me what I wanted, I was sure. “What if I slept with someone else?” I knew that would make him explode.
I barely had to wait a second for his reaction.
“Don’t even say these words.” Ivan’s breath came in ragged gasps. He still refused to look at me. I watched as his white knuckled fists clenched the air, satisfied that my threat was still good. “Don’t ever say that.”
“Why?” I reached up and grabbed his chin, forcing his face towards mine. “Because you want me? Or because of my bullshit marriage?”
His eyes closed as if my question physically hurt him. “If I cannot have you, Julie…” He took a long, labored breath. “Alexei is very powerful man. Once you married, he can protect you.”
“You could protect me,” I said, letting my fingertips trail over his cheeks.
“I am only cousin to heir.” He locked his dark eyes on mine. “Besides… Julie, you are virgin. I am...”
“I don’t want to be a virgin any more,” I said softly, refusing to relinquish my right to touch him. I’d finally tasted him; I could touch him.
“You will break my heart,” he said simply, and even though I thought that was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard, I didn’t have it in me to laugh at the sudden pain in his face. We sat quietly for a long moment, just being together, touching. “If I am one who… Takes your virginity…Who licks you pretty pussy, who make you cum…” His eyes locked on mine. “I do all this, and still you must marry my cousin. How will I live?”
This silenced me for a while. I thought about this—thought about what he was saying, how much he meant to me, how much I must mean to him. And I would find a way to be with him. No one else. We belonged together.
He just needed to surrender to the fact that we were one. One mind, two bodies, one need, two hearts. One.
I leaned back and subtly pushed my breasts towards him. “I know you believe this deal is the best for me.” He watched me warily, and I knew I was already getting to him. Could it be possible that he actually loved me? “But I only want you, and I know you can find a way to make this happen. I believe in you. And I won’t have sex with anyone but you, Ivan. Only you. If you give this to me, I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll be yours forever.” I met his gaze evenly. “I don’t want to belong to Alexei. I’d rather fuck a stranger than give my body to him.” He bit his lip. I knew he respected me enough now to understand my feelings. Besides—I was right. And horny. “But all I want is you.”
“You just young girl, Julie,” Ivan said, and faced forward again. Too late; I could feel his cock getting harder underneath me, where I’d pressed my body further into his lap. I shivered a little bit in anticipation, involuntarily grinding my wet pussy against his leg. He had to know how I felt. His eyes locked on mine. “You never been touched?”
“Yes, Ivan,” I whispered, allowing myself one more little twitch, feeling my pussy flutter again. “By you.”
“I knew it,” he said softly. “I knew it first time I see your beautiful face---a girl like a flower. Perfect, beautiful girl.” His rough hands caught my face and brought it close to his own. “Julie, I never love woman before. Never. I have sex many times, many women. They mean nothing to me. I am not cruel to them, but it is nothing. But you…” He stared into my eyes. “Do you understand, you must marry Alexei? You must, or something terrible happen to woman I love?”
He brought tears to my eyes. “I don’t care, I don’t care—”
“But I care, my beautiful Julie.” And now there were tears in his eyes. He wiped them away, then gripped my face one more time. “I make love to you, I will never make love to anyone else, ever again. I make love to you, you marry Alexei, you stay safe. I am sad because I am alone, but I am happy, because you are safe. Do you understand?”
“No,” I said, horror washing over me, but he held me fast.
“I will do this, I promise. I will ask Alexei to always guard you, to be yours,” he whispered. “But woman I love, you must be safe.”
“You’ll make love to me?”
“Yes,” Ivan whispered. “You do what I ask? Then yes.”
“I only want you,” I said, but he shook his head.
“Alexei is good man—women love Alexei, and,” he sighed, looking away from me, “I told you, we share women before. No big deal, if you do not love them. But… Once Alexei have you, I only bodyguard,” he said, his voice empty. “I do this now, but then, I only bodyguard.”
A thought occurred to me. “If I marry Alexei, I want you to find a way to be with me,” I told him. He glanced at me. “If Alexei is as good a person as you say, if he’s as clever and smart as you say, then he won’t want to be with a woman that loves someone else. I love you, Ivan. I want you.”
“You so young, you have no experience—”
“Stop ignoring what I’m saying,” I told him, and he swore under his breath. “I am yours. I will do what you ask, and marry him,” I explained, and he finally looked at me with a glint of hope in his eyes, “if you will do what I ask, and find a way for us to fix this.”
“Promise me, Julie.”
“I promise if you do,” I murmured, and licked my lips. Ivan hesitated, leaning back to look me over again. I resettled in his lap, my body screaming at the loss of contact and needing to be pressed against him once more.
“You tempt me,” Ivan said sternly. “I do not understand how beautiful young virgin is so…” He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but I could see his pulse quicken in his throat. “You are dangerous.” His cock was underneath my leg; I could feel it getting fatter. “You don’t know what you doing, Julie.”
“I’m asking the man I love to show me he loves me too,” I said, and pressed my breasts against him.
“You not break this promise,” he said gruffly, the storm reappearing in his eyes. “You break promise before.”
“Then punish me,” I whispered in his ear. His knuckles blanched. “Teach me what happens to naughty young virgins when they break a promise.”
“You need lesson,” he growled, and before I could stop him, Ivan was between my legs and I was pinned on my back on the couch. His strong, heavy body trembled as his animal nature fought for control. This isn’t what he’d done before! I got scared again and squirmed every which way, but he had both of my arms crushed above my head. My nipples were rough little pellets as they pushed against the fabric of my shirt, and his sleek body slammed down on my hips. My legs were wide open, my wet pussy exposed, and then... I felt it. My Ivan’s huge cock was right there, hovering above my untouched pussy, a tight, tiny hole, slick but clenched shut. “Julie,” he whispered, “do you give yourself to me?”
“Yes Ivan!” I thrashed in his grasp, pretending to break free and trying to tempt him to enter me at the same time. He just glared down at me, his massive cock bobbing in the air, fully engorged once more. “I promise!” I didn’t think about the words I was saying; I didn’t care about all of his hesitation and warnings right now. I didn’t care about anything but him.
“You don’t understand,” Ivan murmured, watching me struggle. He shook his head. “You can’t. You too young…”
“I won’t break my promise!” My breasts were pointed right at him, my hard nipples scraping against my wet shirt. The smell of my sex filled the air between us, and Ivan leaned down to look at my spread legs. He pinned my arms together above my head using one hand and reached down between us with the other one to lay his palm down over my heart.
“Don’t break my heart, my Julie,” he whispered, and I watched as he used his shoulder to wipe away the tear that crept into his eye. The passion pouring out of him frightened me into stillness. “Please don’t break promise.” His dark eyes were completely dilated. I realized the emotions inside of him were torture for his calm, still soul. “I will watch you marry Alexei. I will be there for my Julie--always.” I did the only thing I could do, watching the man I loved in so much pain--I kissed him.
We’d never kissed. Not once. Not in all the moments of comfort he had provided me, not ever in our months together. Not even moments ago, when he finally let me taste him. I kissed him with the weight of everything I wanted—all of my love, all of my need—and I knew he could taste it in me. When he leaned back, there was a new glimmer in his eye, one I had never seen before.
“My Julie,” he said, “now I keep my promise.” His lips trailed over mine, soft as sin. “I try teach you soft, before rough.”
“Oh,” I breathed, feeling the heat of his body over mine. “I like it rough.”
He chuckled softly in the way I loved and seldom heard. “I know.”
“Then teach me,” I said, shifting my hips to tempt the heavy member he kept gently brushing against my belly. “Teach me everything.” He chuckled again, sliding his hands over my body as he supported himself on his elbows, his body arced over mine. He was perfect. Slick with muscles, dense with tension, Ivan began to run his gaze over me with unchecked lust for the first time. It made me moan to see it.
“Because you are virgin, we go slow.” Ivan used a finger to tap the swollen button above my pussy lips, and I cried out with pleasure. “I want you touch this, not too much pain.” His fingers slid lower down, between my dripping pussy lips. “This is mine, tonight, Julie. I fill you, slow, then I fuck you. Rough.” His eyes came back up to mine, and I whimpered. He slid one finger inside of me, the slick, pink walls closing tightly around it instantaneously. “Okhuyet’, you so tight,” he murmured, then leaned back a b
it. He dipped his finger in and out a few times, making me pant, then brought his head to my breasts. Ivan latched his teeth on one of the hard buds of my nipple; his bite was practiced and perfect, making a scorching hot shiver run over my entire body. Just as I cried out, pleasure overwhelming me, he sank his hard, hot cock deep inside of my virgin hole.
“Ivan!” It hurt so bad. He held it there, letting me throb around him, feeling me reel from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain. “Ivan it hurts,” I whimpered, arching my back away from him into the couch, but he just started to suck my nipples through my shirt. I took a couple deep breaths, letting the warm, wet feel of him distract me from the pain below. Once I was pinned by his cock, he let go of my arms and leaned back to look at the juncture of our bodies. I squirmed a little bit, but only because it still stung. The pressure was incredible.