The Russian's Christmas Present

by Dani Wyatt

  I reach down and pull her leggings off, tearing them from her skin then standing there admiring her sweet, young flesh.

  Her arousal is dancing in the air around me and I need another taste of her before I claim all of her once and for all.

  “Turn around. March your sweet ass over to that bed, get on it on your hands and knees, head down, ass up, then reach around and pull yourself apart for me. I want to see everything you’ve saved just for me.”

  “You’re pretty bossy sometimes.” Her eyes darken as her cheeks turn pink.

  I reach around and give her luscious ass a hard slap, making her stick out that bottom lip like she likes to do, and I answer her pout with another slap on the other ass cheek.

  “March.” I flick my head toward the bed as she gives me a bratty poke of her tongue between her lips, but she spins and follows my instructions to the letter, making my erection throb painfully, but I need my mouth on her once more before my dick pops her cherry.

  Her ripe ass cheeks both have a red outline of my hand print, which only makes me more crazed. Seeing my mark on her does something to me. Something I never felt or imagined before yesterday.

  Now, I can’t imagine not waking up next to her with some evidence of my ownership on her lush body.

  I drag a little footstool over to the edge of the bed and take a seat, admiring the view for a long moment, watching as a drop of her sweet nectar slowly makes its way from her virgin opening, down through the pink silk of her folds, and I can’t hold off any longer. I surge forward and plant my face onto her dripping pussy, listening to her whine and yelp as I lap, lick and flick my way to her first orgasm.

  She grinds her sweet, innocent cunt back onto my face as she spins into bliss. I don’t know how it’s possible, but she tastes even better that she did just hours ago. I know in the deepest parts of me this girl is mine, and whether or not my family is going to accept her makes no difference to me.

  In my opinion, it’s my parents that are from the wrong side of the tracks. Their main concerns in life are their bank accounts and their position in their plastic, self-serving society.

  They can never speak to me again if it comes to that. I’ll bring my grandfather back here to live. Build him his own handicapped accessible addition and let him live out the rest of his life watching me and Bria build ours, inspired by what he had with my grandmother for so many years.

  Nothing will keep us apart. Nothing.

  I feast my way to a second orgasm from her. Her virgin nectar soaks my beard and streams over my tongue, only making me more ravenous.

  She finally releases her ass cheeks, her hands flying out to grab at the bedding as I press the pad of my thumb to her puckered little asshole, tongue fucking her pussy, pushing her over the edge again. Only, this time her body convulses so violently, she collapses onto her side, panting and saying my name over and over like some sort of chant.

  I let her go like that for a moment while I strip myself, reaching down and calming my cock with a few strokes, spreading the slick pre-cum over the head as it pulses in my hand. I need her inner walls wrapped around me and I can’t wait any longer.

  Her body is still shaking and she’s speaking in some other language when I grab her hips and set her sweet ass back up and into place, lining her slick, shimmering pussy up with the tip of my cock.

  I grip her hip with one hand and hold my cock with the other as her unfocused eyes catch mine for a moment, her head resting on the bedding as she licks her lips and her fingers splay, as if all of her is open and ready for what’s about to happen.

  Her slick honey is dripping and coating her thighs as I seat the tip of my dick at her opening, my legs shaking and my heart pounding, knowing I’m about to secure her in my life forever.

  “You’re going to be mine now. You saved this just for me.” I feel her opening pulse and cum is already seeping from my cock, desperate to plant my seed into her virgin womb, binding me to her for all eternity.

  “I want you,” she manages, her voice low and lusty. Knowing I’m the only one that will ever have her like this makes my chest swell with pride. I wasn’t sure I would ever feel like this, but now that I do, I’ll never be able to live without again.

  I push forward, controlling her hips with my hands, holding her steady. My thick cock looks obscene, spreading her pink opening as she winces, her face turning into the bedding as her fingers curl around the bedspread.

  “God, ouch.” Her voice is muffled by the bedding. I hate that I’m hurting her, but I know once this part is over, the pleasure I intend to give her will far outweigh this bright spot of pain she will need to endure.

  “Hold on. You’re so fucking tight, baby. My dick’s going to tap out if you don’t release the choke hold…”

  Every muscle in my body is rock hard and wound tight as I do what I can to conquer her virgin resistance.

  “Just do it,” she whimpers, and I realize taking it slow may not be the best way.

  I take a deep breath, her body shaking as I dig my fingertips into her soft flesh, and drive forward on a growl so primal, I’d swear there’s a fucking grizzly in the bedroom.

  My cock tears through her virgin flesh, giving me what can only be given one time.

  I grunt hard breaths in and out as I work the rest of me inside her in rough thrusts, and my body is trembling as the tip of my dick hits the opening to her womb, making my balls seize up ready to deliver my seed directly into its new home.

  That thought only cements the fact that once my baby is growing inside her she’s mine in every way. I’ll keep her forever, even if she tries to run, I’ll find her, drag her back and shackle her to me so she can never leave.

  The walls of her pussy are so tight around my cock I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to leave her either. It’s like her own sort of bondage, and I grunt as I try to retreat only so I can pound into her again and again, until she’s dripping with me.

  “You like that fat cock filling up your tiny pussy?” I ask, my lungs burning as I hold each breath, trying to make this moment last longer. “Are you happy you saved this for me?”

  “Yes. Yes, yes…” I’m not sure if she’s answering my questions or getting ready to cum, but either way, I am the happiest man on the planet right now.

  She’s pushing herself back into me, meeting my thrusts until the hard muscle of my pelvis hits the soft roundness of her ass cheeks. My balls slap into her, her drenched folds dripping nectar everywhere.

  “This pussy is mine. I’ll take you whenever I need. I’ll come inside you as I wish.” Her moans grow as I angle my body forward, reaching under her chin to hold her throat, squeezing around her windpipe. “Your life belongs to me now.”

  As I increase the tension, I hear the hiss of her strained breathing, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around my cock again until I can barely move.

  Still, that doesn’t stop me. My hand on her throat, my dick buried to the hilt, has me nearing insanity. I hammer in and out, giving her all of me as her tits sway under her body with each slapping, grunting thrust.

  Her throat moves under my palm as she strains to speak. “I want you to cum inside me.” Her choked words have my climax building, fighting, turning me into a rutting animal, hell-bent on breeding what’s mine.

  Her pussy sucks me in and out, milking me, pulling my release forward until I know I can’t wait much longer.

  “This cunt is going to be my cock sleeve forever. My cum will be inside you every day. It’s your purpose to take it, you understand? This cock belongs to you now, just like you belong to me.”

  “Please!” she gasps as my heart speeds in my chest. “I love you.” The last three words come out in a breath as though she’s not even sure what she’s said, but they hit me like a freight train, and I don’t hesitate to return them.

  “I love you, too.” Her inner walls spasm and the sensations overwhelm me.

  She throws her head back on a scream of my name, her opening clutching at the base o
f my cock as I drive into her one last time and let myself go as her own orgasm rips through her.

  Her pussy is holding onto me for dear life and I never want to leave. I’ve found my home as my cum fills her virgin womb, making her mine completely.

  Spasms rock my body as her own slick release coats my balls and drips onto the bedding below.

  I release her throat, running my hand down the center of her back as she gasps for air and I slowly pull out, letting my dick slip free as her body collapses in a ball on the bed.

  I turn her over and climb on top, knocking her legs apart with my knees as I go, then slip softly back inside her, my cock already greedy for more. But this time, I want her eyes.

  Her kiss.

  The kiss.

  The one I’ve been waiting for my entire life.

  The kiss that tells me what I was beginning to doubt.

  I’ve found her.

  My one.

  I growl into her mouth as she lets out a little whimper. Her blonde hair is splayed around her head in waves. My dick slides inside as I kiss her softly, my hands wrapping under her quivering body, holding her tight. Her nipples are hard against my chest and I’m already on the verge of spilling inside her again.

  “My grandfather told me once, I’d know when I found the one for me. My soulmate. Even if my brain didn’t know, my heart would.”

  “So, what is your heart telling you?” Her doe eyes are half closed, searching my face for the answer, but I don’t make her wait.

  “It’s telling me I never have to look again. You’re mine, and no one will take you from me. You’re mine to love. Mine to take care of. Mine to use. Just mine.”

  Her hips rise to meet my movements and our fucking turns to love making. In perfect unison, we shift together like we have become one person, and I’ve never felt happier in my life.

  She falls off into another orgasm and I am right there with her. I’ll never get enough of her, and if my grandfather was right, she’ll never get enough of me either.

  Thank you, Santa. This is the Christmas gift I’ve always wanted.

  Chapter 11

  Bria

  “You promise?” I look at Martel, who is squeezing the steering wheel on his truck so tight I’m afraid he’s going to rip it right off the column. “You said you wouldn’t hurt him.”

  He grunts on a half-hearted nod.

  “Okay then.” I lean over and kiss the side of his face, his scratchy beard tickling my lips as he steps out of the truck and comes around to my side to open my door and help me step down. “I just don’t want to leave things so messy.”

  We are in the driveway of my father’s house, and I’m hoping it’s just him right now. I know Alice isn’t there. I messaged her last night, before her shift at the club ended, and told her some of what had happened. At first her messages back to me were full of concern, that I shouldn’t be staying there in that house where nobody respected my boundaries, and I should come down to the club, that I’d be safe in the dressing room until she was done.

  Well, when I told her I wasn’t at home anyway, and not to worry, and explained what had happened with Martel, she was relieved. She said that since I wasn’t going to be there anyway, she’d just drop in, get some things and head over to her sister’s place.

  After we get things settled here, Martel wants to head to his parents’ place, which has me nervous as well. Even though he keeps saying there’s nothing to worry about, I’m not so sure.

  I give a soft knock on the front door as we come inside. I called my father this morning, but he didn’t answer. I left him a message saying we were coming by to try to make peace, even as Martel stood in the background fuming.

  I’m not so much scared about what might happen. That my father or his friends might try to start something again with Martel. I’m afraid if they do, if any of them looks at me cross-eyed, this time they could end up dead.

  When we walk in, Martel is in front of me, looking around, but the house is silent. The living room is still a mess and the blood stains on the rug have darkened to a deep, purplish brown.

  “Dad?” I call out as we step farther into the house, but there’s no answer.

  I look at Martel and shrug as he leads down the hall and I look into the kitchen to see the broken back door shoved into the frame, with a chair propped under the knob to keep it closed.

  I hear the rush of blood in my ears as I exhale and walk down the hall toward my bedroom.

  Martel puts his arm out in front of me with his finger to his lips just as I hear the sound of someone talking and the thump and thud of noises coming from my room.

  My heartbeat races as Martel steps forward, pushing me back, just as the door knob of my bedroom clicks and a black plastic garbage bag flies out the opening, hitting the opposite wall and coming to rest in the middle of the hallway.

  “Dad.” I call out, my blood pressure rising as I start to get the gist of what’s going on.

  He pops his head out from the room, glaring. “I’m getting your stuff packed. You can get it and get out.”

  Martel snaps his tongue on his teeth as I see his hands turn to fists at his sides, but I reach out and touch his shoulder, trying to keep him in check.

  “Dad, I’m sorry about last night, but—” I start, but Martel cuts me off.

  “She’s not fucking sorry and neither am I,” he barks, and for a second my father’s face twists in anger, but just as quickly he retreats into the bedroom.

  Martel is in the doorway, looking around, and I can see his body tense. As I step behind him, I clench my teeth and there’s a clutch in my chest.

  The Christmas decorations Alice and I had up are in a pile on the floor. My closet is open, with everything strewn on the bed and half shoved into bags.

  “What?” My father barks at Martel. “You going to play tough guy with me now? You going to beat me down now? I’ll call the fucking cops like I should have last night…”

  “Dad,” I start, ready to play peacemaker, but Martel shoots me a look and I realize I don’t have much else to say.

  Martel runs his hand down my cheek and gently pinches my chin. “Go wait in the living room.” He nods back toward the front of the house, and my stomach churns, but I trust him, and doing things my way with my father all these years hasn’t delivered the results I’d hoped for. So maybe it’s time for me to let him realize there are consequences for his actions, and one of those is that I’m not going to give in to his demands anymore.

  “Bye.” I give my father a quick smile as he sneers and smacks his cane on the little fiber optic Christmas tree on the floor.

  I’m three steps down the hall when I hear a choked yelp and Martel’s low voice.

  “You’re not a man. You’re not a father. You’re pathetic.”

  “Get out!” My father’s voice shakes.

  “I’m going to get out. But until you decide to apologize for not being the father you should have been to her, until you clean yourself up, you’re not welcome in our lives. I’m the guardian at the gate now, and if you want in, there’s going to be a price. And new rules. If you ever make her cry again, ever put her in danger again, I’ll make sure no one ever finds what’s left of you. We clear?”

  There’s silence, then a loud bang, and a guttural cough from my father.

  “We. Clear?” Martel’s voice is rolling thunder and I press my hands over my nose and mouth, hoping my father will just agree so we can finish this.

  “Clear,” my father coughs out. “Now get out!”

  “I’m getting. Just know, if your daughter wasn’t standing in the other room, things would be very different.”

  With that, Martel comes back out of the bedroom, takes my hand and leads me out the door and into the truck. As he gets into the driver’s side, I reach over and touch his arm.

  “Did you hit him?” I ask as he starts the truck.

  “I’m going to protect you, Bria. That’s what you need to know. Every detail isn’t for you.
” He puts the truck in reverse, and I look out the window at my childhood home.

  I see it in a way I didn’t before now. The gutters are falling off the front, the porch is crooked and the curtains in the front window are yellowed and torn. The once-bright red shutters are a faded, sad pink, and I realize it’s been four years since my mother left, and two since I’ve had any contact with her.

  What I was holding onto there is gone. Hope can be a deceptive seductress and maybe I needed the Band-Aid torn off in order to take a step into my own life instead of hanging onto the memory of what could have been.

  “I appreciate what you did.” I give Martel’s arm a squeeze. “Last night and today. Thank you.”

  “Whatever is good for you, Snowflake, is what I’m going to do. Sometimes, you might not like it, but in my heart it will always be for the best. For you. For us. I promise you that.”

  “It might take me some time, but I do believe you.”

  “Good. Now, we’re going to my parents’, then back home.”

  The way he says ‘home’ makes my heart jump.

  “They don’t expect you to stay for Christmas? Like, your family Christmas tomorrow?” I know they’ve spent their Christmas Eve and Day together since he was born. He said his father even flew in early this morning to be sure to be here and from what Martel says, his father puts business before most everything so their Christmas is a big deal.

  “What they expect isn’t my priority anymore.” He shrugs. “Never really was, but now even more so.” He pauses as he turns onto the main street, leaving The Pines and heading toward Oakland Hills where his parents live. “Besides, I want to spend Christmas with us. I want to start our traditions right now, today. You’ve spent too many years waiting. We’re done waiting.”

  Twenty minutes later, I’m a bundle of nerves as Martel punches in a security code and two enormous, wrought-iron gates swing open, revealing a tree-lined driveway that winds back to a Tudor-style house ten times the size of the little structure I called home for my twenty years.

  There’s pine garlands and white lights around the stone pillars of the front entry, and inside a bowed front window I see a giant tree lit up. Light snow has started to fall, even as the sun peeks out from behind billowy white clouds, making everything shimmer with white.