Always Rocking: A Heavy Metal Romance (Slava Pasha series Book 4)

by A. D. Herrick

  My eyes darted up to meet hers, pleading for permission. She had one hand over her heart and one cupping her mound. I wanted to conquer them both. I wanted to own her heart the same way I owned her pussy. I wanted to write my name across them both, marking them as mine, proudly claiming ownership rights like a barbarian. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. My cock jerked in my pants as I watched her lip, slide from between her teeth lazily.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her. I had to have her right then. I flipped her over on the bed sending her onto her stomach. Wrapping my hands around her waist I yanked her onto her hands and knees. Overturning her dress, I shoved it over her back, her heart shaped ass was exposed to me. The soft pale skin begged me to mark it, to make her mine. I spread her legs shoving my face into her pussy. I licked at her like a starved animal, her sweet honey coating my lips and chin. As I licked and sucked her pussy I circled my thumb around her tight virginal asshole. “Kiev....” She cried in warning. I removed my thumb giving her rosebud a thorough lick. “Do you trust me baby?” I asked before continuing my assault on her tight bud. I tongue fucked her ass as she thrust her hips back into me.

  As much as she was enjoying my tongue in her ass, I refused to go any farther until she told me with words that it was okay. “Yes, Kiev, Yes.” She cried out over and over. “Yes, what baby?” I growled, barely able to contain myself. I knew full well what she meant; I just needed the words to spill from her lips.

  “Yes, I fucking trust you.” She all but moaned as she tried to back her ass into me. I pressed my hand between her shoulder blades, encouraging her down. “Keep your ass up and if it gets to be too much just tell me to stop.” This time I didn’t wait for an answer as I plunged my tongue into her ass. As I tongue fucked her ass I fingered her pussy, my thumb rubbing small circles against her clit.

  Emily’s screams grew louder as she begged for more. I bit her on the ass with a satisfied smirk. I had left my mark. I lapped at her pussy as I used her juices to work my thumb into her ass. Emily fucked my face as I fucked her ass with my thumb. I could feel her orgasm build as she shuddered encouraging me to continue. I removed my thumb from her ass much to her dissatisfaction.

  I rewarded her with a slap to each cheek before I inserted two fingers into her ass slowly. I was rewarded with her moans of satisfaction as her pussy quivered and came, her sweet juices coating my tongue. With one hand I unbuttoned my pants shoving them down eagerly.

  I fisted my throbbing cock, rubbing my pre-cum across the head with my thumb. I rose from my position on the floor, standing above Emily’s quivering body. She looked like a goddess on her knees, her ass eagerly fucking my hand, her slick juices coating her thighs. My bite mark stood proudly against her pale flesh. She was a wet dream come true. I removed my fingers from her tight ass with a satisfied – plop. Emily whimpered with need. “Please.” She begged, greedy for my cock.

  I lined my cock up with her tight hole, teasing it with the head. I stroked my cock, my precum glistening across her rosebud. I reached around her and strummed her clit like a guitar. I played the symphony of her orgasm with my fingers, picking away at the strings. I gently eased my cock into her tight ass, feeding her a little at a time.

  Emily’s breathing became labored as she slowly took my cock into her ass. She cried my name out repeatedly, begging me for more, begging me to fuck her. I ignored her pleas, slowly stretching her to fit me. Taking her pleasure and making it mine. Her ass slipped around me, sheathing me in a vice-like grip. It took everything I had not to cum right then. I wanted to fill her with my seed, marking her as mine, claiming my territory like a wild animal.

  Once I was fully seated inside of her I allowed her to get used to my size. I strummed her clit, my other hand wrapped around her hair pinning her in place. “Are you ready baby?” I groaned out, I fought to remain still as my cock twitched inside of her, begging to be let loose. “Yes.” She moaned sounding more like a feral animal than my innocent wife.

  “You want my cock to pound this sweet little ass of yours?” I asked giving her a teasing thrust. “Fuck Kiev.” The words were barely discernable as she growled. I pinched her clit between my fingers and withdrew my cock. I pinched her pretty little clit tighter causing her to cry out before I thrust back into her. My hold on her hair held her in place, keeping her from running away or taking control.

  The sounds she made were music to my ears as she growled, screamed, and begged for more. I released her clit, knowing the sting would be intensified as I pounded into her ass. My fingers played her clit like a Fender Strat, my cock jackhammering into her ass. Using my grip on her hair I pulled her up against me, her back flush against my chest. The change in position gave me greater access to her throbbing clit.

  Emily’s hands shot up and reached back, wrapping around my neck, her nails grasping for purchase as I brought her over the edge, sending her spiraling out of control. Her release sent me in a spiral behind her. I saw stars explode behind my lids. I threw my head back and let out a deafening roar as I shot my load deep into her sweet little ass. I continued to pump into her until I had nothing left to give.

  Our bodies collapsed onto the bed. Rolling to my side, I took her with me, her back pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, breathing in her essence. I could easily love this woman.

  Chapter 14

  “Come on babe,” Emily said excitedly as she tugged on my arm, like an eager child. I groaned in defeat as I stood and followed her off the private jet. We had just landed back in Nashville and I was dragging my feet. I wanted to stay locked away with Emily by my side, more precisely, beneath me, as I devoured her body. I already missed Vegas. I had taken Emily every which way but Sunday and introduced her to the Mile High Club on the flight home. Still, I couldn’t get enough of her. The sweet curves of her trim figure and the sight of her tight ass had me begging for more. Like a cave man, I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and drag her back into the bedroom so I could have just another taste of her. Unfortunately, dragging her back to Vegas was not an option.

  Emily had school starting soon and I knew how important it was to her. She wanted to be a teacher and I couldn’t have been happier for her. It was time I put my selfish needs behind me and obeyed my wife. I couldn’t help but chuckle as the through crossed my mind. I was obeying my wife, me, Kiev, the man that listened to no one, was obeying this tiny little vixen that clung to my hand.

  To make it up to her for missing the show we had planned to go to see while we were in Vegas we had stayed another night in Sin City. Emily thought she had won a special day, but it was me who had won the prize. I got to keep her locked away to myself for an entire extra day. We had only spent four days in Vegas and it wasn’t enough. I had postponed our flight until the last possible moment trying desperately to lock Emily away in our own private bubble. Despite my pleas, here we were, Home sweet home.

  My eyes were glued to Emily’s ass as we disembarked the plane. It was dark out, the sun having already set, but that didn’t hinder the view of the lush heart-shaped ass that swayed in front of me, it was just enough sway to leave my cock hard as a rock and begging to be buried hilt deep inside of her.

  I was so transfixed by her ass and imagining all of the things I wanted to do to it that I hadn’t realized Emily had stopped. I nearly bulldozed over her. “What’s wrong?” I asked perplexed as I looked up from my view of Emily’s ass just in time to meet the eyes of the small crowd that had gathered at the end of the private terminal in front of us. My chin hit my chest as I pounded my fist against my forehead. How did I not foresee this happening?

  Katinka, Tosha, Nik, Evie, Alexa, Damon, and Ivan all stood there staring at me and Emily. The looks on their faces were a mixture of shock and confusion. I watched as their eyes openly assessed us, weighing the image of me and Emily in front of them, trying to connect the dots.

  “Kiev?” Emily’s voice shook as she spoke. The constraints on my heart tightened a
t hearing the fear in my wife’s voice.

  I stepped forward, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulder, tucking her under my arm, her head rested against my chest. I took a deep breath steadying myself. “Em, I want you to meet my family,” I whispered near her ear.

  “Guys, I want you to meet my wife, Emily.” Emily gave the group a weak smile thrusting out her hand in a small wave. Her hand shook with nerves. I gave her a quick squeeze against me in encouragement.

  I pointed out each family member and gave a brief description of our relationship. “This is Katinka, my fiery sister, Tosha her husband slash my brother. “ I pointed as I spoke; neither of the two made any attempt at pleasantries. I let the lack of reaction from Tosha and Katinka slide as I moved on to the rest of my family. “Here we have Nik, my brother as well as Katinka’s brother and his preggo wife Evie.” Evie gave a soft wave seeming unsure of herself as Nik stood with his hands folded across his broad chest. “That lanky fucker right there is my brother Damon and his girlfriend Alexa.” Damon shot me a one finger salute, while Alexa continued to look confused, her brows drawn up quizzically. Ignoring Damon’s lewd gesture, I moved on to our last greeter. “Lastly, we have my brother Ivan.” Ivan just stood there making no move to close the distance between us.

  I was surprised at my family’s lack of enthusiasm and hospitality. Not a single one of them made any move in an effort to close the distance between us, instead, they stood there staring and assessing Emily in my arms. It was disheartening, to say the least. I would have thought that they would have accepted Emily with open arms similar to the way Evie and Alexa were accepted.

  I kept a cautious eye on Emily. Her eyes had grown wide as I introduced each member of my family. I knew she was overwhelmed. Hell, I knew them, grew up with them, and lived with them. Even I was overwhelmed.

  I studied my family’s faces, looking for any sign of anger, resentment, or even joy or excitement but found nothing. They all wore similar confused expressions, except for Evie who looked pleased to have me home but unsure of how to express herself. Evie had always been warm and inviting. I hated to see her so conflicted.

  “Gde vy yeye vzyali Where did you get her?” Katinka demanded, stepping forward as she pointed an accusing finger in Emily’s direction. I could read the anger on her face loud and clear. She had gotten past the shock and was livid. “ Iz grebanogo magazina. Gde ty dumayesh From the fucking store. Where do you think” I demanded angered by her outburst. I held Emily close, protectively. I knew no one would physically hurt her, but I would be damned if I would allow them to verbally assault her.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.” Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes as she spoke. I could feel my heart cracking watching my gorgeous wife in distress. Emily tried to pull away but I refused to let her go, holding her against me firmly. “It’s okay.” I murmured against the side of her head, in an attempt to console my distressed wife.

  “You promised Kiev. You fucking promised.” Katinka shouted jamming a finger in my direction.

  “And I didn’t break my promise.” I shook my head defeated. I couldn’t believe that Katinka would think that I had broken my promise to her. I had never once in our lives broken a promise to any of them, yet Katinka stood there thinking the worst of me.

  “Come on, baby,” I whispered against Emily’s hair as I led her away from the glaring crowd that was my family. I walked her out to the parking lot where I had hoped my truck would be waiting. I had texted Damon earlier in the day and asked him to leave my truck in the parking lot for me.

  A sob left Emily once we were out of earshot sending my heart into distress. “Hey, I’ll have none of that. It’ll be okay.” I ran my hands up and down her back as I pulled her against me. I stood there, holding my sobbing wife unable to take away the pain my family had inflicted. I couldn’t understand how they could be so blasé about how they reacted. Deep down I was fuming inside.

  “Kiev, wait up,” Damon shouted running after us. I turned to face him, shoving Emily behind me, shielding her from any further harm. I felt Emily’s hands latch onto my shirt as she clung to me for support.

  “What can I help you with D?” I asked curtly. I had had my fill of bull shit for the night. I just want to sink into bed with my gorgeous wife and undo the nightmare of this day.

  “She isn’t a mail order is she?” Damon asked ignoring my question. I watched as he tried to catch a glimpse of Emily from around me, his head bouncing side to side as she tried to look past me to the brunette that clung to me for dear life.

  I snorted out a laugh, rolling my head on my shoulders. That’s what Katinka was pissed about. She thought I had taken off to get a mail order bride. I finally rolled my head around landing in Damon’s direction. With the lift of my eyebrow, I held his gaze. I gently pulled a shaken Emily from behind me, again tucking her under my arm protectively.

  “Let’s try this again, shall we?” I raised my brows in question at Damon. Damon just rolled his eyes and smirked. The smug bastard.

  “Emily, I would like you to meet my asshole brother Damon.” I motioned with my free hand in Damon’s direction. “Damon is a cocky arrogant bastard who is more in love with himself than he is anyone else, with the exception being his son, my nephew, Dominik and his girlfriend Alexa.” Damon pursed his lips together giving me a disbelieving look and shot me the bird.

  “Damon, I would like you to meet my gorgeous wife, Emily Alexeev, formerly Emily Madison of Nashville Tennessee.” Emily cut her eyes to me giving me a look that clearly displayed her thoughts about me. She thought I was nuts. She didn’t understand why I gave her home town and I could see the confusion in her eyes. I knew I would have to do some explaining.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked feigning innocence.

  “Really, do you want to give him my address too?” She asked arching a perfectly sculpted brow.

  “Hey, they do need to know where to send my mail.” I watched as her eyes grew as wide as saucers.

  I chuckled scrunching up my nose at her in a teasing manner.

  “Wait a minute, bro. No one is moving out because of this bull shit. There was just a slight but unfortunate misunderstanding. There’s plenty of room for Emily at the house and Alexa would love to have another local to talk to. She already feels isolated as it is with everyone speaking Russian but her. Plus you have Evie speaking whatever the hell she speaks.” He explained waving his hands in the air frantically as he spoke.

  “She speaks English, D. It’s just English.” I chuckled at his vacant expression. He looked at me as though I was speaking a different language.

  “Whatever the hell it is. I’m just saying that Emily is welcome in our home.” He said giving me a pointed look. I was warmed by his words no matter how late they were. However, just because Damon had accepted Emily and came to ask me about her didn’t mean that everything would be peachy keen.

  “Emily, I’m fucking thrilled to have a new sister. Come give me a hug.” Damon said laying on the charm. He pulled Emily out of my arms and wrapped her in a big hug not giving her a chance to deny him. Damon held on until Emily relaxed in his arms. After suffering in his embrace long enough she gently patted his back signaling she had had enough. With a flourish, Damon released her back into my arms with a cocky wink.

  “You guys wait here. I’m going to go get Alexa and grab my truck. You’re going to need a ride home after all.” He said proudly as he turned to walk away. Leave it to Damon to ignore my request for my own truck and to bring the cavalry with him.

  “Where is Alexa anyways?” I called after him.

  Damon spun around and answered as he walked backward. “She’s in the truck with your luggage. You were in such a hurry to get out of here you had completely forgotten about it. That’s what took me so long to come after you.” Damon shrugged his shoulder and turned back around to continue his trek toward his truck.

  “He seems nice.” Emily smiled warmly through her
damp lashes as she looked up at me. I was relieved to see her smile after everything that had gone down. It wasn’t a big showdown full of dramatics, but I knew that being rejected by someone’s family could be painful and cut deep. They were my family and I was already feeling the pain. I couldn’t imagine how Emily was feeling from the instant rejection of my family.

  “Damon’s a dick, but he means well.” I gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face as I stared into her eyes.

  “What did Damon mean when he asked if I was a mail order?” I groaned in annoyance, not with her question, but at myself. I couldn’t lie to the vixen in front of me no matter how much I wanted to. Despite everything, I knew I needed to tell her.

  “When I told Katinka how I felt about wanting to be married and start a family she had jokingly suggested that I get a mail order bride. At first, I thought it would be a great idea. But then Katinka made me promise that I wouldn’t get one. She didn’t like the idea of bringing an absolute stranger into our home or around the babies. I fully agreed with her. However, Damon and Ivan had tried to convince me to bite the bullet and do it. I refused because I had promised Katinka. My promise is my word. I don’t break it.” Emily looked up at me thoughtfully, I could see the loving look on her face and it warmed my heart.

  “So am I your version of a mail order? You just picked me up at a club and that makes it all better?” She asked with a slight edge to her voice. I could feel the sting of her words through the smile she held firmly on her face.

  I gave an angry shrug of my shoulder. “So what? We met in a club. How many people do you know who meet in clubs? Nik met his wife Evie in a bar. Is that not the same? I think Damon either met his girlfriend in a club or online. I can’t remember.” I brushed off the thought. “It doesn’t matter how someone meets. What matters is that we did. I wouldn’t change a minute of it. I’m fucking thrilled that I got hammered and convinced you to marry me. I’m fucking thrilled that you said yes and that you didn’t run for the hills the next morning once you realized what had happened. I want to be with you. I want to stay married to you. I want to see where this goes.” I huffed out a breath, expelling all of the frustration I felt since coming home to Nashville. I watched as tears shined in Emily’s eyes. I only hoped that they were tears of happiness. We had already had enough sadness for one day.