Russian Daddy – Yes Daddy Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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“I didn’t know there was a Russian Mob. Is it like the Italians in the movies?”

“No, not exactly. Hollywood has a way of exaggerating everything. If they didn't, nobody would watch, am I right?”

“I don’t know… Is it dangerous? I mean, has your life been in danger?”

No, I’m not going to be honest with her about that. She doesn’t need to know that I’ve put my life on the line many times for the business. She doesn’t need to know the unspeakable things I’ve had to do to keep myself alive.

“No, like I said, it’s not like the movies.”

“But what about the police? I mean, you’re doing things that are illegal, right?”

“Technically, yes, but nothing that hurts anyone innocent. I mean, people make choices and some of them make bad ones. They gamble when they borrow money they can’t pay back. If they didn’t make these choices, then there wouldn’t be a market for what I do, right? Why should the government get involved in these personal business affairs? We don’t go out looking for these people. They seek us out. Why are we the bad guys when we give them what they want and expect what they agree to in return?”

“I’m not judging you. This isn’t a morality thing. I just don’t want to see you get arrested or worse.”

“What did I tell you? You can trust me. I’ve been in this business since I was eighteen years old, and I haven’t spent a night in jail. I have a squeaky clean record because I don’t take stupid chances. Now, I’ve been promoted to a position that will keep me off the streets most of the time so I’m even less likely to be implicated in anything. Do you trust me, little girl?”

“Yes, I do. I just don’t want to lose you. We’ve just started and…”

I pull her onto my lap and kiss her deeply. She puts her hands on my face and closes her eyes.

“You’re right. We just started, and we have a long way to go.”

I take her in my arms and ask, “Where’s the bedroom?”

Cradled like a baby in my arms, she points to the end of the hall. I carry her to her bed and lay her down. I kneel on her thighs and lift her shirt over her head then grab the center of her bra and pull on it until it snaps and breaks loose. I take her tits in my big hands and squeeze.

“You’re the sexiest girl in the world,” I whisper. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

She swallows hard. “You should know. This is my first time.”

Her words set off an explosion inside my brain. I knew she was innocent but not this innocent. How could someone like her still be a virgin? She’s had to have been fighting guys off since she hit puberty. I don’t know why I’m questioning it. This is a dream come true. This is my opportunity to be her first, last, and only lover.

I take so long to respond that she squirms beneath my weight and asks, “Is that a problem? I know I don’t have any experience, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me? Baby girl, you could never disappoint me. What you need to understand is that I don’t make a habit of sleeping around. I want you but if I take you, you’re mine. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes. That’s the reason I’m a virgin. I didn’t want to just be added to someone’s body count. I wanted to be with someone I cared for and who wanted only me. Does that sound childish to you?”

“Childish? No. I think that’s one of the most mature things I’ve ever heard.

Without breaking eye contact, I take my shirt off. She brings her hand to my chest and traces the outline of the scar that runs from my right pec down to my waist. I lift her hand to my mouth and suckle her tiny fingers. The scar is a story for another time.

I remove her jeans and drop my pants. My swollen cock stands erect and slaps her on the belly. She stares at it as if it’s the first she’s ever seen. I suppose it is—in person anyway.

“I never knew they were that big,” she gasps.

“Most aren’t.” I smirk and lift myself off her hips.

She bends her knees, and I spread her thighs, slipping one hand between them so I can finger her sweet little honeypot. She arches her back and moans as I explore her with my fingers. In seconds, she’s dripping wet and ready for me.

“It's gonna hurt a little at first but just relax,” I assure her as I slowly insert the tip. I press against her and hear her grunt when the tension lessens. I stroke her little clit to make up for the moment of pain and wait for her body to relax before giving her more. I feed her about half my length in slow, controlled thrusts. Her head thrashes from side to side as she loses herself in this new sensation.


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