The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(59)

I wanted him to touch it. Grabbing his hand I guided it down between my legs, figuring that a simple gesture would get my point across better than words.

“God, you're all wet Sofie,” he murmured quietly, and his fingers slipped between my lips as he stroked me softly. When he hit my clit I cried out and grabbed his shoulders, trying not to have my knees buckle. It was intense, like a lightening zap that hit me when he thumped on it with his fingers.

He inserted a finger inside me, slowly stretching me and I pushed myself against his hand. It actually hurt a tiny bit, but I didn't say anything. I knew the first time sometime hurt but was better once they got past the skin.

Leaning forward I nibbled on his shoulder through his shirt as I lowered my hands down to the buttons on his shirt. I undid the buttons as his other hand reached inside my bathrobe and started to fondle my breasts.

When he rolled my nipples between two of his fingers I pressed against him hard. He had his hands all over me and I wanted more of him. Pulling his shirt apart I leaned forward and licked one of his nipples until it pebbled and turned rock hard. Then I repeated it to the other one. I put my right hand lower until I found his cock through his pants.

He was a large man, and he was erect. Solid as a rock I squeezed him through his pants, moaning as he started to finger me faster and his thumb patted my clit in a circular motion. He had my hips grinding on their own accord, and I felt a little like a wanton hussy. It was hot. I was standing here half naked in front of him and I wanted him to push me back and take me.

I took a step back towards the couch before I realized I had pulled away from him and then beckoned him to follow me. When he brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste my juices on his fingers I blushed. He smiled at me and then pushed me back on the couch and fell between my legs pushing my knees apart.

Before it registered what he was doing, he'd buried his face between my legs and attacked my clit with his tongue and lips and was sucking and licking on me. Letting my head fall back against the couch I closed my eyes. He put one hand on my leg and I could feel his hands digging into my leg. His other hand moved below his mouth and inserted his fingers inside me again, twisting and thrusting them as his tongue played with my clit.

I could feel my stomach muscles contract and tighten around his fingers as each lick and suck brought me closer to my own release. I grinded myself against his face until he was practically smothered and then I screamed as I came. My legs shook and everything tensed up so hard I couldn't move. Even my toes curled up.

Panting heavy when I opened my eyes I looked at him, he was wiping my juices off his face on my bathrobe before pulling it open the rest of the way to look at me. He stood and removed his boots and his pants and then laid to me on the couch. Pulling me on top of him he encouraged me to climb up and be the one to set the pace.

His cock felt like the softest velvet I've ever petted, and I let my thighs stroke against him as I pushed against him. I knew if I took him deep inside me, there was a chance it could hurt but I wasn't going to let it stop me. Straddling him I pushed myself up so I had space and braced myself on one knee and used my foot to get some leverage above him.

Pulling his cock into a straight upright position I positioned it at the opening of my vagina and slowly inched myself onto his cock until I reached my hymen and could feel the slight sting of pressure.

A little nervous, I just grinded my hips up and down slightly, teasing him, waiting to see if he'd grab me and help me, I didn't want to be the one to do it. Eventually, he grabbed my hips and yanked down as he pushed upwards inside of me.

Gasping at the sharp pain and my eyes watered, I took a deep breath and realized it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He froze inside of me and after my body relaxed around me I opened one eye to peek at him. He looked shocked.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

Disgruntled he gave me a funny look, “You were a virgin, why didn't you tell me, I wouldn't have--”

I cut him off, “Exactly why I didn't tell you. Thank you,” I told him and then braced my hands on his chest and started to ride him, letting my head fall back and now that I'd adjusted to his size and his breaking through my hymen had stopped hurting after a minute, it felt good.

The way I'd imagined. The tip of his head was angled just right to press against a sensitive spot inside of my vagina that had me gasping on each thrust and pressing hard against the tip of his dick and rotating my hips wanting more. Before I knew what happened I climaxed again, my entire body shaking like an Earthquake as stars exploded behind my eyes.

He grabbed my hips and jerked me on top of him since I'd frozen stiff with cumming, and he reached his own orgasm shortly after I did. Shuddering against each other, I just clung to him. I didn't want to talk, but I had no regrets. I was glad he was my first.

We spent the next three days and three nights making love on every surface of that cabin, and even outside in the woods. Then the news came that I was dreading.

They were ready for me to disappear and start over, and they had enough evidence to nail the families and men they were after.

I didn't want him to go.

Chapter 6

Ireland And Fantasies

They actually sent me to Ireland. With a new identity, enough money I was set for life thanks to my mom and the funds my dad made them give me from him before he went to jail.

I had a small house that was on a couple acres with a cute white picket little fence, and I just got a puppy. A bullmastiff. He'd grow to be a large, family protective dog. But we were going to need it.