“Come in my pussy,” she moaned. “Please.”
Looking back, I wondered if she knew. Up to that point, I hadn’t come in her before. I had always pulled out, plastered her face, or sent stringy white strands of cum over her big tits. But now I pulled my cock out of her ass and shoved forward into her pussy just as my cock jumped and I came. I threw my head back and arched my hips, sending all I had into her. When I pulled out, she stayed like that for a minute, her back to me, on the couch, and I saw a bit of my cum leak from her gushing pussy.
We went to sleep after that. We woke up in the morning, and we knew things had changed. We kissed, but we didn’t fuck, and we didn’t make love.
“I’m safe?” she asked me over breakfast, which was simple bowls of cereal.
I nodded.
“Are you?”
“I think so,” I said with a grin.
“So I can go back?”
I sighed and nodded.
“I love you,” she said. “I do.”
“I know,” I said. “I love you too. But…you don’t belong here. You aren’t mine.”
Chloe smiled at me. It was sad and sweet and filled with longing. “I am yours. You bought me.”
Two days later I saw her off at an airport in Boston. She was headed home. I stood for a long time after she had gone, watching the planes land and take off through a large window that overlooked the tarmac. I knew I would never forget my bought bride.
*****
THE END
BWWM Romance - The Russian’s Secret Love Child: Octavia’s Story
“Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen,” said the Russian ambassador to the United States. “I am honored to welcome you to the Russian Embassy this evening.” The ambassador glanced at his most special guests. “I am particularly pleased to be able to welcome you, Mr. President, and your lovely daughter, Octavia.”
The president of the United States, Daniel Wahlberg, nodded in recognition as the ambassador continued. “I am very grateful to you for your support in the initiative our two great countries have embarked upon together. As you all know, terrorism is the number one threat to civilization in modern times. That is why it is so important we have agree on terms to set up the Russian - US Initiative to Prevent Nuclear Terrorism. Now I am sure you don't want to hear me talking all evening, so I would just like to say, I hope you enjoy yourselves this evening.”
The ambassador climbed down from the podium in the Russian Embassy in Washington DC and gratefully accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter.
“Mr. President, as I said in my speech, thank you for attending this evening.”
“Not at all. It is a magnificent initiative that deserves my support. If a terrorist got a hold of one of these weapons, it would be the greatest disaster that has ever befallen us.”
Daniel Wahlberg looked at the ambassador. He didn't like or trust him, but the president was an experienced politician who made everyone feel they were his friend. Stanislav Kuklov was a big man, probably six feet two and very broad. He had a round face with a scar down his right cheek. His eyes were particularly noticeable because they were gray, or very faintly blue if one was being polite. Unlike the president, he had a full head of black hair and sun-tanned skin.
“Mr. President, may I introduce you to my son, Slava. He's over here on vacation.”
“It's nice to meet you, Slava,” the president said as he shook the young man's hand.
“The pleasure is mine, sir,” Slava replied.
“Have you met my daughter, Octavia?” he said, looking at his twenty-year-old daughter.
“No, sir, I have not. It is a pleasure to meet you too, Octavia,” Slava said as he lifted Octavia's hand and kissed it.
Octavia laughed at the manner of his greeting; she thought it old-fashioned but extremely quaint. “I can see you are a perfect gentleman,” she replied, referring to the hand kissing.
“Ah, where I am from, that is quite normal.”
“Mr. President, shall we leave these two young people to chat? I would like to talk to you about a matter that has been on my mind for some time.” The president nodded, and Slava and Octavia found themselves standing alone.
“If I may say so, Octavia, you look quite stunning this evening. I have of course seen many photos of you in the press, but in reality you are even more beautiful.”
Octavia looked at him before she replied. He was her age, around twenty, tall and dark, like his father. Unlike his father, Slava was handsome. She took an instant liking to his relaxed manner and blue eyes. When he smiled, it made her want to giggle, like a schoolgirl.
“It's very kind of you to say so. Is it customary in Russia to comment on a lady’s beauty so soon after meeting her?”
“If I have offended you, I apologize. It wasn't my intention to.”