Bratva-Mikhail

Making Up

Mikhail

I watched her sleep like the creep I was for hours. I felt like if I closed my eyes she slip away again. Having her back was exactly what I thought it would feel like, like my life had meaning again.

Those weeks without her haunted me. I may or may not have ki*led multiple johns and pimps. That didn’t haunt me at all. The thought of what she was going through did haunt me. Especially when I found out someone she trusted fu*ked her over.

But now I had her back and I was going to marry her. And figure out if I could get my vasectomy reversed. Stupid me jumped the g*n, but I wanted to make sure I never knocked any of my conquests up. Which probably was a smart thing to do considering how manipulative some of them could be, mostly Samantha.

But now, looking at my sweet girl snoring softly, I wanted to pump as many babies in her as I could. I’d make a God da*m tribe with her. She’d make the most beautiful mother. And make the most beautiful babies. So soon, I would take her away. Just for a few days. And show her how much I loved her and make her my fiancé.

By the time I was about to get a few hours of sleep the sun was coming out. I decided to get up and make us some coffee, and start booking our little vacation.

Where would I bring her? France? Greece? Maybe Italy? My proposal had to be perfect. I’d have to think about it and plan everything perfectly.

Suddenly my coffee wasn’t hitting the spot. In fact a certain hunger was growing in the pit of my stomach. Pu*sy. One pu*sy in particular.

I quietly entered her bedroom and the sight before me ripped the air right out of my lungs.

She must have gotten overheated at some point. The blankets were thrown off and she was completely exposed, lying on her back with her hands by her head. Her perfect body laid out before me like a buffet. I took immediate action and crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs slowly, staring down at her slick folds.

I slid my tongue up her slit and lightly bit her folds. She moaned but must have thought she was in some kind of dream. I continued, licking and biting, slurping her juices. Fu*k she tasted good. By the time she starting to hit her climax her eyes flew open, looking down at me, eyes wide. I could d*e right here in this moment and be perfectly happy.

She yelled out, gripping my hair. My beard was drenched. Perfect morning.

Janis

I did not expect to wake up to that. A mind blowing or*asm was just the thing to start off the morning right. But now I wanted more. As soon as he got onto his knees, I was on him. Gripping his di*k I plunged my mouth onto him. He gasped, threading his fingers through my hair.

“Fu*k sweetheart. I didn’t need anything in return but I’m not complaining. Your mouth feels amazing.”

My eyes watered taking his length in. Mikhail had the single biggest di*k I had ever seen. And sucking him made me more turned on than I thought it would.

My head bobbed up and down at a furious pace.

“Im gonna c*m sweetheart. It’s up to you where.”

That was fu*king hot. And I had to think fast. And I knew exactly where I wanted his seed. I took him out of my mouth and continued to stroke him. His breath became shallower, and I held him lower towards my chest. He grunted and threw his head back, releasing all over my chest. One spurt after another, my entire chest and stomach covered.

“Fu*k baby. I did not expect that. Let’s get you showered and fed.”

My shower was small, and despite Mikhail’s 6 foot 4 body he managed to fu*k me just fine before I was finally able to get clean.

I decided to take over the cooking after Mikhail burned the eggs, twice. I worked at a library, I couldn’t afford to waste food. At this rate I’d have to raise my own chickens. I’d be lying if I said my omelets weren’t incredible. And the groans from Mikhail confirmed it. He always loved my cooking.

“I want you to move back to the mansion.”

My fork clattered to my plate. The last time I was at the mansion, I had my heart torn out of my chest.

“I-I don’t know Mikhail. I need my independence. My last memories there aren’t great. Just, give me some time. I’ve already crossed boundaries I didn’t think I would.”

“Fine. But don’t expect me to fu*king be without you at night. I’m not sleeping without you, I can’t.”

Part of me wanted to scold him, tell him he didn’t own me and couldn’t tell me what to do, but another part of me didn’t want to sleep without him either.

“I’ll give you a copy of my key. I work late most nights, but I’m sure you have plenty to do too.”

“Too late sweetheart. I have a copy. I’m just trying not to be a psycho.” His smirk told me all I needed to know.

This man is insane. But I love him anyways.