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Alina expected him to jump her the moment they arrived inside their hotel room. The shuttle ride from the airport to the hotel had nearly been unbearable; each jostle of the bus under the freshly plowed roads had made her legs clench together, the weight of Aleksander's hand wrapped around thigh being the only thing that kept her from throwing all rational thought out the window and climbing into his lap.
She hadn't thought they'd get this chance, that she'd have to fly back to New York with nothing more than faded memories of what of his fingers felt like inside of her while they sat together in the airport waiting for rescheduled flights after the storm.
And sure, it was Christmas day and she was supposed to have flown home by now, logically she knows she should be more upset about it, but all she can think about is him.
She would've been embarrassed if it weren't for the fact that he wants her just as badly, that the grip on her thigh became tighter the closer they got to the hotel, that his hand stayed firm on her back the entire way to their room as if he couldn't bare the thought of not touching her either.
Alina can't help it when she's grabbing him the moment the door closes the behind them, desperate to feel his mouth on hers again.
She’s surprised when he just tsks at her, extracting her from the assault she tried to begin on his mouth with two firm hands on her shoulders, a small whine of frustration spilling from her lips.
“None of that,” he scolds gently, “Good little girls get themselves ready before they get fucked.”
She blinks up at him and licks her lips, stares at his that are slightly shining from her spit. The words he says go straight to her cunt, because all she wants is to get fucked right now, for him to pin her to mattress and turn her into the sobbing mess she’s already on the verge of becoming for him.
“Get ready?” she finally murmurs.
He strokes her cheek with the back of his finger and she melts under the touch, eyes drooping when he repeats the motion.
“Take a shower, pet,” he tells her. No one’s ever called her that before and she can tell he notices when her breath hitches, those pretty lips smirking down at her, “I’m going to need you nice and relaxed, yeah?”
A shower sounds perfect actually; she knows she smells like an airport and her skin feels both sticky and dry from the recycled air she spent the last 24 hours in.
“That sounds nice,” she admits.
His smirk turns into a small smile, the finger on her cheek turning into his entire hand, cupping her face gently before he gives her a small kiss.
“Don’t touch yourself in there either,” he whispers against her lips, “Daddy always knows.”
***
It took everything in him not to pin her against the door of their room the moment it closed and get his cock inside her but he knew she needed a moment to adjust.
The frantic way she kissed him was almost adorable, like she thought if he didn’t fuck her right now he never would, as if it’s not all he’s been thinking about since the moment she curled up next to him in the airport.
He didn’t want to rush things with her, had to with his fingers, quicker than he’d normally like under the threat of someone catching what they were doing.
Here in the safety of this hotel room he can take his time with her the way she deserves, can bring her to as many orgasms as he wants on his tongue, on his fingers, his cock.
Their flights out aren’t until tomorrow.
Something that would’ve driven him mad if it weren’t for the woman currently shutting off the shower in the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom opens and a tuft of steam rolls out framing Alina’s head, her body wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her skin flushed from the heat of the shower.
Her hair is piled on the top of her head, dry, and he has some sudden urge to wash it for her later.
He has to physically push the thought from his mind, make his legs move so he can stand in front of her and cup both her lovely cheeks in his hands, unable to ignore the way he practically holds her entire face.
“Feel better?” he asks her.
“Mhm,” she hums, “Thank you.”
Aleksander chases her thank you with a kiss, marvels at the way she immediately goes pliant and lax underneath him, all but melting into the kiss for him with a tiny pleased whine. He can feel her energy underneath his grip, against his lips, how she’s trying and failing not to squirm.
He could spend the rest of his life kissing her, but wants, more than anything, to see how pretty she looks when she comes.
Aleksander pulls away, smirking at the tiny pout on her lips, her eyes already drooping.
“Let’s get this off, shall we?” he asks, fingers skirting around the folded edge of her towel, tracing against the swell of her breasts.
She wets her lips and nods, her hand looking comically small when it reaches up to settle next to his. Alina tugs the towel and lets it fall, those thoughts about taking his time nearly going out the window at the sight of her.
“On the bed little girl,” he murmurs, “I’d like a taste.”
***
She’s going to explode.
She’s never been so turned on in her life and all Aleksander’s done is get her naked, get her to lie on the bed, grab her ankle, and stare at her.
His thumb brushes the small bone and she shudders, the leg he’s not pinning down moving up with a mind of its own, desperate for some kind of friction between her legs.
“Sasha,” she whines, “Please touch me.”
“Such a sweet little girl,” he coos, “Asking so nicely.”
She bites her bottom lip, nodding her head because she was being nice, she’ll be as nice as he wants so long as he does something.
He tugs at her ankle, pulling her down the bed with a small woosh of surprise falling past her lips. He settles her on the edge of the mattress, her knees hanging over but her feet not quite touching the floor.
The sight of him lowering himself between her spread legs is enough to make her moan and he chuckles, pressing a small kiss to the inside of her knee.
“If at any point I do something you don’t like, just tell me you’ve had enough.”
“O-okay.”
She’s not sure there’s anything he could do to her that she wouldn’t like, but she’s hit suddenly with how safe she feels in the hands of a practical stranger.
Kisses up her thigh.
“Let me take care of you, pet.”
And oh, oh that sounds nice.
“Okay, daddy.”
“Sweet thing,” he murmurs. He reaches up and spreads her folds, smirking slightly, “Let’s see if you taste as sweet, hm?”
The first press of his mouth on her cunt makes her gasp, the slow lick from her hole to clit, all consuming. She learns, shortly, that it was nothing more than what he promised, a taste, because the next move of his tongue runs over her so harshly she has to grip the comforter beneath her fingers just for something to hang onto.
She thinks maybe she’s never actually been eaten out before, that her ex-boyfriend wasn’t just inept at loving her but was also just bad at everything else.
Because this, this is bliss.
“So pretty, little girl,” Aleksander breathes against her, he fits a finger at her entrance, dips but doesn’t let it go in and she cries out in frustration, surprising even herself.
“Please,” she begs, “Sasha, more.”
“Hm, baby wants more?”
His tongue curls around her clit, caresses and rubs it slowly, her hole clenching around the tip of his finger beckoning it further inside her.
“Want this little cunt stuffed?” he asks, “Want daddy to fill you up with his fingers?”
“Yes, yes, daddy, please,” she cries, squirming backwards against him, “Need it.”
And she does, nearly cries when he shoves his finger inside of her. It’s so much bigger than hers but it’s not enough and she rolls her hips backwards seeking more.
He pins her down to the mattress with his other hand firm on her hip, rising slightly over her cunt.
“Relax, pet,” he scolds, “I promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“So let me.”
Aleksander leans down and fits her cunt back against his mouth, licking at her with sure movements that have her legs trembling. He slides another finger into her hole, and spreads, opening her up so he can shove his tongue inside her.
She feels exposed, like he’s taking things from her she didn’t even know she had to give. He curls his tongue inside her, up to her clit, sucks, back down again to her hole, repeats, makes her stomach twist and turn with each lick he gives her.
“Daddy,” she whines, “daddy, daddy, daddy.”
“There’s my girl,” he praises, “Gonna come for daddy? This little pussy is so sweet, Alinochka, now be a good girl and come for me.”
She’d be embarrassed at the noise she made if she wasn’t so close to giving him exactly what he wanted. Reaches down and tangles her fingers in his where he still held her hip down, grips them tightly when he plays with her clit again with his mouth, the wet squelch of his fingers inside her making her cheeks heat.
“God, fuck,” she moans, “Please, just like that.”
He groans against her, keeps going, doesn’t let up with his fingers or his mouth and she grips his hand so tight she’s briefly worried it’ll bruise, her other hand flying up behind her to grip onto the headboard. She fights the urge to roll her hips and instead lets him get her there, lets him take care of her in the way he promised, her orgasm making her melt back into the bed with his name half moaned around her tongue.
She comes out of the haze slowly, ready to beg him to get inside her but he seems to have other plans, shoves her legs up towards her chest and folds her in half like some kind of paper doll, spreading her cheeks to press his tongue along the rim of her other hole.
“Oh my god,” she cries.
Alina holds her legs and lets him continue to swirl his tongue around her asshole, prodding at the puckered hole over and over again. No one’s ever licked her there, no one’s ever been inside her there, and in a brief fit of insanity she thinks she’d let him have it, claim it before anyone else ever could.
Let it be his.
He shoves two of his fingers back inside her cunt, his thumb skirting over her clit. She can feel her wetness drip down from her cunt to her ass and he uses it, the juices and warmth of his tongue on her asshole making her heart flutter uncontrollably in her chest.
“Wish I could stuff you up here while you sat on my cock,” he tells her, “You deserve to be full, don’t you, little girl?”
“Yes, daddy, wanna be full,” she slurs. She wants to be stuffed and full and used by him, so much so it startles her, lost when the pleasure continues to overwhelm her.
He chuckles as he continues to finger her.
“Course you do, pet,” he says, “Next time.”
He returns to licking at her asshole, fingerfucking her much like he did inside the airport, only now it’s so much better, now she’s got his mouth and promises she can’t stop thinking about.
Next time.
Next time.
Next time. Next time. Next time.
He wants her again.
Daddy wants her again.
***
She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
He thinks he could lay in between her legs and have her keep coming on his tongue until she passed out, until he could wake her up with another orgasm in the very same way.
But she’s squirming and starts crying, his weepy little girl, words of daddy get inside me barely managed around her pretty tears.
He can’t not give her what she wants, maybe later he’ll have her choke on his cock, but for now he shushes her, kisses her to quiet her, gets himself undressed and moves to his suitcase to get a condom.
“No,” she protests with a small cry, “Daddy I wanna feel you.”
And rationally he knows this is a bad idea, that he should not be fucking a stranger bare, but she’s looking at him like it’ll absolutely kill her if she doesn’t feel his cock inside her without the barrier of a condom, and fine, fine maybe he wants to feel her too.
“Little girl wants her daddy to fuck her bare?” he teases, “Naughty thing.”
He moves over her and takes her nipple into his mouth, tugs it with his teeth and plays with her other breast. She wraps her legs around his waist and rolls her hips upwards, whining oh so beautifully when the head of his cock catches against her slick center.
“Fuck me,” she cries, “Please I’ve been good, please.”
He releases her nipple and blows on it, smirking when her eyes flutter.
“Sweet girl,” he tells her, “Stay still so daddy can get his cock in you.”
He can tell it’s a struggle for her but she stops squirming, her eyes big and pleading. He knows he stretched her, but she’s so small, thinks he might actually break her when she’s stretched thin and he’s barely gotten the tip inside her.
“More,” she begs, “Daddy more, I can take it, promise.”
He presses in further, shushes her when she lets out a small cry. He holds onto her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek, his other hand reaching down to play with her clit, rubbing it for each inch she takes of him.
“Look at you,” he marvels, “Fit me like a glove, pet, this little pussy was made just for me, wasn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpers, “Daddy’s little pussy.”
He has to shove his fingers into her mouth to stop the words spilling from her perfect lips so he doesn’t come inside her immediately, but all she does is suck them, rolling her hips slightly to get his cock fully inside her.
Aleksander keeps her mouth stuffed with his fingers, slowly taking his cock out of her before he slides himself back in, the wet heat of her cunt nearly choking him with how tight her grip is.
“So tight for me,” he murmurs, “Gonna have to break you in, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want daddy to break in his little girl so he can fuck her however he wants?”
She nods her head, tears in her pretty eyes while she keeps sucking on his fingers. She’s so desperate for it, starts fucking herself backwards on his cock and he watches for a minute in quiet awe at the sight of himself disappearing inside her over and over again.
It’s not enough and she whines in frustration, her tears coming out harder.
“Hush, pet,” he tsks, “Don’t work yourself up, let daddy fuck you.”
He takes his fingers out of her mouth to be rewarded with a gurgly moan when he starts to properly fuck her, the bed rocking each time he thrusts into her.
Aleksander uses his spit slicked fingers on her little clit, his other hand resting next to her head on the mattress, eyes roaming over her perfect body.
“There you go,” he says, “Isn’t that better? Told you I’d take care of you.”
“Thank you, daddy,” she sniffs, “Th-Thank you.”
“So polite,” he coos, “Do you know what polite little girls get?”
“A kiss?” she guesses.
“A kiss.”
He leans down and kisses her, her tongue soft and pliant against his. He maneuvers her the way he likes, keeps playing with her clit and her tongue, fucks her until she starts babbling nonsense against him.
He almost wants to stop, see how much she’d cry if he didn’t let her come yet, but she’s so pretty when she comes and it is Christmas after all, so he figures he can be nice for now.
“Give it to me, pet,” he orders, “Let's see how much you want it.”
***
She does want it.
Thinks she’s going to die if he ever stops fucking her.
Thinks she’s going to die if he doesn’t fill her up, doesn’t give her a—
She whines.
Comes.
Needs more.
Needs more.
***
“More daddy,” she cries; he’s not sure how she can still want more after falling apart for him like that. “Let me say thank you.”
“Such a sweet thing, you don’t have to.”
“Want to,” she sniffs. She tries to roll but can’t, isn’t strong enough to get them to where she wants them.
“Little girl wants to go on a ride?” he asks. She nods, palming his beard before she kisses him, moaning into his mouth when the next thrust hits her particularly deeply.
He keeps them connected when he flips their positions, hands on her hips while she settles above him, gripping his hands with her own.
“Pretty little thing,” he murmurs, “Show daddy how badly you want it.”
“Want it,” she promises, “Want it so bad.”
She starts bouncing on him, her rhythm slightly uncoordinated through her slight desperation, but she’s a vision before him, her tits moving up and down so much that he has to sit up and latch onto one, groaning when it causes her to roll her hips even more.
“Daddy, daddy, fill me up.”
He grips her hips tighter, flicks her nipple with his tongue, meets her thrusts with his own.
“Need it,” she continues, crying above him, “Need everyone to know daddy took care of me.”
Not for the first time since he met her does he think he’s dreaming, that this woman is actually just something plucked out of his unconscious and into his lap.
“Tell me, little girl,” he demands, needs to hear it from her mouth, “Tell me how they’d know daddy took such good care of you.”
“With a baby.”
She whines, her cheeks bright red in embarrassment but he just groans, sits up and forces her mouth to his, kissing her pitiful cries away.
“Little girl wants a baby?” he asks, and maybe he’s lost it a bit too, delirious on the thought of Alina with a swollen stomach, of being tied to him this way.
“Yes, daddy,” she whines, “Your baby. Want your baby in me. Want you to take care of us.”
“Oh my poor little thing,” he says. He can’t believe no one’s ever looked after her, realizes with a suddenly clarity that this night can’t just be one night, that maybe it makes him insane but he’ll just have to be the one to treat her right, “No one ever took care of little Alina, but daddy will make it all better, I promise, love.”
“You’ll come in me?” she asks, “Take care of me?”
“Of course, good little girls get what they want.”
“Oh, oh thank you, Sasha.”
He kisses her jaw, sucks on her pretty neck and finds her clit with his fingers, feels the moan reverberate in her throat against his lips.
“Give me one more little girl,” he orders, “One more and daddy will fill you right up.”
“I’m so close daddy,” she promises in that sweet little voice he can’t get enough of, “Want to be good for you. Want your come. Your baby.”
“I’ll give it to you, pet,” and in that moment he will, he’ll give her whatever she wants, forever, his entire brain a mantra of mine, mine, mine, with each bounce she does on his cock, bringing herself closer and closer to falling apart again for him.
“Sasha,” she whines, “Gonna—I’m gonna.”
“Go ahead, little girl.”
She stills on him, arching forward in a little curve when she comes, her cunt clenching so hard he hisses.
“In me,” she begs, “Daddy in me.”
He doesn’t know how she’s still so squirmy, how she can possibly still form the words, and again, thinks next time, because there has to be a next time, next time he’ll break her until she can no longer even beg.
Right now, he wants to hear it.
“Tell me how badly you want it, little girl.”
“Oh, please, daddy,” she cries, making the cutest little noise when he starts thrusting into her rougher, “Need you to come in me. Need you to fill me up so I can have your baby, so I can be yours.”
“You are mine, Alina.”
Things he probably shouldn’t say, but she moans and grips him harder, fucks herself on him rougher, for him.
“Perfect,” he manages, because she is, this woman is perfect, she’s his, “My perfect little girl.”
“Yours,” she agrees, “Daddy m’yours. Want you to come inside me, please, please.”
Maybe she already has him wrapped around her finger.
He fucks her.
Kisses her.
Gives her exactly what she wants.
***
She must’ve passed out.
Her mouth is dry and she blinks awake, her face pressed into the warm curve of his neck.
She can feel him tracing absent patterns up and down her spine, his breath even, relaxed.
All at once things start to rush back to her and she remembers the words she said, that she begged a literal stranger to give her a baby.
She sits up a bit, staring at him with wide nervous eyes while he frowns slightly at her.
“Sorry— I don’t know where— I never— I mean, I’m on birth control,” she tries to explain, her words tumbling out of her in a jumbled mess.
He shushes her and kisses her forehead.
“It’s okay, pet,” he promises. Her shoulders lose a bit of their tension. “Did I seem like I minded?”
“No,” she mumbles.
“Hm?” he teases, “Daddy couldn’t hear you.”
She rolls her eyes, smiling slightly.
“No,” she says again, a bit louder. He returns to rubbing her back and she relaxes against him, tucking her chin against his chest.
Her heart rate slows the longer she listens to his even one beneath her ear, lulling her.
“Sasha?” she says.
“Hm?”
“Is it weird if I say this was the best Christmas I’ve had in awhile?”
She feels his hand still and she’s worried for a moment that she overstepped, that words during sex is one thing, but this, the seriousness of her statement, is too much.
The anxiety vanishes a second later when he grips her hip, tugging her further against him.
“No, Alina,” he replies, “It was the best Christmas I’ve had in a while too.”
She presses her smile into his warm skin, snuggling further into his side.
It’s a shame their flights are tomorrow, because while she misses her own home and her own things, she’s not excited to leave this little bubble quite yet.
She hasn’t been able to ask if Chicago is home to him, is far too scared to find out if it is, or worse, if it's somewhere even further away from her home in New York.
There’s little thoughts in her head already flitting about though, because there’s not really anything in New York keeping her there. That if home for him was somewhere else, and if he asked, she might not say no.
It’s probably too soon to be thinking these things but she reasons it was also too soon to beg him to impregnate her and yet somehow he was completely fine with that.
She blinks her eyes open and her brow furrows.
“Wait,” she murmurs, “Wasn’t this room supposed to have two beds?”
“We’ll definitely have to complain,” he teases. “Though it probably would’ve just gone to waste.”
“Maybe I wanted to use both.”
His hand dips lower, palming her ass.
“I think we can use this one just fine.”
***
When they return to the airport to fly out to their destinations he doesn’t part ways from her, bizarrely finds out that they’re both headed to JFK.
She’s so afraid to ask that she just doesn’t.
Accepts the little kiss he gives her before he boards the flight, had watched in amusement as he tried to upgrade her to first class despite the flight being overbooked.
It’s the longest two hours of her life because what if?
What if. What if. What if.
Finds him waiting outside the gate for her, his roller suitcase at his feet while he types rapidly on his phone with one hand.
“You still headed upstate?” he asks once she’s near.
“No,” she replies, “I don’t have a car and everyone’s already up there so…” she shrugs, leaves out the part where she’s probably going to return back to her little apartment and spend the remainder of the holiday alone.
“Come home with me,” he says and her heart thumps with a hope she tries to keep at bay.
“Home?”
“Manhattan.”
Oh.
Thank god.
She grins and nods, rises on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, takes his outstretched hand when he offers it.
Thinks maybe there’s such a thing as Christmas miracles.
Knows for sure a few months later when she’s got a stick with two blue lines on it and a ring on her finger, a promise that daddy will take care of them, warm on her lips.
fin.