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Alexei's POV

It's been years since I cared what time it was or when I needed to be home. I was never one to be told a curfew, and I never had anyone to go home to, so it just didn't matter.

But the nights I'm away from Aleksandra until after she falls asleep, I want to beat myself up. I told her I would protect her and be there for her; how dare I be away from her for this long. 

I'm also torn about how I feel about her. It mostly comes from the emotions Sergei drilled into as a kid. A woman was supposed to bare my heir to the mafia throne, and that was it. I should not feel anything for her; that she is only to be fucked and kept in the house. I do my best to keep those feelings down, and when I'm with her, it's though those had never existed, but it's when I'm left to myself that they arise, and sometimes, just for a moment, they win. 

It's when I enter my room some time past midnight that those thoughts dissolve. My beautiful girl is fast asleep in the middle of the bed in one of my t-shirts, and she is my only thought. 

I quietly make my way around the room; taking off my clothes, doing my business in the bathroom, and finally making it into bed. 

Aleksandra stirs as I move the blankets to get under, and her eyes flutter open. 

"Hi", she almost whispers. 

I run my hand over her hair. "Hi Beautiful."

She takes a moment, but slowly sits up to greet me. "I missed you."

I lean into her and place a kiss on her lips. But she has other ideas.

Aleksandra leaves multiple kisses on my lips, and they start to get heated. 

"Baby", though I don't want to stop her, I feel like I should. "You need to sleep."

As she starts to move to her knees and rises above me, a smirk grows on her face. "We have our whole lives to sleep."

I cannot resist this woman, so I immediately grab her hips and slide her onto my lap. She grabs the sides of my face and places her lips against mine. It gets so hot so quickly, I feel like I'm dreaming. 

My dick starts to grow for her, which I know she loves, and I love that about her. Aleksandra starts to grind on me, and I let out a groan against her lips. 

Both of us are so hungry for each other all of the time, it's so easy to get hard for her. And when she grinds against me to get me harder, I just want to bend her over and show her that she is mine. 

It's then that I take control of her, which makes her more wet for me every time. I run my hand from her hip to the fabric covering her core. I flick one finger over it, and her breath hitches. In response, she starts to run her hand down my chest, hooking two fingers in the hem of my boxers. 

Aleksandra starts to pull at them, and I can't refuse her, so I help her pull my boxers down to reveal my hard on for her. Each time she sees it, she practically drools, and I hope that never ends. 

"These pesky things", I complain of her underwear. "Don't wear them anymore."

"Yes, Daddy."

The first time those words left her lips, I was done for. I had never liked a woman calling me that before, but the way it rolls off her tongue, I was hers. 

Aleksandra rolls off of me, and pulls her panties off, never losing eye contact with me. I quickly take her back onto my lap, holding her just above what she wants. 

I push her against my tip, hitting her perfect spot. She lets out a whimper. 

"What do you want, Darling?"

"I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to fill me."

Every word that falls from her lips just instantly make me want to cum. I can feel my dick twitch, and I simply give her what she wants. 

Knowing she's already way too wet for me, I align myself with her hole, and slam into her. Aleksandra digs her nails into my back, pulling us together.

I yank at her shirt, pulling it over her head, and revealing her perfection. She throws her head back, angling herself on top of me, and supporting herself with one hand behind her.

Though I want all the control, watching her bounce herself on my dick, I would let her go all night. 

Her moans and little screams fill the room, allowing my peak to come just as quickly as she is. I love the feeling of her tight muscles contracting around me as she nears her finish. And when she asked to go without a condom, it was the greatest feeling in the world. I had never allowed myself to go without one before, my pull out game would be terrible. 

Aleksandra's back arches as she reaches her peak, and the sight itself brings me to mine. I grip her hips to force her down harder, but I know when I reach this point, I can't control my strokes. 

Her scream of bliss and pleasure fills the room, and her hole contracts so much, it squeezes my cum out of me. It fills her and coats her insides as she slows herself. 

Aleksandra collapses onto me, and I wrap my arms around her small body. We both take a moment to catch our breath, then she carefully pulls herself off of me. 

I get up from the bed and do my usual after-sex routine; where I go get a wet cloth and and clean off all of the fluids from her legs. She always smiles as I do it, each time just in her own little world. 

I return in a new pair of boxers, and she's already half asleep again; curled up and waiting for me to cuddle her. 

My piece of perfection snuggles into my side as I lay next to her. Her body is always warm, and for the past month, it has soothed me from my thoughts of my father.