1 Good Morning

Prologue:

I wanted to punish her! But that little slut moaned so sweetly from my smack that my thoughts instantly spiraled into pure depravity with me in control. She liked it, got turned on by my roughness mixed with just enough tenderness.

What other little secrets are you hiding, my sensitive and responsive Adele?

I knead her body, drunk on how perfect she is, how pliant and hot. I’m losing my mind over her scent, the taste of her skin, the way she feels in my hands. I’m already at the edge, losing my head from the arousal. She is right there too, on the brink, and decides to help herself with her fingers.

No way! Only with my permission!

I help my girl and cover her hand with mine, our fingers together sinking into her depths under my pressure. It’s so hot and wet there. My cock is already leaking, craving that wicked little thing even more. And when my runaway is right on the edge, I decide to make myself known.

“Well, you filthy little whore, there you are. Found you.”

My girl jerked sharply in my arms, fluttering like a frightened bird. But I pulled her tighter against me, kissing her soft neck and pressing harder on her clit with her own fingers. The arousal was already too strong, there was no turning back, and she came loudly, clenching our fingers hard with her pussy. She shook, wracked with heavy tremors, folding in half from the sensations and snapping my last restraint.

While the brunette was coming down from the orgasm that crashed over her, I pushed her toward the couch and quickly dropped my pants. She lost her balance and ended up on all fours, and I immediately filled her.

“Nazar…”

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Chapter 1

Nazar Yartsev:

“Oh yes, baby! Work a little more with those beautiful lips of yours,” I whispered to the seductive blonde who, knowing exactly what she was doing, was smacking her mouth around my shaft, all the way down to her tonsils. “What a beautiful and deep little mouth you have…”

“Ugh, Jack! Down! Place!” I hear somewhere a painfully irritating voice.

I grab the girl by her long light hair, wrapping it around my fist, and begin thrusting harder into her throat, drawing out those characteristic hoarse sounds that drive me crazy…

“Mom! I’ve already pooped!!!” Soli screams. “Mom, Jack!!!”

For fuck’s sake!!!

The image of the seductive, skilled blonde dissolved instantly. With a groan and a morning erection, right from the damn early morning, I hear the loud scurrying of five pairs of feet and two pairs of clawed paws across the parquet floor. No one was going to handle me gently, and the Yartsev family burst noisily into the early morning.

Why the hell so early?! Knowing Vicky, I’d bet there are still at least three hours left before the plane takes off!

Lazily stretching out on the bed, I grope around for my phone. Looking at the screen, I see it’s only seven in the morning, which means I was slightly off, and there are a full FOUR hours left before the flight!

Damn, I should’ve stayed in my own apartment yesterday! At least I would’ve gotten some sleep and wouldn’t have had to listen to all this chaotic yelling from my beloved relatives.

With a pained sigh, I close my eyes and dive under the pillow, planning to grab a little more sleep. The main thing is to lie quietly and not draw attention to myself, then maybe they won’t remember about me.

“Guuuuys!” I hear Vicky sing out near my door, drawing far too much unnecessary attention from the little monsters. “I wonder, what do you think our Uncle Nazar is doing in there?!”

The door to my room immediately flew open, and I saw that bitch grinning at me maliciously, blowing me an air kiss.

“Bitch,” I mouthed silently at her, and my sister-in-law only smiled even wider, smug and satisfied, because the destroyers of my magnificent dream instantly launched themselves onto my bed.

“Uncle Nazaaar!!!” the twins screamed and jumped on me, mercilessly assaulting my sleepy ears and body. “You’re already here!!! Yayyy!!!”

For a second, I thought they’d mistaken me for an inflatable trampoline. The main thing was to cover, in time, the especially important, sensitive, and delicate parts of my body so they wouldn’t be subjected to heel therapy.

“Uncle Nazar!” Soli came running in too, with Jack, immediately throwing herself around my neck and kissing my stubbly cheek.

“Hey, kid!” I jerked back theatrically from my niece. “Did you at least wash your hands? I heard what you were doing a minute ago!”

“I did,” her slightly toothless mouth smiled at me, showing her little palms. “Can you imagine, I pooped in the potty, and Jack wanted to eat my poop! But Mom didn’t let him…”

I grimace in disgust, sincerely trying not to picture that scene, which only makes the little ones laugh even harder. I shoot a martyr’s look at Vicky, and she couldn’t look more pleased, watching her family idyll.

“That’s for showing up in the middle of the night, and totally smashed!” the little brat laughs.

“I wasn’t that drunk, and you’re a very mean woman! I just wanted what was best! So I’d already be here instead of driving over first thing in the morning,” I grumble defensively, while simultaneously trying to peel the clingy little monsters off me. “And how does Kirill even live with you? With all of you!”

“It’s very easy for me to live with her!” Kirill appears in the doorway, my identical twin, wrapping his arm possessively around his wife and quickly pecking her on the lips. I wonder if he’ll ever stop being jealous of her because of me?

“Ugh! Just don’t start that in front of me! Save it for Japan!” I protest sincerely, because ever since he met his golden-haired beauty, Kirill has completely gone soft. All that cooing and lovey-dovey crap of theirs seriously gets on my nerves sometimes.

Today, those two are flying to Japan for a two-week vacation, the first time just the two of them and without the kids. It’s about time! The older boys, Andry and Egor, are already seven, and little Solomiya isn’t even six yet. But Vicky is such a mother hen, always clucking and worrying over her chicks, that only now has Kir managed to convince her not to take the kids and to arrange a vacation just for the two of them.

“Alright, my little beads, march off to breakfast! Uncle Nazar is getting up already, don’t bother him,” the mother of the family commands, and the kids reluctantly climb off me.

“Actually, I wasn’t planning on getting up yet…” I grumble, but who the hell cares!