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From Russia, With Love	By : Number9Dream Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vladimir Kozlov, this story is purely fiction. I make no monetary gain from this story.

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Over the next week, his respect for her continued, and their bond grew. She was starting to enjoy his company, and even enjoy giving him pleasure as well as receiving it from him. They hadn’t had sex for quite awhile, and she hoped that he wouldn’t try to make her do it again. It was awful, and even if it felt good for him she had never experienced pain like that before.
On a Friday night, the two of them sat watching wrestling together on the bed while she let her hair iron heat up. He looked over at her.
“Your hair is so beautiful when you do not iron it.” He ran his fingers through the soft, brown curls. “I want you to leave it like that.”
“No, I hate it.” She shook her head and forcefully pulled her hair out of his hand.
“You hate everything about yourself,” he remarked sourly as he turned his attention to the television. The iron seemed to take forever to heat up, probably because of the awkwardness that floated about the room, and so she laid down in his lap and looked up at him.
“Hi.”
“Hello,” he laughed as he spoke to her. The iron let out a loud beep to let her know it was ready, and so she sat up. He watched her pull strands of her pretty brown curls through the tongs of the scalding hot instrument. “How can you do that to yourself?”
“Beauty comes with a price, I guess.” He paused for a minute.
“Can I ask you question?”
“Yeah, go ‘head.”
“What am I to you?” This question left her feeling like someone had knocked the wind out of her. Honestly, she did not know how to answer him. Their relationship, and in truth, her feelings, went much deeper than platonic friendship now, but she was not sure whether or not she was ready to call him her boyfriend. She still wasn’t sure whether or not she felt romantic feelings toward him…she wasn’t sure what her feelings really were.
“I…I don’t know.” He was probably more pissed off than she had ever seen him.
“You don’t know? My god, woman, what more do I have to fucking do for you? I knew this would be challenge but you make it so fucking hard.”
“Well then leave! If all you are going to do is complain about the fact that I can’t fall in love with you then get out of here.”
“Sometimes, I wish I could, but I can’t.”
“What the-?”
“You have captured me. I try harder.”
“How will you try harder?” He shrugged, but she could tell he already knew what he would do. He looked around the room.
“You can tell your parents to stop paying for this place because I will pay now.” An alarm went off in her head: she still hadn’t told him.
“Oh yeah, heh, my parents.”
“Why don’t you have job, Renae?” She figured the time had come to tell him. He had been so kind to her for the past week that he really deserved to know.
“My parents don’t pay for this place.”
“What do you mean?”
“My disability Social Security does.” He seemed confused by her answer and she was aggravated by the fact that she would have to explain herself further.
“Vladimir, I’m severely bipolar. It is very hard for me to work, so I don’t.”
“Why do you go to school then?”
“If I ever get better, I’d like to have a degree so I can get a good job and make some money. I don’t want to be stuck working a minimum wage job for the rest of my life.” The look on his face shifted from one of confusion to one of genuine concern and he reached out and touched her hand.
“I will take care of you.”
“Do you really think that we will be together for long?”
“Be together?” She realized she had let that slip.
“I mean…”
“And yes…I want you to marry me.” She went cold.
“That’s ridiculous. I mean, it’s absolutely fucking ridiculous.” She pulled her hand away abruptly and began to work on the back of her hair. “For one, you’ve only been here for a couple of weeks and you have no way of knowing how a marriage would work between us. Secondly, say I didn’t get better…how on earth would you ‘take care of me’ with the job you have now? And thirdly, and most importantly…I’m not in love with you.”
“We do not have to go to marriage now. I would like to wait for while also. And I will get better job. I want to take care of you. I will take care of you.” He seemed to ignore the last part of what she said and he ran his hand over her bare thigh. She pulled her leg away, not because she disliked his touch, but because she was self-conscious about the chicken skin on her thighs. They sat in silence until she finished her hair and then he looked over at her.
“What is it now?”
“You just look beautiful.” She remembered that she had promised to be more appreciative, and more sexual, in return for his consideration of her needs.
“Thank you, Vladimir,” she said coyly. Finally his attention fully left the television and she reached for the remote and switched it off.
“What?” He asked softly. She laid him down and ran her fingers across his chest.
“You know, you really are just a big teddy bear. You can be as mean as you want in public, but I know that in reality you are just a big teddy bear. My big teddy bear. And you’re so sexy. You have no idea how much I want you right now.” The words leaving her mouth felt strange to her because she wasn’t faking it. She really did want him…she wanted to feel his kiss and his hands on her body.
“This is girl I like…” he slurred in a pleased tone, “not girl I have to fight with…” She pulled herself on top of him and pressed her hands against his chest, pushing them up to his shoulders and locked her legs onto his hips. Before he could say anything, she let her mouth drift down to his chest and began to suck his left pectoral muscle while gripping his shoulders tightly. She moved her thighs hard against his hips and let her pussy slide against his hard cock before sliding herself down between his legs. Slowly, she spread his thighs just a bit, which she found to be easier than she thought it would be, and she crawled between his legs, peering up at him to read his expression. Flames of passion burned in his eyes as he silently begged her to put his thick, hard cock inside her mouth. She lightly ran her hot, pink tongue over the head of his cock and then pulled away, waiting for his reaction. As if it was a knee-jerk reaction, he reached for her hair like he wanted to force himself inside her mouth, but then he quickly pulled it away. She pressed her tongue against him again, listening to him scream in frustration as she pulled away once more, and felt intensely turned on and drunk with power.
“Why do you do this to me?” Vladimir yelled out as he jerked back and forth, waiting for her to stop teasing him. Renae got up on all fours and stared at him as she sat on top of him, feeling his cock begin to pulsate beneath her moist, hot opening. He began to move back and forth, letting his cock rub against it, hoping that she would allow it to enter her. He screamed out in a frustrated kind of pleasure as he reached up and began to play with her breasts, squeezing them, then taking his nipples between his two fingers and twisting them. A soft moan escaped her mouth and she began to roll over onto her back and wrapped her arms around his back, gently pulling him on top of her.
“Vladimir I want you to fuck me…I don’t care if it hurts…” He seemed to heave a sign of relief and spread her legs so fast and so hard that she nearly pulled a muscle. Passion overtook him as he jerked her head back, his hands gripping her hair harder than they ever had. She could feel him grinding the flesh of her neck between his teeth and she found herself instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his shoulders, inviting him to enter her. The first thrust brought all the pain, but she found it easier this time to relax her thighs and she became more wet, which in turn made it easier for her to fit his thickness inside her tight hole. Soon, the intense, stabbing pain passed and gave way to a pleasurable sensation and as he wrapped his arms tightly around her she softly whispered his name.
“Vladimir…Vladimir…this feels good…” All he could do was grunt as his cock pumped in and out of her. She dug her nails into his back and began to move with him. Suddenly he sat up and without pulling out of her he turned her over onto her stomach.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded. She struggled to get to her hands and knees as sweat dripped off of her and he gripped her hips and began to fuck her from behind. It was so hard to support herself and she felt almost blind as tears began to fog her vision and her hair clung to her face, nearly glued there by the sweat that had begun to drip forth from her pores. She could feel her ass sting and burn and hear a loud clap as his hand hit one of her ass cheeks, and then he reached up to grab her hair again.
Unexpectedly, she could feel herself begin to shake and sweat profusely as she screamed in pleasure. She could feel herself climaxing, which in turn led his cock to jerk about inside her as his cock pumped out cum. He began to fuck her faster and faster until his cum exploded all over her pussy and the back of her thighs. As he pulled out, he collapsed, pulling her down with him.
“You were so good…” She couldn’t even speak and so she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her goodnight and quickly drifted off to sleep.
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