Chapter 9 First Initiative #2
His grip tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re dripping all over me, wife. This greedy little cunt is weeping for my cock and you’re making me wait? Bad girl.”
The dirty words send a fresh rush of heat between my legs.
I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, and line him up.
The blunt head presses right against my entrance, stretching me open just a fraction.
I sink down slowly, inch by thick inch, feeling every ridge and vein as my pussy opens around him.
The stretch is delicious, burning in the best way.
When I’m fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, we both moan.
“Fuck, Roza,” he growls, head falling back against the pillows. His hands slide up to grip my waist, holding me down on him. “So tight. So wet. This pussy was made for me.”
I move, making slow, deliberate rolls of my hips. Rising until just the head is inside me, then sinking back down until his cock’s my cervix. The angle is perfect. Every downward stroke grinds my clit against his pelvis. My breasts bounce with each movement, nipples tight and aching.
Alexei’s eyes are locked on them, dark and ravenous. “Look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. “Riding your husband’s cock like you own it. These pretty tits bouncing for me. This tight cunt swallowing me whole. You’re so fucking perfect, Roza.”
His praise makes me bolder. I brace my hands on his chest and start fucking him harder, the wet sounds of my pussy taking his cock filling the room. His thick shaft drags against my inner walls with every stroke, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my toes curl.
I’m so full, so stretched, and the power of having him beneath me, letting me set the pace, is intoxicating.
“Alexei,” I moan, head tipping back. “You feel so good. So deep.”
One of his hands leaves my waist and slides up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple hard. “That’s it, Roza. Use me. Ride my cock until you come all over it. I want to feel this pussy flutter and squeeze me when you fall apart.”
I ride him faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. Sweat beads on my skin. My thighs burn, but I don’t stop. The pressure builds low in my belly, tight and coiling, every downward thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
Alexei’s cock throbs inside me, hot and heavy, and I can tell he’s fighting to let me stay in control.
Suddenly he snaps.
With a low, feral growl, he sits up, one arm banding around my back to hold me flush against him.
The new position presses my clit harder against his pelvis and changes the angle so he’s even deeper.
His other hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me down into a bruising kiss as he thrusts up into me, hard, deep, relentless strokes.
“You had your fun, wife,” he snarls against my mouth, voice dark and dominant. “Now your husband is going to fuck you properly.”
He drives into me with powerful strokes, hips snapping up to meet every downward grind of mine.
The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy echoes around us.
I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure crashes through me.
His cock hits that perfect spot over and over, the head kissing my cervix with every brutal thrust.
“Come on my cock, wife,” he commands, teeth grazing my neck. “Come all over your husband’s thick cock while I’m buried deep inside you.”
The orgasm rips through me without warning. I scream his name, my pussy clamping down hard around his shaft in pulsing waves, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure floods my body. My vision whites out, thighs shaking, breasts pressed tight to his chest as I come apart on top of him.
Alexei doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, hard and deep, growling filthy praise into my ear. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl coming so prettily for me. This cunt is squeezing me so tight. Fuck, Roza, I’m going to fill you up.”
His rhythm falters, thrusts turning erratic. With a guttural roar, he slams me down onto his cock one last time and comes hard, flooding me with thick, hot spurts of cum. I feel every pulse, every jet as he empties himself deep inside me, claiming me completely.
We stay locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside me as the aftershocks roll through both of us. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, his lips pressing soft kisses to my sweaty temple.
“Fuck, Roza,” he murmurs, voice rough but tender now. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I smile against his neck, still impaled on his cock, feeling his cum already leaking out around where we’re joined. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
He chuckles darkly, hands sliding down to grip my ass possessively. “Neither am I, wife. Neither am I.”
We fuck for hours until neither of us has any breath or energy left. Completely depleted, we’re slumped on our backs next to each other on the bed, sweaty and spent.
Alexei gathers me in his arms and pulls the covers over both of us.
I press my face into his chest, inhaling the musky scent of him and our mixed sweat and arousals. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Not because of a contract. Not because of a debt.
Because I chose this.
And so did he.