Chapter 29 #2
“Of course I am!” she breathes out. “I’m jealous of Rodion and Niko for spending so much time with you. I’m jealous of your family for knowing you better than I do, for longer than I have. I’m jealous of the air you breathe sometimes. Breathe me in. Let me in.”
I hiss, and my mind becomes a vortex of emotions I’ve never received before. It’s loaded, it’s ecstatic, and it doesn’t compare to anything else.
Faint pulses of this feeling—a much milder version—shot through me every single time my wife has been brave, witty, and submissive in the way only she can be. Like in that basement, or that filthy club, or that party earlier.
The realization hits me like a punch in the gut, but it’s undeniable: no matter how much I try to hide it, I can’t help but want this woman with every fiber of my fucking being. And I mean, all of her, including the heart she just laid on the table for me to hold.
She shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t be clawing at it with everything I’ve got. I don’t deserve it.
But nothing can stop me from still grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into me until there’s no more space between us.
I grind myself against her bare cunt like a fucking virgin, waves of pleasure seizing my balls and my crown.
This, right here, feels better than I could’ve ever imagined, and I’m not even inside her yet.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh, God,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders as wet sounds begin to fill the room. My jaw clenches from how hard I’m working not to come. I won’t accept anything less than claiming her fully this time around. All yesterday did was unleash the full extent of my appetite.
“I need—” she whimpers. “Please, Mikhail.”
Jesus. She’ll fucking end me before I even start.
I wrap my fingers around her lace panties and pull until they rip, and then I yank the remaining material away from her body. Now that I don’t have to keep them hooked to the side, I use my free hand to push my finger into her tight ass as she continues chasing her high.
And, soon enough, she finds it.
Her body goes taut against me as shocks of pleasure shake her from head to toe. Her thighs, shoulders, and clit all pulse, and I greedily pull her into a kiss so I can swallow those pretty moans one by one.
She’s so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.
I stroke her head, praising her through it, mesmerized by the way she convulses in pure ecstasy.
When she’s done, I sit up, gently laying her on her back as I crawl above her, positioning my fully erect cock at her entrance. I hover on my forearms, afraid I’ll crush her, as one hand wraps around her chin and throat.
“You’ll have to forgive me, but even after yesterday, this won’t be without pain.”
She shakes her head, wrapping her hand around my wrist. “I want this. Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”
I wouldn’t dare.
I smile, pressing my lips to hers as I spear her sweetest hole enough to hear her pained voice echo inside my mouth.
Warmth and softness wrap around my length, posing resistance as I work deeper into the rest of her tight channel.
Even wet as she is, there’s barely any space for me to enter.
Fucking hell. I let out a loud groan, tasting her minty breath before I lower my mouth to her neck, licking everywhere before and after I bite.
Her stuttered moans sound in my ears, and when I slide in further, she digs her nails into my back harder. It sends a thrilling sensation all the way to the tip of my cock.
“Ah,” she cries out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Divine. She feels fucking divine.
I hold my cock there for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of being filled and stretched. I don’t have to look down to know there’s blood. I could feel it smearing my pelvis at some point, a liquid I’m too accustomed to not to recognize.
“Is that…is that part over now?” she mewls, sobbing softly, her cunt squeezing around me.
“Almost,” I lie, placing a kiss on her jaw as I give her another inch or two, which intensifies her painful moans. I slide one hand under her nightgown, finding her breast and cupping it. That seems to loosen her a little.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Relax for me.”
She offers a quick nod, and I slide the silk material all the way up to her neck so she’s all bare. Gorgeous.
I bend my head down, wrapping my tongue around her nipples, one at a time, tasting her sweet, warm skin. My cock snakes between those soft walls, inch by inch, until eventually, I feel her clit at my base, eliciting a delightful moan from my wife at last.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her.
A grunt escapes me, cum swirling in my balls, eager to fill her up. My blood roars in my veins, demanding more, overflowing with a darkness that’s difficult to satiate. Only, my wife is not the fragile doll everyone thought her out to be. She can take me. She will take me, just like she asked.
I pull back a few inches before my hips slam into her. It steals the breath out of her lungs—and mine. I know it hurts her, the pain so openly displayed on her beautiful face. But she says nothing.
So, I do it again. And again. And when she gets accustomed to the sensation, her legs wrap around me, taking me a little deeper than before. Her voice hangs between us, loud and sensual, and it’s a fucking sight to behold how well she’s milking my cock. Like she was made for it. Made for me.
I pick up my pace, sitting upright so I can see her splayed out on the mattress: the way her full tits bounce, the way her lips part, the way her face displays every sensation through the furrow of her brows.
I’ve never seen something more erotic in my entire fucking life.
Not because of what’s happening, but because it’s with her. My wife.
I end up pulling out completely and flipping her on her stomach, only to enter her again from behind.
The sight of her round, perky ass is just as glorious, paired with the delicate line of her spine.
I bury my hand in her short hair, pulling her head back as I fuck her like I’m starved, blood and all.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Her cunt takes every single stroke, squeezing and releasing around me until my cock pulses. My balls tighten painfully, my body still and taut as I coat those soft walls with the proof of my possession.
“O-Oh,” she moans, wiggling her ass. “That feels good. Did you just…?”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, because from now on,” I say, breath stuttering, “you’ll be walking around with my cum plugged into your gorgeous cunt. You took me so well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you. Really fucking proud.”