Chapter 33 #2
Aleksy was stupid if he thought I’d choose his vendetta over this.
My husband will win.
Emilio’s tongue pleasures me in ways I never thought possible.
Being this good at oral should freaking be illegal.
He groans, and in seconds, his fingers are no longer between my legs. He grips my waist, flips me, and shoves me onto the couch.
I barely have time to breathe before he drops to his knees and spreads me wide to make room for himself.
He lowers his head and buries it between my thighs like he’s starving for me. His nose nudges my clit, and he drags his tongue slowly through my slick heat.
“You’re dripping for me, baby.” He pulls back just enough to show how wet his lips and chin are from my arousal.
He doesn’t wait for a response before disappearing back between my legs, curling his tongue around my clit and sucking it with just the right amount of pressure.
My knees buckle, and my back arches.
I moan his name and beg him for more.
He keeps working me with his expert tongue, sliding it along my slit before taking breaks to plunge it inside me. He alternates between licking and touching, making me a desperate, trembling mess.
“That’s my good girl,” he says. “Relax and let me take care of your beautiful pussy.”
It doesn’t take long at all, unfortunately, before I’m falling apart.
Pleasure rolls through my body as my orgasm takes over.
“That’s it.” He fingers me harder while sucking on my clit. “You going to come for your husband? Soak me with your juices. You’re all I want to taste for the next fucking century.”
His tongue circles inside me, and his fingers drive in so hard I’m shocked he hasn’t ripped something.
My thighs tremble, my stomach tightens, and then it happens.
An orgasm shatters through me.
My hair falls in my face, and my body shakes like a hurricane.
I cry out, moaning his name.
My hips lift off the couch as I give in to the best feeling of my life.
But Emilio doesn’t stop.
He moans into my pussy, his tongue and fingers still at work and not even slowing down. He wants to steal every bit of pressure he built up inside me.
God, I never want this to end.
My head is spinning by the time he finally stops.
He releases my thighs from his shoulders, holding them to make sure they don’t drop to the ground since I’m pretty much powerless.
He stands, and my mouth waters at the sight of his cock at full attention beneath his pants.
I lick my lips, just as hungry for him as he was for me.
Somehow, I gain the energy to slide off the couch and fall to my knees on the carpet in front of him. His abs tighten as I reach for his belt, unbuckling it.
As if on instinct, his hips buck forward when I unzip his fly and undo his pants. I shove his pants and briefs down. His hard, huge cock springs free, only inches from my face.
I lick my lips as he curls his hand around his cock. He strokes himself once slowly before rubbing the tip against my lips. I happily open my mouth, welcoming him, but he doesn’t give me much.
I suction my lips around him, sucking, and he tsks me.
“As bad as I want to fuck that mouth, I need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around this cock first.” He slaps my cheek with his cock.
“But you haven’t begged me yet, have you?
” He grabs my elbow, pulling me to my feet, and shoves his hand between my legs again.
“It seems I’m going to need to keep pleasuring my wife’s pussy until she gives me that. ”
I suck in a deep breath as he drives his blunt finger inside me, stroking me hard before adding three more fingers. My head drops back as I moan.
“Let me hear it, Liliya,” he groans, his lips brushing my jaw as he finger fucks me. “I won’t fuck this wet pussy until you beg.”
I reach for his cock, my goal to stroke it, but he smacks my hand away.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what?”
“Please … fuck me.”
I don’t have to ask him twice.
His hand leaves my pussy, and he’s pushing me into the bedroom and turning on the light.
I moan as he drags my shirt over my head, unclasps my bra, and immediately pushes my breasts together. He shoves them up, groaning before sucking on a nipple and biting into one.
My body is on fire, burning for him.
I’ve never felt so ready to explode.
It’s like he’s torturing me like he does his victims.
I manage to break free from him, fall on the bed, and scoot to the head. I open my legs, ready for him to put me out of my misery. He pulls his shirt over his head, flinging it across the room, and kicks his shoes off before removing his pants.
My breaths come out ragged as he climbs between my legs. The warmth of his body is another relaxant, yet it also sends more heat through my body.
He guides his cock between my folds, dragging it teasingly through my wetness.
“Tell me this is what you want,” he says. “Tell your husband you want him to fuck you because you want this marriage.”
I grip his wrist, stopping him, and settle the head of his cock right at my opening. “I want my husband to fuck me tonight, and tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives … until death do we part.”
He thrusts his hips forward, so deep that my body inches up the bed.
I cry out in pain.
I bite into my lower lip and dig my nails into the comforter.
He stops, what just happened dawning on him as he stares down at me in shock. “You haven’t done this before?”
I slowly shake my head, surprised I’m not embarrassed telling him this.
Some of the tension releases from his body, as if he’s telling it he needs to be gentler.
What looks like pride or ownership spreads across his rough face.
He gradually pulls his cock from me and slowly dips it back inside, not going as deep as he did before.
His strokes are gentler, only moving a few inches more with each one.
He’s helping me adjust to his size.
To make this more comfortable for me.
Lowering his head, he kisses me, keeping his steady pace. I feel like I’m on top of the world as our hips meet each other’s, and he cups my breast.
“Your pussy feels perfect,” he says against my lips. “Everything about you is perfect, Liliya.” He raises his hand to my face before raining kisses along the other side of my jaw.
His body presses mine into the mattress, and as each minute passes, our breathing grows heavier.
His strokes grow faster.
I start meeting him thrust for thrust.
Lifting my gaze, I stare up at my husband as he grinds into me.
He’s not a hero in a tale, but he isn’t the monster either.
He’s a flawed man who grew up in a dark world.
It’s what gave him the gray parts.
But it’s what makes my husband who he is.
Just like before, it’s as if he knows my body so damn well that it doesn’t take long for me to lose control again. I dig my nails into his back as waves of warmth flood through me.
“Emilio,” I say, moaning into his shoulder as he shoves his face into mine.
I bite into his skin as I orgasm.
A few more thrusts from him, and he collapses all his weight on me.
We take a moment to catch our breath, and he slowly pulls himself up. He stares down at me and lightly presses a kiss to my lips.
Then, to my nose.
Then, my forehead.
It’s a side of Emilio I’ve never seen before.
He slowly pulls back, easing the weight of his body off me, until he’s settled at my feet. His hand reaches between my legs, and when he draws his fingers back, I see the red painting his skin.
“Blood has never looked so beautiful,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. He pushes them into his mouth and sucks hard. “Nor has it tasted so fucking delicious.”
I should be embarrassed by this.
Grossed out.
But I’m not.
I’m glad this didn’t happen the night of our wedding.
He waited until we both were ready.
My husband didn’t just fuck me.
He made sure to fuck all the hate I had for him gone.
Or really, was there any there to begin with?