Chapter 10 Vasily #3
I nearly lose all control when I part her pussy lips with my tongue and dive into her.
She rocks her hips as I fuck her with my tongue, watching her slowly come undone right in front of me.
The taste of her fills my mouth, pulling another growl from me, and when I know she’s only seconds away from her release, I slide my tongue out and bring my lips to her swollen clit, giving her a hard enough suck to send her over the edge.
She screams my name and bucks against me, riding her orgasm out on my face, and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
When she starts to come down, I rim her clit, keeping her pleasure going until she’s ready to take more.
She’s shaking so badly that it’s only the firm grip I have on her that’s keeping her upright, but I’m not ready to stop yet.
I want to give her one more. Pressing the pad of my tongue against her swollen bundle of nerves, I rub her in firm circles, slowly bringing her back to where I want her.
“Vasya,” she moans, starting to rock harder against me again.
Her eyes lock on mine when I flick my tongue against her, making her whole body shudder.
I lick and suck her clit until she’s screaming my name again.
I work her body until she’s panting and squirming to get her overly sensitive pussy away from my insistent tongue.
Smiling, I gently kiss her swollen cunt before pressing my face against her and breathing her in.
I wrap my arms around her while she runs her fingers through my hair and then lets out a soft laugh.
Giving her one more kiss, I stand up and cup her smiling face. “I’m glad you enjoyed that, zolotse, because it’s my new favorite thing.”
“I had no idea anything could feel that good,” she admits with a cute, loopy grin.
I run a finger along one of her flushed cheeks, admiring the way the blush has spread to her chest. “You’re perfect in every single way, baby, and I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t deserve you.”
She smiles and presses her hands against my chest. When I don’t budge, she looks up and laughs. “I can’t force you to move, Vasya. You’re too strong.”
I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth so I can kiss it. “You could force me to do anything, zolotse. I would do anything you wanted or needed me to do.”
“Now I want to do something for you,” she says, giving me a sexy grin and pressing on my chest again.
This time I let her guide me back under the water.
She gives me the same teasing treatment I just gave her, getting her revenge with every brush of the sponge along my skin, and when she wraps her soapy, wet hands around my cock, I groan and slide a hand up her stomach to cup one of her tits.
She explores my body, dancing her fingers along my balls and then back up my shaft while I run my thumb over her hard nipple and give it a gentle squeeze that makes her eyes go heavy-lidded again.
She lets the water rush over me, washing away the soap before she brings her mouth to my chest and starts to kiss and lick her way down.
“Zolotse, what are you doing?” I ask, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. My accent is thicker, my voice deeper, and I know I’m on the brink of losing control again.
She runs her tongue over my nipple, pulling a deep groan from me and says, “I want to taste you again.”
I thread my fingers through her hair and look down at her. “If you put your mouth on my cock, sweetheart, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“I trust you, Vasya,” she whispers, pushing me a few steps back so the water won’t hit her full on the face as she kisses her way down my body.
I’m too tall for her to kneel and take me in, so she grabs the outside of my legs and bends down to kiss the head of my cock.
I groan a string of Russian when she wraps her lips around me and starts to suck me in.
Pulling back, she looks up at me with a shy look on her face. “I’ve never done this before, so it might not be good.”
“God, baby, it already feels amazing. Please don’t worry about that. Everything you do is perfect, and believe me,” I say with a laugh, “it’s not going to take much. You drive me crazy, zolotse.”
Her face lights up in a grin before she leans back down to wrap her lips around my head.
This time she sucks harder and grips my shaft, working me like I showed her earlier.
I fist her hair, trying like hell to not do it too tightly.
It’s already taking all my willpower to not slam into the wet heat of her mouth, stretching her lips wide and making her gag around me.
The part of me that likes it rough and wants to dominate wars with the part of me that knows she’s not ready for it.
My love for her wins, and I soften my grip on her hair and keep my hips still as she works me with her mouth and hands at her own pace.
She may not be able to take me all the way in, but her excitement and the eager way she’s sucking me like I’m the tastiest thing she’s ever put in her mouth more than makes up for the lack of deep throating.
I tell her in Russian how fucking sexy she looks because I’ve forgotten all my damn English, and when she runs her tongue along my slit before sliding back onto me, I groan and slowly rock into her a little bit more before sliding back out.
I fuck her sweet mouth with half my cock as her hands and mouth keep working me.
“I’m close,” I warn in case she wants to back away, but all she does is moan and suck me harder, eager and hungry for what I’m about to give her.
Keeping my eyes on her because I don’t want to miss a second of this, I growl my release and shoot my seed into her greedy mouth.
She whimpers and moans when she tastes me, sucking me harder until my fucking vision starts to darken and my goddamn ears are ringing.
She takes everything I’m giving her, swallowing me like the good girl she is until I’m completely empty and sated.
Loosening my fingers, I lazily massage her scalp as aftershocks run through me.
She doesn’t stand back up until she’s licked and kissed every damn inch of me, and only when she’s satisfied does she stand and press her body close to mine.
Cupping her face, I run my thumb over her cock-swollen lips and lean down to kiss her, loving that she tastes like me.
I suck her tongue with a groan and run my hand down her back so I can cup one of her round cheeks, pulling her even tighter against me.
“I love you, zolotse,” I whisper against her lips, still drunk from my orgasm and wishing like hell we didn’t ever have to leave this shower.
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you, too.”
After we finally drag ourselves out of the bathroom, we lay in bed naked, and I fall asleep with her body nestled tightly against mine.
It’s the first time in my life that everything has felt so perfect and complete.
The feeling doesn’t go away after I wake.
It stays with me as I bury my head between her legs and make her come before she’s even fully woken up.
The next couple of days pass by in a perfect blur of me exacting revenge and then coming home to make my beautiful wife orgasm as much as possible.
Three more men are crossed off the list, leaving me three more plus ski mask.
The man gnaws at me. I promised Nina I’d find out who he is, and I will, but the fact that she has no idea who he is and all I have to go on is a description of average height, lean build, and brown eyes means that the search is going a hell of a lot slower than I’d like.
Needing to check on a few things, Andrei and I head over to where Ilya and several of my other men are handling a new shipment that’s just come in.
Some of Colin’s men were interested in seeing the weapons, so I’ve agreed to meet them near the edge of our territory.
I don’t want them snooping around on our side.
Colin and I may have a good relationship, but that doesn’t mean I’m so trusting I want him walking around our streets.
When we pull up next to the small, abandoned warehouse, I eye the men, quickly counting ten of my men and five of Colin’s.
We get out and make our way over. The shipment’s a big one this time, and a couple of the Irishmen are asking questions and looking some of the smaller guns over.
As soon as I approach, they grow quiet, giving me a slight nod of respect and trying like hell to not stare.
I’m used to the reaction. No one’s sure if the rumors are true.
I could put an end to their curiosity and tell them they are, but I don’t. I like it better this way.
“Everything look okay?” I ask Ilya in Russian.
“Yeah, looks great. The guys will be very happy with their new toys,” he says with a grin. “The Irish are curious as hell about our supplier, but I haven’t told them shit.”
“Good. Let them find their own fucking contacts and suppliers.”
I walk around to inspect everything, and when I hear the word “whore” coming from one of the Irish, I don’t say anything, just look over the crate of guns and put all my focus on hearing what comes next.
“Can you believe he fucking married her? A goddamn whore from Ruby’s,” the Irishman says and then gives a soft laugh.
“Fucking Christ,” Ilya mutters in Russian, having heard the same damn thing I just did. He knows what’s coming.
Inside I may be boiling over with rage, but the outside looks calm and completely oblivious to what the man’s just said when I look over at Colin’s men.
Technically, they’re standing on neutral territory.
The warehouse is right next to the line, and the men are still lingering around the edges.
Not wanting there to be any fallback later on, I motion to the five dark suits, waving them closer.