8. Tatiana #2
“What the fuck,” I mouthed. We were in the middle of having sex! He couldn’t be answering calls while buried deep inside me, especially since I was so damn close to an orgasm. So I took matters into my own hands.
I got back into doggy position, baring every inch of me to him and started rocking my hips back and forth, grinding against his erection. Satisfaction curled in the pit of my belly when his sharp intake of breath filled the air.
“Yes, I’m here.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find his flared eyes on me, but he didn’t stop me as I pushed my ass against him, his erection thrusting in and out.
His fingers dug into my hips and he thrust harder.
My eyelids grew heavy and my pussy throbbed.
Lust spread through me and he started fucking me all over again.
In and out. Hard and deep. His harsh breathing. My panting.
His thrusts picked up. My breasts hung heavy and full while I was on all fours, and all the while I watched Illias over my shoulder as he fucked me like a god intent on proving a point. I reached with my one hand to play with my nipples, my pleasure building up.
“Tatiana’s safe,” he said, his voice keeping his voice even. “In fact, if you want to talk to her, she’s right in front of me.”
A brutal satisfaction passed his expression while panic flared inside me. I scrambled to move away from him but his hand tightened around me, not allowing me an inch of reprieve. His cock was still hard, deep inside me and I watched in horror as he put his phone on speaker.
“Please say hello to my wife,” he drawled, keeping his voice cool. He threw the phone on the mattress, face up. “Or we could even do facetime if you want to be convinced she’s safe. You’ll see I’m taking very good care of my wife.”
I shook my head in panic, only for another whimper to slip through my lips as he thrust deep inside me hitting my sweet spot.
I bit my lip, then turned away from him only to find the reflection of me staring back at me which was even worse.
A wanton and flushed woman stared back at me.
My long hair looked like a tousled mess giving a good indication of what we’ve been doing.
Although my naked body and breasts flapping with his each thrust were proof enough.
“Tatiana?” Vasili’s voice was laced with worry while I fought lust with Illias’ each brutal thrust.
“Y-yes.”
Illias squeezed my ass, while with his other hand he kept plummeting in and out of me. The flames of desire burned hotter. My hips meeting his thrusts of their own free will. I buried my face into the pillow and bit into it, muffling my whimpers.
Sasha’s voice filled the air. “Are you okay?” Never better. “I swear to God that fucker will pay if he hurt you. Pakhan or not.”
Illias’ tempo increased to a maddening speed. He fucked me like a rag doll. He hit that spot that caused my mind to blank and my back to bow.
“Tatiana?”
Jesus, I couldn’t think when Illias fucked me like this. He fisted my hair and tugged my head back until his chest was against my back again. He bit my earlobe, “Tell them all is good, and I’ll give you the pleasure you want.”
His words were so low I could barely hear them.
“Y-yes.” I hoped my voice didn’t portray anything. “I'm good. All is good.”
“Want me to kill him?”
“No!” I need to finish first and only he can give me an orgasm right now.
“Not yet,” I added because I couldn’t let Illias get away with it all.
His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing in punishment.
But it only enhanced my pleasure. I arched my back, pushing my neck into his grip and he muffled his groan by biting into my shoulder blade.
“Where are you?” In heaven.
“Moan for me,” he murmured against my ear so only I could hear it. “Fall apart for me.”
Illias’ hand reached around and rubbed my clit, smearing the wetness around. My body shuddered as he twisted my swollen clit. He kept thrusting inside me, the friction and carnal type of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
“Don’t worry about me,” I breathed. “I’ll call you.”
I begged Illias silently to hang up. I needed more of this. His thrusts increased in speed, he kept hitting my G-spot and with the tightening of his rough hand around my throat, I was so fucking close to screaming my orgasm.
“You heard my wife.” Thank God for small mercies. “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
“You–” Click.
Then he started moving at a maddening pace, fucking me harder, deeper. The mattress screamed with protests right along my moans and pants.
“You take it so fucking good, Tatiana,” he praised and a sob of pleasure came from my lips as an orgasm shot through me. My body shuddered with the force of it. Illias pinched my nipples, one then the other, eliciting throaty moans from me.
“Are you mine?”
“N-no,” I panted, desperate for more of this amazing feeling as my husband started fucking me harder, deeper and faster. But just because I loved the feel of him, didn’t mean I’d just roll over and tell him I was his.
His hand came around my throat and my traitorous body actually leaned into the damn touch. Like what-the-fuck!
“Wrong,” he rasped, his lips against my ear. Thrust. “You are mine.” Thrust. “Your pussy.” Thrust. “Your ass.” Thrust. “Your everything.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“That’s right.” My knees gave out, but that didn’t stop Illias.
He kept fucking me, the pace pushing me towards another orgasm.
He pulled out of me, only to slam into me with such force a scream tore from my throat.
He was hitting a spot so deep that I’d agree to anything, just to feel this pleasure cruise through my veins.
“Don’t ever forget you’re mine. You feel how your pussy clenches around my cock? ”
His groans and my pants danced in the air as we both shuddered against each other, tumbling toward the edge of release. I lost all sense as I relished in seeing my husband lose control.
“We’re going to have many babies,” he growled against my neck. “Because I’ll never have enough of this. Of you.”
His hold tightened on me and he stilled as he shot cum inside me. The warm liquid trickled down my thighs and exhaustion pulled on my muscles. Both of us breathing heavily, our hearts beating as one.
With my husband still inside me, his strong heart beating against my back, I let myself relax as his lips trailed over my skin.
Gentle. Like feathers. So different from the roughness of his fucking.
His hands roamed every inch of my skin, petting and holding me, until I started grinding against him. Needing him again. And again.
The carnal lust we shared filled the skies until both our bodies gave in to exhaustion. With his arms wrapped around me and soft Russian words in my ear, sleep pulled me under.
The scent of citrus and sandalwood wrapped around me like a protective blanket.