12. Konstantin
KONSTANTIN
M y wife knelt in front of me, her eyes on me begging me for my cock.
Jesus H. Christ.
I had to be dreaming. When I came out of the bathroom, I just about spilled into my boxers seeing her in nothing but my shirt, tie, and those skimpy little panties. Her hand inside them as she pleasured herself.
For a moment, fury overwhelmed me, thinking she imagined someone else between her legs. In that tight cunt. But it was me she thought of. She begged for my cock.
A growl spilled from my lips and a carnal sense of lust hardened my dick. It was so much more than lust though. It was fucking obsession. Love. Devotion.
She was mine and I was hers.
Standing up and pushing my boxers down my legs, I watched Tatiana’s pale eyes darken a shade and haze over with desire.
The only time she had sucked me was that day in D.C.
, and I had been fantasizing about it since.
It was a constant battle not to push her onto her knees and make her take my cock to the back of her throat.
I loved her mouth and her sassiness, but I fucking loved her sucking my cock even more.
But I needed her to want it. To want me.
“Please Illias, give me your cock.” Tatiana’s soft voice was a melody to my ears. Like she read my thoughts and knew exactly what I wanted.
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips while her eyes were level with my rock-hard cock. She leaned over and swept her tongue over the tip of my cock, licking the precum.
My fingers dug into her blonde hair, gripping it roughly, as I groaned deep in my throat.
“Fuck, moya luna.”
“Is that okay?” She stared up at me with those eyes, like there was nothing more she wanted to do than please me.
“Fuck yeah.”
She swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping at the droplets of precum. But it was her noises that were my undoing. Like sucking and licking my cock was the best thing for her. Like she loved it as much as I did.
“Mmm. I love your taste.” Holy fuck. I might fucking spill into her mouth before I got to deep throat her. “Fuck my mouth, Illias.”
I was on the verge of coming then and there. I fucking loved my wife. I had loved her for so long, I knew there was no turning back from Tatiana. And now I finally had her. The look in her eyes and her words could bring me to my knees and she didn’t even know it.
She opened her mouth wider and took me to the back of her throat. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and it was the strongest aphrodisiac that had ever hit me. The fact that she enjoyed doing this. That she wanted to do this.
The dark corners of my mind and soul filled with light that only she could give me.
Fuck the chip. Fuck the Omertà. They had my oath, but she had my heart. She’d always come before anything and anyone. No matter what.
“Look at me while sucking my cock,” I ordered her hoarsely. Tatiana opened those pretty blues, watching me through her heavy eyelids. Her head bobbed, sucking me and taking more and more of my cock in. My hand fisted in her hair, and I thrust to the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly. “Relax your throat. Let me own it. Like you own all of me.”
She obeyed. My little rebel wife had something to say about everything, but she was meek and obedient in the bedroom. She relaxed her throat and let me use her hot mouth. I drove in and out of her wet heat. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but she kept sucking me in.
She accepted my thrusts, my slaps against her pussy, my slaps against her ass. The trust in her eyes gutted me. It was as if she trusted me blindly to break her, then put her back together.
My wife moaned with my cock deep in her throat, her softness in these moments stealing every single piece of me. My roughness perfectly matched her in the bedroom. But to the outer world, she would always be the queen fit to rule by my side. To level punishment to those who dared come after us.
Pulling out of her wet heat, I gave her reprieve. She sucked in a deep breath, but then darted her tongue licking the cum dripping from my cock. Fuck me. She wanted more. Gripping her hair tighter, I pounded inside her without mercy, my rhythm increasing.
“You want your husband’s cock?” Thrust.
“Mmm,” she sputtered around my hard dick, her eyes hazy.
“You like having your mouth fucked by me?” She let out another seductive ‘mmm’ sound, rubbing her thighs together. “You like being mine?”
She nodded frantically, her head bobbing and her knees trembling. Her gagging sounds were music. Her eyes were notes. And her body was an instrument.
“Are you wet because I’m using your mouth this roughly?” Her moans were my answer. “Take me deep.”
Her tits bounced with each thrust, her jaw widened and her tongue swirled around my painfully hard cock.
“That’s it,” I crooned. “Eyes on me, moya luna.”
My dick pulsed. My hips thrust, tunneling deeper into her throat.
Tears glittered like diamonds on her long, pale lashes.
It was the most beautiful sight. My wife.
I could feel the orgasm building, my balls growing tight and heavy.
I held her by her beautiful blonde hair, ramming my cock down her throat. In and out. Deep and fast.
She swallowed. Once. Twice. Sucking on my dick like her life depended on it. Even if hers didn’t, mine fucking did. I fucked her mouth roughly like a man possessed, all the while her tongue rubbed the underside of my shaft.
“You’ll swallow all of it,” I panted. “Every single drop.”
She nodded with yet another moan in her throat and the sound vibrated along my shaft. My control snapped and my balls exploded with the orgasm.
Pulling half of my cock out, I fisted it as cum spurted out. True to her word, she swallowed and kept swallowing, the drips of my cum on her chin and corners of her mouth.
“Fuck,” I rasped with an animalistic groan. “You belong at my feet, my cum dripping off your chin.”
Grinning, her tongue darted out, licking her lips and true to her word, she swallowed every single drop. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen.
“Only in the bedroom and because I want to,” she replied smugly.
With a snarl, I lifted her to her feet and slammed my mouth against hers.
She broke the kiss, both of us panting and I threw her on the bed.
She landed on her back with a delighted squeal, her tits bouncing.
She still wore my shirt, her tits on full display.
I loved seeing her in my clothes, wrapped in my scent.
She turned and struggled crawling on the bed, giving me a full view of her ass, and I regretted those fucking panties blocking my view. She swayed her hips, then positioned herself on her back against her pillows.
I ripped her panties off her swollen pussy.
“My turn for dessert. Spread your legs,” I ordered.
Tatiana didn’t even hesitate. She parted her legs wide, letting me see her glistening pussy. The flesh was swollen and pink, tempting me. I’d eat her until she screamed for release.
Her wrists still bound with the silky blue tie, she brought the tip of it to her pussy and let it drag along her wetness. The silk brushed against her throbbing, pink folds and her back arched, but her eyes remained locked on my face.
My eyes flared. My cock was already starting to harden, eager to be inside her tight heat.
“What did I tell you about touching yourself?” I growled, ready to punish her.
Her smile was pure smugness. “I’m not touching myself. Your tie is.”
The little minx . I took her tied wrists, ripping them away from her pussy. “My tie can’t touch you either,” I bit out, jealousy lacing my voice.
Chuckling, her eyes lit up mischievously. I fucking loved this side of her. Playful. Sexy. It reminded me of the girl in the gazebo. Before Adrian. Before all the shit that separated us.
She looped her tied wrists around my neck. “Then, Mr. Konstantin, you better get to work,” she suggested seductively. “And make this honeymoon memorable.”
A dark chuckle vibrated in my chest. I didn’t know whether to punish her or make her scream my name.
Kneeling on the mattress, I stared at her cunt, open for my taking. Tempting me with her scent and juices that made my mouth water.
I cupped her pussy harshly. “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours.” No hesitance. No resistance. “Now will you just fuck me. Hard.” Fuck, maybe my wife was just as depraved as I was.
“That’s right,” I purred, her arousal coating my fingers.
Wedging myself between her thighs, I lowered myself until my stomach met the mattress and then proceeded to lick her from her entrance to her clit. She shuddered, arching her back and grinding her pussy against my face.
“I love the stubble of your beard against my pussy,” she breathed, burying her fingers into my hair and that fucking tie at my neck. I’d have to buy better bondage equipment. I sensed a lot of lessons for my wife in the future.
Without mercy, I feasted on her pussy, laving her harshly.
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I buried my face deeper into her cunt where only she existed and that scent of roses.
I nipped her clit, punishing her for making me lose all semblance of control.
With her, it was pointless to hold on to it.
She crept deep into my soul and under my skin. She became part of my heart and my bones. There was no extracting her. She was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water. My chest heaved, my mouth on her soft skin.
I ravished her pussy, teasing her throbbing clit. Her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping my strands. Together we were fire. We both wanted this. The question was when the truth came out whether we’d burn to ash.
Thrusting my tongue inside her, her back arched off the mattress and her tits pushed up. Fuck, they were perfection. It might be fucked up, but I couldn’t wait to see them fill with milk for our baby. To see her belly swell with our child. If I had to, I’d keep her pregnant so she’d never leave me.