Vadim
Her lips were wet, pink and swollen. Her eyes were hooded and dazed. I devoured her again, claiming every part of that mouth. Her hot breath was fire I wanted to consume. The fingers around my cock were drawing precum from me even through the confines of my clothing.
I should have woken up earlier to bury myself in her heat. Instead I had gone to work wondering what she was doing. Thinking of my daughter waking up and not seeing her father. An error of judgement on my part.
When I pulled back, Iskra’s eyes moved over me—the same hunger reflected back at me that I felt myself.
I tugged at my tie as she reached for my belt.
No permission gained, but I let it slide.
I worked on my shirt buttons while she worked on my trousers. It wasn’t long before she had her hands wrapped around my cock, teasing the head before cupping my balls. All while those blue eyes stared up at me.
“Go and lie on the padded table. Head off the edge,” I growled.
She hesitated for a second before stepping out of her dress and kicking off her shoes. I gathered our clothes and tossed them onto the bed before tugging off my shirt. I turned to watch her settle on the table as I removed my shoes and trousers. Her long hair almost touched the floor.
I walked toward her head and she shifted to watch me approach.
Her eyes were fixed on my cock. I closed in and positioned myself over her face to access her breasts.
She began to lick my balls while I tweaked her nipples, working them until I felt milk on my fingers.
She moaned and drew one into her mouth—sucking, licking—while I massaged her breasts.
I felt the shift of her face between my thighs as she released one and moved to the other. Her tongue worked around me before she sucked. She placed her hands around the backs of my thighs as she worked that mouth. A trickle of precum dripped free and I pulled back.
“Clean me up,” I hissed, tapping her lips with the tip of my cock.
Her mouth opened wide to accommodate the head. I held her throat while her lips wrapped around me. I exhaled when that hot wet mouth did its work. Her tongue moved around the head, licking the precum clean.
“That’s my beautiful cock-sucker,” I crooned, tugging her nipples until she moaned around me. “Get every last drop. Taste me.”
I pushed deeper, testing her throat, drawing back and repeating. I released her nipples and gripped the back of her neck, thumbs resting on her throat. A shame I couldn’t see her eyes—but that mouth, that neck, those breasts were spectacular.
My grip tightened and I swung my hips forward until her throat opened for me.
“Da, moya khoroshaya devochka,” I groaned as her tight hole stretched around me.
Her lips worked to take more. She must like being called a good girl.
I waited until she had adjusted and began to move. Her hand moved between her legs, fingers working rapidly over her clit.
“Do you like me using your mouth, zhena?” I asked, watching her play with herself.
She made a grunting noise as I continued to work her throat. It wasn’t long before she had soaked my cock with her saliva, which made it easier each time I plunged back into her.
“I didn’t even need to tie you down,” I panted, thrusting back and forth at a vicious pace until I felt my balls slap against her face. “Such a good wife.”
I wasn’t lying. She took every inch of me in every hole.
My eyes wandered down to her furious fingers working on herself and I eased out of her throat.
I shifted back, holding her neck, and stared at her filthy wet face.
I crouched down and kissed her, slime and all.
Her fingers gripped my hair and she kissed me back.
It was quick, we both needed more. I released her neck and pulled back.
“Now keep that hand away from your pussy,” I drawled as I stood. “If you can.”
When I reached the opposite end of the table I grabbed her hips and pulled until her head rested on it. I wanted her to watch when she came on my cock. Her pussy was glistening and her fingers had made quite a mess.
I could smell her in the air, but I needed the taste of her on my tongue. I crouched down and began with light licks, dragging my tongue flat along her opening. Her hips and legs twitched as a low cry escaped her.
She tasted sweet and I could smell everything. The heat, the musk, the need—right beneath my nose. I went back and this time buried my tongue inside her, licking her out until she dissolved into a series of whimpers and cries.
I withdrew and ran my tongue upward to circle her clit. Firm and swollen.
“V-Vadim,” she stuttered, her voice raw from my use of her throat.
“Hush. Let me taste you,” I said, before returning to the beginning.
This time I pressed her thighs down, forcing her open for my mouth. I could get the hang of being a good husband. Soon I would be giving the baker tips.
Within minutes her cries and begging echoed around the room. I licked my lips before tracing my fingers around them, savouring her taste as I stood.
I said nothing, but she gripped the backs of her knees and held herself open for me. No words were required. Not for this.
I stared at her wet pussy and the darker ring below it. Everything laid open for me.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked, rubbing my jaw.
Rage flashed in her eyes.
“There are no guns down here, moya ozornitsa,” I teased, sliding my cock along her slit.
Heat against heat.
“Only us,” I said, easing myself inside her.
Her eyes fluttered. Bliss replaced the anger.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was mine. Just like every child I put in that belly. I leaned down, pushing my hands beneath her arms until I gripped her shoulders, fingers curled around them. Everything just fit.
I didn’t hesitate. My hips drove into her like an animal passing off its genes before she could vanish—which she had already proven she was capable of.
“Yes. God. Yes, like that,” she began to mumble.
Her words drove me to give her more. My chest rose and fell as I plundered her. I placed my lips on her neck, tempted to sink my teeth in.
“So deep,” she cried. “Ooooh.”
“Yeah,” I hissed. “You’re never leaving me.”
The lewd sounds of flesh against flesh, our pants and grunts—a symphony. The deeper I plunged the more she gushed around me.
I hoped we had another daughter. The thought came out of nowhere. I had been so certain I needed an heir.
“Uh-oh, I’m—I’m,” she began to stutter.
“Blyad,” I spat, raising my head. “Come, baby. Come on my cock.”
Her soft velvety insides stiffened. Tightened. Her strangled cries followed and I felt her tremble beneath me.
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Each wet smack of my balls against her was a declaration. A war cry. Probably both. I came so suddenly I hissed—my cock throbbing, seed spurting deep inside her. Rapture. Bliss. All of it washing over me as more spilled into her.
Still panting, breathing heavy through the last of it.
She groaned beneath me.
“Give me a minute,” I groaned.
Silence.
Then she began to giggle.
“Did I wear the big bad Pakhan down?”
I grinned against her neck.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Now she groaned.
Whatever was emerging between us was new and fragile.
And I didn’t want it to end.