Chapter Yevgeny #2
Her hips roll up into her own hand. Her free hand tightens on her breast. She's close and I can see it in the tension of her thighs and the way her stomach muscles quiver. But mostly I see it in the way her pussy is eagerly trying to find friction.
"Don't come yet."
She makes a broken sound. Her fingers slow. Her eyes open and find mine and they're glassy, desperate, and the look on her face is the most vulnerable thing I've ever seen from her. More vulnerable than the explanation about Yana. More vulnerable than the first time she let me inside her.
"Please," she whispers.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to come."
"Tell me who you're coming for."
"You. For you. Only for you."
"Good girl. Come for me, Stefania."
She shatters. Her back bows, thrusting her tits forward and her thighs clamp together around her hand as she cries out, loud and raw and real. I'm in front of her before the sound finishes leaving her mouth.
I'm on the table, pulling her hand away and replacing it with my mouth, drinking down the sweet taste of her. She grabs my head and pulls me closer, whimpering at the contact but wanting it anyway.
"I need you inside me," she says, fingers still threaded through my hair. "Now. Right now."
I tear myself away from her delicious cunt and push into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt inside that tight, greedy cunt.
The table creaks under us as her back hits the wood and her legs lock around my waist like she’s trying to pull me even deeper.
She’s soaked, dripping from her orgasm and from the load I left in her earlier, and the wet sound of me sliding home makes my balls tighten.
“Fuck, Stefania,” I growl against her mouth, my voice raw. “This pussy is so fucking sloppy for me. You just came all over your fingers, and now you’re sucking my cock all the way in. You’re so fucking cum-hungry. Desperate to be cock-drunk.”
She moans loud, no shame in it anymore, her nails raking down my arms hard enough to sting. “Yes—God, yes. Fill me up, Yevgeny. I need your cock so deep it hurts. I want to feel every inch of you ruin me.”
I pull back and slam in again, setting a brutal rhythm that makes her tits bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes off the kitchen walls, mixed with the obscene squelch of her cunt taking every thick inch.
I grip her thighs hard, fingers digging into that soft flesh I love so much, and pound into her like I’m trying to brand her from the inside out.
“Look at you,” I rasp, eyes locked on where we’re joined.
Her pussy lips are stretched taut around my thick shaft, creamy and glistening with our mess.
“Spreading your legs on the kitchen table like you’re in heat.
This cunt was made to be fucked raw by me.
Made for my cum to keep your pussy lips wet with my scent all day. ”
Stefania’s head falls back, mouth open on a broken cry as I hit that spot deep inside her. “Harder,” she squeals, “fuck me harder, Yevgeny. I’m your dirty little wife. Use me. Wreck my pussy. I want your cum dripping from my cunt while we hunt tonight.”
Her words hit me like gasoline on fire. I growl and drive into her even deeper, the table scraping across the floor with the force of it.
One hand slides up to grab a handful of her tit, squeezing the heavy flesh as my thumb flicks her stiff nipple.
“These fucking tits. So full and soft. I’m going to fuck them later.
Slide my cock between them and paint your face with cum while you beg for more.
But right now? Right now, I’m breeding this womb.
You’re going to walk around all day with my load filling you, reminding you who owns this cunt. ”
She clenches around me so hard I almost lose it right there.
Her eyes are wild, dark and glassy with lust, and she reaches between us to rub her clit in frantic circles.
“Yes—breed me, Yevgeny. Pump me full until my belly swells with it. I want to hunt with your cum running down my legs. Want to kill with your seed still warm inside me. Don’t stop. Ruin me.”
I lean down and bite the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then lick the sting away.
“That’s my good girl. Such a nasty mouth on my wife.
Talking about killing while your pussy milks my cock like it’s starving for every drop.
You love this, don’t you? Love being my filthy secret.
The obedient Bratva bride by day and the cum-hungry predator by night. ”
Her walls flutter and squeeze, her thighs shaking around my hips. “I do—I love it. Love being yours. Love how you fuck me like an animal. Make me come on your cock while you fill me.”
I straighten up, gripping her thighs and spreading her wider so I can watch every inch of my cock disappear into her soaked hole.
The sight is too much, her soft stomach quivering, her tits bouncing, her scar stark against her strong thigh as I rail her.
I have to clench my teeth together to hard they almost crack as I hold myself back for her.
She breaks with a scream, her whole body seizing as her pussy clamps down on me in rhythmic pulses.
Her cream gushes around my shaft, soaking my balls and the wood beneath us.
The feeling rips my own orgasm out of me, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into her, flooding her womb as I grind against her clit to drag it out for both of us.
“Take it—fuck, take every drop,” I groan, hips stuttering as I empty myself inside her. “That’s it. Good girl. Such a good fucking wife. Keeping all my cum where it belongs.”
We stay locked together, panting, her legs still wrapped around me as aftershocks ripple through her. I lean down and kiss her, tasting the salt of sweat on her lips.
When I finally pull out, a thick trickle of my cum leaks from her swollen pussy. I push two fingers back in, scooping it up and then press my fingers past her lips and into her mouth. She sucks them clean without hesitation; eyes locked on mine with that predator gleam I love.
“Messy girl,” I murmur, voice low and satisfied. “Look at the mess you made on our table. We’re going to have to eat dinner here later with my cum still drying between your legs.”
She laughs breathlessly, pulling me down for another kiss. “Good. I want the reminder. I want to feel claimed all day. Every day.”
I help her off the table, her legs a little shaky, and wrap my arms around her from behind while she stands there in nothing but my open shirt. My hand slides down to cup her cum-filled pussy possessively.
“Tonight,” I say against her ear, “after the hunt… I’m bending you over the hood of the car and fucking you again. Hard. Until you’re screaming my name and begging me to breed you just to make it end.”
She shivers and presses back against my already-hardening cock. “Promise?”
“Promise, my dangerous queen.”
We stand there in the quiet kitchen, her body soft and warm against mine, the newspaper with its small article about a dead man lying forgotten on the table. Everything feels exactly right.
This woman is everything I never knew I needed. My wife, my partner, my equal in the dark. And I’m never letting her go.