Chapter Twenty
Dmitri Konstantinov
This wasn’t how I imagined Inna on her knees in front of me. Not when she was naked. The last trace of her resistance was gone.
Her body curved beneath me in a natural arch, her weight sinking back onto her heels. The shape drew my eye along the dip of her spine and settled on her rounded hips. She stayed there in a way that felt unintentional, and it was impossible to ignore.
I thought she would leave, but seeing her stay settled this deep warmth in my stomach, plus how her eyes were on me. She looked obedient, as though she were waiting not just for permission but for direction.
It was clear she wasn’t experienced. And I wanted to be the one to guide her through it, to turn it into something she would never forget.
She wanted me. I gave her the chance to walk away, yet she didn’t move. That alone told me that her desires sat beneath her skin, quiet but undeniable.
She lifted her fingers and slowly wrapped them around me. She was uncertain at first, but the rhythm grew as though she was trying to learn me through touch alone. Each stroke lingered a fraction longer.
My patience slipped. The tension had built too tightly. I stepped forward, closing the distance until the tip of my cock brushed against her lips.
She opened her mouth for me, her gaze still fixed on mine. The first push inside her mouth stole the air from my lungs.
Fuck!
She had taken little, not even close, yet I was already unraveling. Heat coiled low in my stomach, consuming, spreading faster than I could contain it. Every inch felt amplified, tighter, warmer, dragging a rough breath out of me.
My hand moved and tangled into her hair, gripping at the back of her head. I held her there as I pulled back, only to thrust forward again, harder this time.
Control slipped.
The world narrowed to sensation, to the way she felt, to the mounting pressure. My thoughts dissolved, leaving only me and my cock inside her mouth.
I watched the way her lips wrapped around me, and the way she tried to take me whole. There was no rhythm yet, just raw effort, yet it settled a monster in my chest. I would leave something behind that she wouldn’t be able to forget, no matter how much she tried.
I pushed deeper and harder, and she dug her nails into my thighs, grounding herself as her breath faltered. The reaction only drove me further, tightening everything inside me.
She stayed. That was the part that held me. Even as it overwhelmed her, even as her body struggled to keep up, she didn’t pull away.
My thrusts became rough, hitting her throat until a broken, breathless sound slipped from her.
It was worth not fucking any girl ever since she became my wife. At first, I cursed myself, but this fucking feeling was worth waiting for. Everything I’d denied myself came rushing hard at once.
My grip tightened in her hair, anchoring her as I moved again, each slam rougher than the last. Her sounds came back to me muffled, strained, but they only fed me, pushing me further past reason.
She was a mess for me now. Everything about her came undone irreversibly. When she looked up at me, her face was flushed, her eyes searching, unfocused, caught somewhere between the overwhelm of what she didn’t understand yet.
The wetness in her eyes caught my attention. I pulled back abruptly, breaking the rhythm, leaving only the faint brush of my cock against her lips. She drew in a shaky breath, swallowing, still trying to find her footing.
“You are doing well,” I said, brushing her hair off her face. My body stayed tight, wanting more, just more.
“Lick it,” I said under my breath, my fingers sinking deeper into her scalp as I guided her closer.
She paused first, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips before she moved. She traced her soft tongue over me.
She adjusted, and this time, there was more intention in it. Her fingers wrapped around my balls, moving slower and exploring while her mouth sucked my cock in a pace that worked for her. The combination made me nudge my head back.
For a moment, I released her head and let her take control.
The maddening thought consumed me, imagining her pussy taking me. How she would feel, the way she would react when there was nothing between us. I wanted her, fuck I did.
When I felt the heat building, I held her in place once more. I hit her throat harder and held it there. I shot my release inside her mouth without moving until she swallowed the last remnant.
She was shaking when I pulled my cock out and lifted her up. She coughed, her breath coming out unevenly. I turned her and pressed her back against my chest. Letting her calm down, letting myself calm down.
I couldn’t help but wonder if she would become like other girls if fucked her, if I took her body. Would she become useless and someone I could walk away from without a second thought?
I knew myself, I never fucked girls twice.
One sex night was enough not to look at her the same way tomorrow.
I always moved on easily, detached without effort, leaving nothing behind.
Girls bored me easily, so one night was enough.
And I loved it that way because tasting several pussies sounded better than just one.
But the idea of waking up and feeling nothing for Inna didn’t sit well.
I wasn’t done with her, and that was the truth that had grown teeth.
I still wanted her in my life, which was reason enough to control myself.
Living each day with a wife who was chaos, catastrophe, and infuriatingly beautiful sounded better than satisfying my desires and discarding her like trash.