42. Astor
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
ASTOR
H usband .
I’m finally her husband. The day didn’t end how we thought it would, but I’ll be damn if Miles is going to stop me from fucking my wife for the first time.
I reach for the back of her dress, helping her out of it. She’s the best thing I’ve done and I’ll be damned if this night ends without me inside of her.
“On your knees, wife ,” I say as she steps out of her dress. She sinks to her knees and pushes my pants down, her eyes zoning in on my cock as it springs to her face. I smirk at her running my finger under her chin, tipping it up to face me.
“Eyes on me while I fuck this pretty face.” She smirks as I run my cock across her lips before pushing it into her mouth. She never takes her eyes off me as I fuck her mouth harder and harder. She gags when it hits the back of her throat. I try to pull back, but she holds me there.
“Relax your jaws and take it all.”
The moment she does, I force myself further down her throat. Her makeup runs down her face mixed with her salty tears. She cups my balls and I groan, willing myself not to explode so quickly in her mouth.
“Fuuuuuck, little devil, this fucking mouth.” I tilt my head back when she takes me completely again. I push myself deeper and deeper, repeatedly. And she takes it, like always, my good fucking girl. I know I’m close, but the only place my cum is going is inside of her.
I yank her up and she gasps at the contact. I need to feel her, but I need to taste her first. I push her onto the bed, placing her legs on my shoulders. Her pussy is on display for me and I don’t wait long before I glide my tongue through her folds. She’s fucking drenched; it’s the fuel I didn’t know I needed before I dive in deeper.
“Astor...” she moans, digging her hands in my hair and tugging it. Her back arches as I plaster my face deeper into her pussy. I can’t breathe, but I don’t give a fuck about it. If this is how I died, I wouldn’t give a shit. My wife coming on my face sounds like the way to fucking go.
I look up at her as her back arches more, my hand splayed across her stomach to keep her to my mouth. “Ast, I’m going to come.”
“Mmm, good. We’re going for three tonight. Let me have the first one, baby.” That’s all she needed—she’s drenches me. The more she covers me in her juices, the more I try to suck it up.
I quickly climb over her and push her legs back, gliding myself inside of her mid-orgasm. She screams out as I fuck her mindlessly. She doesn’t bother hiding her moans and I’m glad she doesn’t. This wasn’t the plan. I wanted to do this in the comfort of our own home. But my father made me promise to stay put until the place was cleared. She wraps her legs around me and I lift her, rushing her against the wall.
She looks down as my dick slides into her, she’s just as mesmerized as I am. Her mouth opens and I smirk at her as I slam into her. She leans her head back against the wall, her eyes closed, and I ram into her with vicious thrusts. I don’t care who hears us as I fuck her as hard as I possibly can. She drags her nails down my back and I throw my head back. She’s coming again and I silently pat myself on the back for getting her there so quickly.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” she begs.
This fucking woman.
I put her down and push her hands against the wall, palms flat.
“Give me one more.”
My hand comes down on her ass and she screams. It comes down again and she groans. After the third slap, her ass turns red and I massage it away before my cock slams into her. She meets me thrust for thrust, taking every inch of me.
“That’s right, take it. Take it all. Come on my cock, little devil.”
“I can’t, it’s too much,” she groans, but I keep up my pace, wrapping my hand around her to reach her pussy.
“You can and you will. Give me one more, Mrs. Pavlov .” The moment my fingers flick through her folds, she caves. I hold her up as her orgasm rips through her. My thrusts become staggered as I fill her with my cum. I run my tongue up her back and she leans into me as she catches her breath.
She turns to me as I slip out of her. I palm her face and kiss her gently. “I love you,” I whisper out. She stops, and I mean she completely stops. She steps back and searches my face.
“What?” she asks.
I smirk at her. “I love you, malyshka . So much. I have loved you since we were kids. You are it for me. Our parents did something right, pushing us together.”
“I love you, too, Astor.”
I kiss her nose and she smiles at me.
“I have to meet our fathers, wait for me? Then we can go home.”
“I want to get to Caroline, Ast.”
“I know, your bag is in the bathroom. Change and I’ll take you before we go, ok?”
She nods and I kiss her again, resting my forehead against hers.
“I’m sorry our wedding was ruined, little devil.”
She shrugs and smirks. “Would it be us if we didn’t have a bit of drama?”
I laugh and head to her father’s office.
I need to see what fucking damage this piece of shit did.