Chapter 13
DIMA
W hen I give Karina her wedding gift, the opportunity to be CEO and work part-time for her software firm, she responds just the way I dreamed she would. Her mouth is hot on mine, her hands in my hair.
Ten minutes ago I was too wrung out to even think about round two, but the moment her tongue sweeps into my mouth I’m hard again and throbbing for her sweet pussy.
I flip her onto me. She straddles my stomach, her slick heat sliding over my abs, the insides of her thighs still damp with my release.
My muscles clench, hips already searching for hers.
She gazes down, legs spread, breasts swaying with lush temptation.
She leans in and drags one rosy nipple across my lips.
I dart my tongue, but she squirms away, teasing.
Karina is pure heat and motion, a playful, insatiable force of nature.
I called her little fox tonight, and the name fits.
When she dips toward my face again, I seize her, palms branding the curve of her spine so I can close my mouth over a flushed pink nipple.
The tight bud is already begging; I torment it, grazing my teeth across tender flesh before sucking deep.
My free hand toys with her other breast, rolling the peak while her slick arousal paints my abdomen.
Only then do I release her back to frame her plush hips and guide her higher.
She lets me drag her down onto my cock, burying me to the hilt in one punishing thrust. She clenches, shifting, and I rock her, grinding her clit against my pelvis.
The friction pulls a fresh gush that coats me, proof I’m giving her exactly what she craves. No mercy, only pleasure.
This time I don’t hold back, don’t take my time.
Karina’s body is loose and warm, wet for me.
Surging upward, I grab her face and kiss her breathless, then bear her back onto the bed.
I take advantage of her slickness and her surprise to plow into her as hard as I want.
She grips my biceps, her nails grazing my flesh, her heavy breasts crushed against my chest as I ride her.
In a flash, her wide eyes lock onto mine.
She parts her lips and breathes ’ pakhan’ against my mouth.
Roaring, I pound into her and shoot my hot semen into her, a series of staccato lashes as I dick her down into that bed.
She continues to moan with every short shallow thrust that drags out her pleasure.
She weeps then, tears streaming from her eyes and into her tumbled hair.
I kiss them, the salt burning on my tongue.
I palm her cheek and lick her lips, decadent and unhurried.
“How did you do this to me?” she asks, trying to turn her face away.
I keep her still, catch her bottom lip, and slide my tongue back into her mouth.
She shudders, a fractured sound, and loops her arms around my neck.
Her body arches, molding every curve to me.
I drag in a ragged breath as I feel myself swell inside her once more.
“I can do this all night,” I whisper against her lips.