The silk nightdress is still buttoned over her hips, in the way. The row of buttons is no longer a tease but an unnecessary frustration. I take the thin fabric in my hands and rip it apart, allowing me access to the smooth skin of Nina’s waist, her soft lower belly, and then silken skin of her thighs.
With a whimper, she parts her legs for me. I drag a finger through her slick wetness. She grinds her mound against my hand, panting with need.
“Not yet, Nina,” I whisper roughly. My cock is aching to be released, because her every response is music to my ears, but I want to make her beg for it.
I take my cock in my palm, and Nina’s eyes go wide. “Art… mmph,” she moans as I rub the tip against her clit.
Fuck, she’s feverishly hot and soaking wet.
I let out a moan myself as I explore that tight slit, dragging my cock slowly against her pussy. She rubs herself against my shaft with little gasps that set me on fire.
“So needy today, Nenoka. I think I know what you want.”
She lets out a squeal as I place a thumb on her clit, then rub it once. Twice. A third time, until her whole body is tensed and readyfor release.
I rock my shaft against her again.
“But I need to hear you say it.”
Nina’s eyelids flutter with release as she looks up at me, tender and submissive and dazed with need. “Breed me, Art. I want to have more kids with you.”
“That’s fucking right.” I groan as I notch myself at her entrance, pushing her thighs back. So flexible, so receptive, even as I can feel how much her tight pussy is straining to take my girth.
“Oh God,” she gasps. I slide in inch by inch until I’m fully encased inside Nina’s pussy.
“You take it so well, baby. I know it’s big, but you were made to take this cock.”
I glance down at the place we’re connected, her pink pussy stretched obscenely wide to take me. But Nina’s face is nothing but pleasure, her lips parted in a cry and her chin tilted up to meet my gaze.
I rock inside her, not withdrawing an inch, just letting my girth stretch her further. “This cunt.” I bring my thumb to her clit. “These tits.” I slap her breasts. “This womb.” I place my hand on her lower belly.
“All of you is mine, Nenoka, and I’m going to prove it. Again, and again.”
Then I let go. Nina does too, her cunt strangling my cock as her body tenses beneath me, her nipplestight against my chest.
Her hands are already bound but I grab her wrists anyway, pinning her down for leverage as I slam inside her with one lastthrust.
Panting, helpless, perfect, she looks up at me with those eyes sultry and half-lidded. I tilt her chin up and devour her plush lips, still inside her.
This woman. She’s everything.
I would do anything for Nina. But if she wants me to tone it down, I suppose I can hold back from showering her in the lavish gifts she deserves.
29
NINA
Art looks like he could crush something with his bare hands right now.
I shoot a glance at him and raise my eyebrows, but he doesn't clarify. Sure, there have been a lot of weddings in his family recently, but I don't understand why the news about Valentin’s engagement has gotten so deep under his skin.
“Congratulations to you both.” I raise my glass of champagne and try to smooth over the awkward silence.
Valentin and Karolina are both close friends of Art’s, but he's looking at them as though they’ve just stolen his inheritance. He doesn’t raise his glass.
Karolina gives a tinkling laugh. “It’ll be a challenge to wrangle this one into married life, but I think I’m more than capable.”
She jabs Valentin in the ribs, but he doesn’t respond either, toobusy locked in a murderous staring contest with Art.
