Chapter 6
Ilya
Her fiancé is a stupid fuck who deserves to be skinned alive for what he did to her, but I can’t help but be grateful that he was such a fucking moron. I’m glad I’m the only one who’s ever gotten to taste Lily like this. I know it makes me a hypocritical bastard, but I can’t help it. She’s mine, and I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having her.
Running my tongue over her slick folds, I groan when the sweet taste of her fills my mouth. I wasn’t lying about her being wet. My girl is soaked, her body so needy and ready for what I’m about to give her. With my finger still inside her, I keep slowly fingering her while I give her clit a firm lick. Her surprised yelp is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard, but the shock is short-lived. That little preview has made her ravenous, and soon her hands are fisting my hair and her hips are rocking up, every part of her desperate for a release.
My cock is painfully hard, but I’m not about to stop what I’m doing just so I can relieve my own frustration. Her pleasure comes first. Always.
Her clit is swollen and slick and when I give it a gentle suck, she moans my name and tightens her grip on my finger. My eyes close at the sensation as pleasure fills me and I feel my own orgasm grow closer.
Both our breaths come faster as I pump my finger in and out of her in a faster rhythm while my tongue teases her clit. When I hook my finger and start to rub the inner wall of her pussy, she arches her back, pulling my hair hard enough to sting. I rub the rougher patch of skin, pressing in firmly as her hips buck against me. When I feel her body tense, I give her clit a harder suck, sending her over the edge.
I groan against her pussy, feeling her inner walls convulse, and it’s so easy to imagine how good that’s going to feel around my cock. Another rush of pleasure hits me, and before I can get myself in check, I feel a rush of warmth hit my hand, far more than I’d been expecting. Lily moans as a tremor runs through her body, and I come in my pants like a fucking teenager when I realize she’s just squirted all over me.
With a growl, I bury my head in her messy pussy, licking and sucking like the glutton she’s made me as my own body shivers from ecstasy, the last of the orgasm running through me.
“I love you so fucking much,” I say while I press a gentle kiss against her tender clit. Her fingers soften in my hair while she catches her breath. Her body is limp and fully sated, and there’s a beautiful flush running up her neck and face.
Completely spent, I take in a shuddering breath before kissing her inner thigh and letting out a soft laugh.
“My god, sweetheart, the things you do to me. I can’t believe you made me come in my pants.”
She gives me a lazy, full smile. She’s still flush from her orgasm and hasn’t quite calmed her breathing yet, and the sight of her like this is perfect, the kind of image that I’ll never forget. After we’ve been married for decades, I’ll still remember this moment and the exact way she looked after I tasted her for the first time.
“I’m not so sure that’s my fault,” she tries to say, but I nip at her thigh and shake my head at her.
“Entirely your fault. When I felt you squirt, Jesus,” I groan. “There was no way I could stop myself from coming. No fucking way.”
She lets out an adorable groan while her cheeks grow redder. “I’ve never done that before. I’m not sure if I should apologize or not.”
“Never,” I tell her. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry for that. I fucking loved it, Lily.” Standing up to my full height, I let her see the wet spot on the front of my jeans. “In case you couldn’t tell.”
The smile she gives me is the one that wrecks my heart every time I see it. I don’t know how I keep falling harder for her, but I do. Leaning down, I kiss her again, lingering just so I can keep tasting her.
“I wish I could stay here all night, but I have a work thing, and I can’t show up with dried cum on my pants. They’d never let me live it down.” I shudder at the thought of the never-ending line of jokes I’d have to suffer through for the rest of my life.
“What work thing?” she asks.
“Just a work thing,” I say. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
I can tell she wants a better answer, but she knows I can’t give her one, so she lets it go as she starts to focus on other things. Her hand drifts down to palm the cock that I’d finally managed to quiet. It immediately sparks to life.
“That’s mean,” I tell her while giving her a wink. “I had no idea you were such a tease.”
“I’m not a tease,” she says. “I already told you I’m ready to take this to the bedroom.”
“Soon.” I lean in for one more kiss and then grin as I first kiss one set of lips and then the other. Unable to resist, I swipe my tongue up her slit just so I can hear her sweet moan again. “I promise I’ll take you to bed very soon, but for now, I think we’ve made really good use of this island, don’t you?”
“Definitely,” she says with a laugh. “Every time I use it, I’ll think of you and what you just did to me.”
I smile at the thought. “Good.”
Running my eyes over her one last time, I sigh and untuck my shirt, hoping it’ll cover the stain while I make the short walk back to my place.
“Text me if you need me, okay?”
She smiles and promises she will, and then I force myself to leave, even though all I want to do is stay. It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever been torn about my commitment to the Bratva. This has always been my life, and it’s always come first, and I’ve never once had a problem with that, but right now work is the last thing I want to be doing. I never go back on my word, though, so I jog the short distance to my house so I can change my pants and grab my gun. I don’t usually wear it when I’m on the property because the place is so well guarded, but I’m going to need it tonight.
