"Off," she says, tugging at her jumper. "Everything off. Now."
She pulls the jumper over her head. A simple cotton bra beneath it that cups her tits perfectly. I grind against her before lowering her back to the floor and stripping off my trousers and briefs.
She watches.
“Lie on the bed,” she says with a quiet confidence.
I almost laugh. The sound catches in my throat and emerges as something between a huff and a groan. The woman who couldn't speak her own desires two weeks ago is now issuing commands with the authority of someone who has discovered exactly how much power she holds.
Once I lie in the center of the bed, she removes her bra and strips her jeans and underwear, then slowly she climbs over me.
Her tits sway as she straddles my hips, thighs bracketing mine, and the sight of her pussy hovering just above my aching cock makes my mouth go dry.
“Look at you,” I rasp, hands fisting the sheets so I don’t grab her too soon. “Two weeks ago you couldn’t even say what you wanted. Now you’re ordering me onto my back like you were born for it.”
Her cheeks flush, but her eyes lock on mine with pure heat.
“Maybe I was. Maybe I just needed someone who’d wait until I was ready to take what’s mine.” She reaches between us, wraps her hand around my cock and strokes once, slow and sure. “This is mine now, Killian. And I want it deep. I want you so deep inside me. I want you to own me. Breed me.”
The word hits me like a live wire.Breed. She says it without flinching, without the old shame flickering across her face. My hips jerk up involuntarily.
“Christ, Katya—”
She doesn’t let me finish. She rises on her knees, lines me up at her slick entrance, and sinks down in one long slide. We both groan. She’s soaked and ready for me, and the stretch pulls a broken sound from her throat that goes straight to my balls.
“Oh god,” she breathes, eyes fluttering half-shut as she bottoms out. Her hands brace on my chest, nails digging in justenough to sting. “You’re so deep already. I can feel every inch of you.”
She starts to move. Not in the careful little rolls of a woman still learning her own pleasure. She rocks her hips like she’s been starving for it, rising and falling in a rhythm that makes her tits bounce and her breath hitch. Her pussy grips me on every upstroke, slick and greedy, and the wet sounds of her riding my cock fill the room.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl, finally letting my hands settle on her waist. “Ride me hard, Katya. Take what you need. Fuck, look how far you’ve come. You were offering yourself like a sacrifice on our wedding night. Now you’re using my cock like it was made for your pretty little cunt.”
She moans, her head tipping back. “It is made for me. I want you to fill me up, Killian. I want you to breed your wife. Fill me with your cum until I can’t take any more. Give me every drop.”
The filthy words coming out of her mouth nearly end me. I watch her grind down harder, clit rubbing against my pelvis on every circle of her hips, and something primal unravels in my chest. This is Katya claiming herself. No more waiting for permission. No more bracing for pain. Just pure, hungry want.
But she’s still new at this. Her thighs start to tremble after a few minutes, rhythm faltering as the pleasure builds too fast, too overwhelming. I see the moment she realises she needs more, needs me to take over, and her eyes meet mine, pleading without words.
I don’t make her ask twice.
In one smooth motion I sit up, wrap an arm around her back, and flip us. She gasps as her back hits the mattress, but I’m already hooking her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half in the deepest position I know. Her knees press toward hershoulders, ass tilted up, pussy open and glistening and perfectly angled for me to drive straight to her womb.
“Like this,” I tell her, voice wrecked as I notch my cock at her entrance again and push back in, letting her feel every thick inch. “This is how I’m going to breed you, Katya. Deep. So deep the only thing left in you is my cum. So deep you feel me forever.”
She cries out, hands flying to my shoulders. “Yes Killian, yes! Harder! I want it to take. I want to feel you come so deep it takes root in me.”
I give her what she’s begging for. I thrust hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing as I fuck her into the mattress. The angle lets me grind against her clit on every stroke, the head of my cock kissing that perfect spot inside her over and over. She’s clenching around me, fluttering, her walls milking me like her body already knows exactly what it wants.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” I groan against her neck, biting down just enough to make her moan. “Fuck, I’ll fill this tight little wife cunt until it’s dripping. Breed you full.”
Her legs shake against my shoulders. “I’m—oh god, I’m coming—Killian, fill me while I come—”
She breaks apart beneath me, pussy spasming hard around my cock, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her. The sight of her all flushed, eyes wide and glassy, mouth open on my name, rips away the last of my control.
I bury myself to the hilt and let go. “Take it,” I growl. “Fuck, take every drop.” My words are desperate grunts now as pleasure wracks through me. I’m pulsing deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her exactly where she asked for it. I keep rocking through it, grinding against her to push it deeper, until she’s whimpering and trembling and clenching around me like she never wants me to leave.
When the aftershocks finally ease, I lower her legs gently, staying buried inside her as I collapse half on top of her, chest to chest. Her arms wrap around my neck instantly, holding me close, and I feel her smile against my shoulder.
I kiss her temple, still catching my breath. “You amaze me,” I murmur. “Two weeks ago you were terrified to want anything. Tonight, you climbed on top of me and told me to breed you. I’m so goddamn proud of you, Katya Orlova.”
