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"Yours," I echoed breathlessly.

He kissed down my spine and over my shoulders. When he sucked on my earlobes, I cried out, my hands moving behind me tangling in his hair, holding him to me.

"That's it," he praised. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

He worked my breasts until I was panting, grinding against him, desperate for more. Then he lifted me, standing me up on the couch. I wobbled, gripping his shoulders for balance.

"Turn around," he commanded. "Bend over the back of the couch."

I did, my heart racing. The position left me exposed, vulnerable, my ass in the air. Mikhail scooted down slightly on the couch, positioning himself beneath me. Then his mouth was on me, licking through my folds from underneath.

I cried out, my legs shaking. The angle was intense, overwhelming. Right. His tongue worked my clit with devastating precision while his hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady. He zoned into that spot, not letting up. Punishing me for something… anything… Persistent.

"Oh God, Mikhail!"

"That's right, baby. Say my name. Let everyone in this hotel know who's making you feel this good. Who you belong to. Who belongs to you."

He sucked my clit hard, and I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, making me scream, my whole body convulsing. I felt myself drip onto his face, felt him groan and lick it up like he was starving. Before I could recover, he was lifting me and lowering me back onto his lap. This time, he positioned himself at my entrance.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Yes. Please, Mikhail, I need you inside me."

He thrust up, filling me in one hard stroke.

I screamed, my head falling back. He was so deep, so thick, stretching me almost to the point of pain. It was like my first time, except it wasn’t. But it’d been so long since I’d had somebody inside me. I was tight and sensitive so I knew I was going to come quick.

The euphoria that I was feeling was more about who was inside me than the act itself. Because though it’d been awhile, it seemed like I’d be aching for him for longer. Now I felt whole, complete, and oddly enough, satisfied in ways I didn’t think was possible.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for my dick."

He started moving, hard and slow, each thrust deliberate and marking me in ways that I couldn’t comprehend. I felt branded anew with every thrust inside me. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, controlling the pace. My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer.

"You're everything," he said, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "Everything I've ever wanted. Everything I never knew I needed."

Those were my exact thoughts.

I was crying, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. "It’s so good…"

"I know, baby. I feel it too." He thrust again, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "You're mine now. My wife. Mine to fill with my cum until you're dripping with it. Love on you… everything."

The words sent another orgasm crashing through me. I clenched around him, sobbing his name.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

He didn't stop. Kept thrusting, kept praising, kept telling me how perfect I was, how good I felt, how much he loved me.

"I'm going to fill you up," he groaned. "Going to pump you so full of my seed you'll feel it for days. And every time you move, every time you sit down, you'll remember that you're mine."

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, please, I want it."

"You want my cum, baby? Want me to mark this perfect pussy as mine?"

"God, yes."

He thrust harder, faster, chasing his release. "You're going to take every drop. Going to keep it all inside. And someday, when you're ready, I'm going to watch my baby grow inside you. Going to see you plump with our child and know that I did that. That you’re carrying my seed."

The image, the words, the feeling of him so deep inside me, sent me over the edge again. I came screaming, my whole body shaking. Mikhail followed with a roar, his hips slamming up one final time as he emptied himself inside me. I felt it, hot and wet, filling me up just like he promised.