He’s gone freaking commando all night. I lift my gaze to his face. He shrugs. “You weren’t wearing any panties tonight, so.”
I laugh and shake my head, but my attention is back on his thick and heavy cock. It’s already rock hard, the thick vein along the underside pulsing. The head is flushed dark and glistening with precum. It twitches under my stare, curving proudly toward his abs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around the thick base. He hisses through his teeth as I give him one slow, firm stroke from tip to root, spreading the slick bead of precum down his shaft. “So hard for me already. Did you spend the entire party thinking about not wearing panties?”
“Every fucking second,” he rasps, voice gravel-rough. His hands twitch like he wants to grab me, but he keeps them on the bed. “Knew my wife was walking around that room bare and dripping for me. Nearly dragged you into the bathroom to bend you over.”
I smile, slow and wicked, and squeeze him tighter. “Not tonight. Tonight you’re going to lie here and take what I give you.”
I climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, and straddle him. His cock nestles hot and heavy against my bare pussy as I settle my weight on him.
I’m already soaked. Just thinking about my husband floods my pussy.
My slick folds glide along the thick length of him, coating him in my arousal. The head of his cock nudges my swollen clit with every tiny shift of my hips, sending sparks through me.
I brace my hands on his chest, feeling his heart hammering under my palms, and rock slowly against him. The friction is perfect.
His hot, velvety skin slides through my wet pussy lips, the fat head catching on my entrance on every forward glide but not pushing inside yet. I tease us both, rolling my hips in lazy circles, letting my wetness drip down his shaft.
“Roza,” he groans, the sound guttural. His hands finally move, gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Stop teasing and sit on my cock. I need to be inside you.”
“Not yet,” I whisper, leaning down to brush my lips against his. I kiss him slow and deep, tasting the whiskey from the gala on his tongue, while I keep rocking. Every slide drags his cock through my folds, the head bumping my clit until I’m panting into his mouth. “I want to feel how much you want me first.”
His grip tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re dripping all over me, wife. This greedy little cunt is weeping for my cock and you’re making me wait? Bad girl.”
The dirty words send a fresh rush of heat between my legs. I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, and line him up. The blunt head presses right against my entrance, stretching me open just a fraction. I sink down slowly, inch by thick inch, feeling every ridge and vein as my pussy opens around him.
The stretch is delicious, burning in the best way.
When I’m fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, we both moan.
“Fuck,Roza,” he growls, head falling back against the pillows. His hands slide up to grip my waist, holding me down on him. “So tight. So wet. This pussy was made for me.”
I move, making slow, deliberate rolls of my hips. Rising until just the head is inside me, then sinking back down until his cock’s my cervix. The angle is perfect. Every downward stroke grinds my clit against his pelvis. My breasts bounce with each movement, nipples tight and aching.
Alexei’s eyes are locked on them, dark and ravenous. “Look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. “Riding your husband’s cock like you own it. These pretty tits bouncing for me. This tight cunt swallowing me whole. You’re so fucking perfect,Roza.”
His praise makes me bolder. I brace my hands on his chest and start fucking him harder, the wet sounds of my pussy taking his cock filling the room. His thick shaft drags against my inner walls with every stroke, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my toes curl.
I’m so full, so stretched, and the power of having him beneath me, letting me set the pace, is intoxicating.
“Alexei,” I moan, head tipping back. “You feel so good. So deep.”
One of his hands leaves my waist and slides up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple hard. “That’s it,Roza. Use me. Ride my cock until you come all over it. I want to feel this pussy flutter and squeeze me when you fall apart.”
I ride him faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. Sweat beads on my skin. My thighs burn, but I don’t stop. The pressure builds low in my belly, tight and coiling, every downward thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
Alexei’s cock throbs inside me, hot and heavy, and I can tell he’s fighting to let me stay in control.
Suddenly he snaps.
With a low, feral growl, he sits up, one arm banding around my back to hold me flush against him. The new position presses my clit harder against his pelvis and changes the angle so he’s even deeper. His other hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me down into a bruising kiss as he thrusts up into me, hard, deep, relentless strokes.
“You had your fun, wife,” he snarls against my mouth, voice dark and dominant. “Now your husband is going to fuck you properly.”
He drives into me with powerful strokes, hips snapping up to meet every downward grind of mine. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy echoes around us. I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure crashes through me. His cock hits that perfect spot over and over, the head kissing my cervix with every brutal thrust.
“Come on my cock, wife,” he commands, teeth grazing my neck. “Come all over your husband’s thick cock while I’m buried deep inside you.”
