She tasted sweet and I could smell everything. The heat, the musk, the need—right beneath my nose. I went back and this time buried my tongue inside her, licking her out until she dissolved into a series of whimpers and cries.
I withdrew and ran my tongue upward to circle her clit. Firm and swollen.
“V-Vadim,” she stuttered, her voice raw from my use of her throat.
“Hush. Let me taste you,” I said, before returning to the beginning.
This time I pressed her thighs down, forcing her open for my mouth. I could get the hang of being a good husband. Soon I would be giving the baker tips.
Within minutes her cries and begging echoed around the room. I licked my lips before tracing my fingers around them, savouring her taste as I stood.
I said nothing, but she gripped the backs of her knees and held herself open for me. No words were required. Not for this.
I stared at her wet pussy and the darker ring below it. Everything laid open for me.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked, rubbing my jaw.
Rage flashed in her eyes.
“There are no guns down here,moya ozornitsa,” I teased, sliding my cock along her slit.
Heat against heat.
“Only us,” I said, easing myself inside her.
Her eyes fluttered. Bliss replaced the anger.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was mine. Just like every child I put in that belly. I leaned down, pushing my hands beneath her arms until I gripped her shoulders, fingers curled around them. Everything just fit.
I didn’t hesitate. My hips drove into her like an animal passing off its genes before she could vanish—which she had already proven she was capable of.
“Yes. God. Yes, like that,” she began to mumble.
Her words drove me to give her more. My chest rose and fell as I plundered her. I placed my lips on her neck, tempted to sink my teeth in.
“So deep,” she cried.“Ooooh.”
“Yeah,” I hissed.“You’re never leaving me.”
The lewd sounds of flesh against flesh, our pants and grunts—a symphony. The deeper I plunged the more she gushed around me.
I hoped we had another daughter. The thought came out of nowhere. I had been so certain I needed an heir.
“Uh-oh, I’m—I’m,” she began to stutter.
“Blyad,” I spat, raising my head.“Come, baby. Come on my cock.”
Her soft velvety insides stiffened. Tightened. Her strangled cries followed and I felt her tremble beneath me.
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Each wet smack of my balls against her was a declaration. A war cry. Probably both. I came so suddenly I hissed—my cock throbbing, seed spurting deep inside her. Rapture. Bliss. All of it washing over me as more spilled into her.
Still panting, breathing heavy through the last of it.
She groaned beneath me.
“Give me a minute,” I groaned.
