I hiss, and my mind becomes a vortex of emotions I’ve never received before. It’s loaded, it’s ecstatic, and it doesn’t compare to anything else.
Faint pulses of this feeling—a much milder version—shot through me every single time my wife has been brave, witty, andsubmissive in the way only she can be. Like in that basement, or that filthy club, or that party earlier.
The realization hits me like a punch in the gut, but it’s undeniable: no matter how much I try to hide it, I can’t help but want this woman with every fiber of my fucking being. And I mean, all of her, including the heart she just laid on the table for me to hold.
She shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t be clawing at it with everything I’ve got. I don’t deserve it.
But nothing can stop me from still grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into me until there’s no more space between us. I grind myself against her bare cunt like a fucking virgin, waves of pleasure seizing my balls and my crown. This, right here, feels better than I could’ve ever imagined, and I’m not even inside her yet.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh, God,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders as wet sounds begin to fill the room. My jaw clenches from how hard I’m working not to come. I won’t accept anything less than claiming her fully this time around. All yesterday did was unleash the full extent of my appetite.
“I need—” she whimpers. “Please, Mikhail.”
Jesus. She’ll fucking end me before I even start.
I wrap my fingers around her lace panties and pull until they rip, and then I yank the remaining material away from her body. Now that I don’t have to keep them hooked to the side, I use my free hand to push my finger into her tight ass as she continues chasing her high.
And, soon enough, she finds it.
Her body goes taut against me as shocks of pleasure shake her from head to toe. Her thighs, shoulders, and clit all pulse,and I greedily pull her into a kiss so I can swallow those pretty moans one by one.
She’s so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.
I stroke her head, praising her through it, mesmerized by the way she convulses in pure ecstasy.
When she’s done, I sit up, gently laying her on her back as I crawl above her, positioning my fully erect cock at her entrance. I hover on my forearms, afraid I’ll crush her, as one hand wraps around her chin and throat.
“You’ll have to forgive me, but even after yesterday, this won’t be without pain.”
She shakes her head, wrapping her hand around my wrist. “I want this. Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”
I wouldn’t dare.
I smile, pressing my lips to hers as I spear her sweetest hole enough to hear her pained voice echo inside my mouth. Warmth and softness wrap around my length, posing resistance as I work deeper into the rest of her tight channel. Even wet as she is, there’s barely any space for me to enter.Fucking hell.I let out a loud groan, tasting her minty breath before I lower my mouth to her neck, licking everywhere before and after I bite.
Her stuttered moans sound in my ears, and when I slide in further, she digs her nails into my back harder. It sends a thrilling sensation all the way to the tip of my cock.
“Ah,” she cries out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Divine. She feels fucking divine.
I hold my cock there for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of being filled and stretched. I don’t have to look down to know there’s blood. I could feel it smearing my pelvis at some point, a liquid I’m too accustomed to not to recognize.
“Is that…is that part over now?” she mewls, sobbing softly, her cunt squeezing around me.
“Almost,” I lie, placing a kiss on her jaw as I give her another inch or two, which intensifies her painful moans. I slide one hand under her nightgown, finding her breast and cupping it. That seems to loosen her a little.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Relax for me.”
She offers a quick nod, and I slide the silk material all the way up to her neck so she’s all bare.Gorgeous.
I bend my head down, wrapping my tongue around her nipples, one at a time, tasting her sweet, warm skin. My cock snakes between those soft walls, inch by inch, until eventually, I feel her clit at my base, eliciting a delightful moan from my wife at last.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her.
