Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 97448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“What if I’m not in the mood?” I say as I kneel between her legs and remove my belt.
“Oh, please. You’re always in the mood.”
“Maybe I’m in a bad mood today, Sasha.” I wrap the belt around my hand and slap her panty-covered pussy.
She gasps, her nails digging into the carpet, but her eyes fill with lust. So I remove her panties and groan at the Luchik’s tattooed on her skin forever.
“You shouldn’t have asked me to fuck you when I’m in this mood, because I won’t stop.” Slap. “I’ll have to wear you down and own you, wife.” Slap. “I’ll have to make you mine again and again so that you can’t think about leaving anymore.”
My name leaves her mouth in a moan as she jerks off the ground, her inner thighs shaking and her eyes rolling back.
“No, don’t come.” I stop spanking her pussy and wrap the leather around her throat.
She releases a groan, jerking her hips so that my cock is at her opening. “Please, please, don’t do the stupid orgasm denial. I hate it.”
“And you think I don’t hate it when you lie to me?”
“Kirill…” She tries to push herself against my cock, but I tighten the leather belt around her throat, stopping her from moving.
She reaches a hand out and strokes my cheek, my nose, and my lips. “Please…please…”
The desperation in her voice does me in. I can’t really deny her when she looks at me with those glittery eyes.
I would do any-fucking-thing for those eyes.
Her moan echoes in the air as I thrust inside her, but it’s cut off when I hold each end of the belt on the carpet, pulling in opposite directions.
My Sasha comes at that because she’s made for me. I get off on stealing her air,; she gets off on having her oxygen taken. I get off on fucking hard; she gets off on being handled roughly.
I pound into her through her orgasm, hitting her sensitive spot over and over. Her lips form in a wordless scream, and her back arches off the carpet.
She doesn’t try to ease the belt from around her throat. There isn’t even that natural instinct to save herself.
That’s because she trusts me not to kill her.
Not to hurt her.
Not to…violate her trust.
I release the belt when her face becomes too red and then lift her up with my hand around her back. Now that she’s sitting on my lap, the angle is deeper, and I thrust faster from beneath.
“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.” I’m about to remove her dress, but Sasha wraps her arms around my neck and crashes her lips to mine.
She kisses me like a madwoman while matching my rhythm. Her ass slaps on my groin again and again.
Well, fuck.
It doesn’t take me long to shoot my load inside her. My wife doesn’t stop kissing me while rotating her hips, going up and down in a slow, seductive rhythm.
I pull away from her. “Are you massaging your cunt with my cum, Solnyshko?”
Her bright eyes meet mine. “Don’t you do that all the time?”
Yes, I do. But I didn’t know she enjoyed it this much. I slowly slide out and reposition her, so she’s sitting on my parted thighs. My cum and her arousal drip onto the carpet.
“So messy.” I gather my cum from her pussy lips and thrust it back inside her.
Sasha shudders, an erotic smile parting her mouth as she lifts herself up and down on my fingers.
She’s still chasing the remnants of her orgasm, judging by her trembling legs and clenching cunt.
I indulge her, loving the feel of her in my arms a bit too much. I fucked Sasha for four hundred twenty times, and the spark still remains the same.
What? Of course, I’m still counting.
I release her after a while, and she sags against me, her head hidden in my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.
We spend a few moments like that before I say, “Are you not going to tell me what’s going on?”
She shudders against me, her heartbeat picking up against my chest. “How do you know something is going on?”
“Because you’re not acting normal, and I notice everything about you.”
She pulls away, but keeps her fingers threaded at my nape. “Can you give me time?”
“How long is time? A day? Two?”
“A bit longer than that. I…need to meet my family first and—”
“No.”
“I can’t just avoid them forever. Just like you can’t lock up Anton for life.”
“Both are doable.”
“Kirill,” she says with a note of frustration. “Be reasonable.”
“I perfectly am. The last two times you went to see your fucking family, I got shot twice, and you made me believe you were dead.”
“We’ll never be at peace this way.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“This is our lives. Yours and mine. You’re not the only one who gets to worry about it. I have a say in it, too. You keep calling me your wife, but you’ll never be my husband unless you make me your partner in everything.”