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“Fuck, I want to see you come again,” he rasps, the evidence of my arousal gleaming on my inner thighs. “I can practically taste how badly you need me.”
Whimpering, I rock against him shamelessly, chasing the delicious friction. I’m so far gone, I almost don’t notice the fresh blood blooming across his bandages. Almost.
“Shit, Victor, your stitches,” I pant, even as my treacherous body screams at me to just take what I need.
“I’m fine,” he snarls, one hand fisting in my hair as the other cups my pussy to plunge two thick fingers knuckle-deep into my clenching heat again. “I’m not stopping until I’m buried inside this tight little cunt.”
The lewd words send a bolt of lust straight to my core, and I keen helplessly, fucking myself on his fingers. But the sane part of my lust-fogged brain won’t let me be selfish, not when he’s already bleeding so much.
Gritting my teeth, I wrench myself away from his magical hands, ignoring his growl of protest. Before he can stop me, I push him flat on his back and climb astride him, pinning his wrists above his head.
“You’re going to lie there and let me ride you,” I demand breathlessly, holding his darkening gaze.
Slowly, deliberately, I grind my dripping pussy along the rigid length of his cloth-covered cock. “Understand?”
For a moment, he looks mutinous, his hips bucking up in a bid for control. But as I lean down to bite his ear, my nipples grazing his chest, I feel him shudder beneath me.
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he rumbles, but there’s a glint of admiration in his blazing eyes. “Alright, little firecracker. Light me up.”
With a triumphant grin, I kiss my way down his straining body, determined to show him that his pleasure is safe in my hands…
Chapter 10
Victor
I WATCH transfixed as Laura slowly sinks down between my legs, her eyes dark with desire as she takes in the sight of my straining cock. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coiling tight in my gut.
Her delicate fingers make quick work of my belt buckle, and I groan as she finally frees me from the confines of my pants. She licks her lips, her gaze devouring me hungrily. Fuck, the way she looks at me… like she wants to consume me whole…
“Such a big, hard cock for me,” she purrs, wrapping her small hand around my throbbing shaft. “All mine now, isn’t it, husband?”
I let out a strangled sound as she strokes me from base to tip, my hips bucking up into her touch involuntarily. “Fuck, kiska… Don’t tease.”
She smirks up at me, laying a soft kiss on the leaking head of my dick. “Mm, but you taste so good. I want to savor this.”
And then her hot little mouth is engulfing me, and I see stars, my head slamming back against the pillow. She takes me deep, sucking hard as her head bobs up and down my length.
Each pull of her lips drags me closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.
“Shit… close,” I grit out, my hand fisting in her hair. But to my shock, she pulls off with an obscene pop, denying my release.
I snarl in frustration, but then she’s straddling my hips, sinking down on my aching cock in one smooth glide. A guttural groan tears from my chest at the feel of her tight, slick heat sheathing me so perfectly. Like she was made for me.
“You don’t get to come until I do,” Laura declares breathlessly as she starts to ride me. And fuck if that bossy tone doesn’t make me even harder.
My hands grip her hips, guiding her rhythm as she rises and falls on my shaft. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, captivated by the erotic sight of my cock disappearing into her wet pussy over and over. Knowing I’m the only man who will ever have her like this again.
As she clenches around me, her movements growing frantic, I pull her down into a searing kiss. Tongues tangling, bodies moving as one, racing toward sweet oblivion together.
“Fuck. kiska,” I groan.
Suka, I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.
The realization hits me like a freight train as Laura rides me with wild abandon, her head thrown back in ecstasy. It’s unsettling, these unfamiliar emotions stirring in my chest. I don’t do feelings, can’t afford that complication.
Not when our marriage has an expiration date.
But then she’s slowing her pace, rolling her hips in a sensual grind that has my head spinning. Her eyes lock with mine, the jade tint darkening with lust and something deeper, more intense.
