Page 79 of Midnight Wedding

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, Lena, get down on your knees and let me fuck your mouth.”

“Since you’re so polite.”

I sink down, hands up above my head again. He moans as I lick him, teasing a little bit before I gobble his cock up. He thrusts his hips, and I let my spit roll down onto the shower floor, not afraid to get a little messy. Honestly, I think he likes it when I’m just a bit gross.

He moans as I gag and suck and lick him. He praises me, tells me how beautiful I am and how good my mouth feels, and it makes me feel oddly good about myself. Like I’m a sexual goddess with the skills to please this gorgeous beast.

When really, I’m just letting his big dick fuck my face.

I still feel powerful. I never thought I was the kind of woman that could please a man like Arsen, and yet he’s obsessed with me. It’s almost unhealthy, but I like it, so that works. He groansand shoves his dick into the back of my throat, and he comes in a thick spurt as I gag and struggle to swallow every drop. When he’s done, I pull back, gasping for air, a long line of spit and cum connecting my tongue and the head of his dick.

“Good girl,” he says and drags me to my feet. He kisses me, not caring about what’s still on my lips. “Good fucking girl.”

“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” I say, grinning like a maniac. He’s very good at thecrazything, I’m finding out.

“That’s because youarespecial to me, Lena. You’re everything.”

“You’re just saying that because you like fucking my mouth.”

“Ilovefucking your mouth, but you’re much more than that.”

“Yeah? What am I then?”

“My wife. The future. The mother of my child.” He gently strokes my cheek. “The only woman that could possibly see my darkest horrors and end up trying to clean them away instead of trying to escape.”

I shrug a little, glowing with pride and trying not to let him see it.

“No big deal. It was just some cleaning solvent.”

He laughs and kisses me. We stay like that in the shower for a little while longer, and I’m not in a rush to go anywhere else.

Chapter 28

Lena

The townhouse is absolutely gorgeous. It’s in a prime spot in a gated neighborhood. The guard out front is a nice older man who waves me through. “I met your parents. Great people!”

There’s a rosebush out front, and the doorbell works. I don’t remember the last time my parents had a workinganything, much less an actualdoorbell.

Mom answers and looks surprised to see me. She’s got a red headwrap on and her usual loose outfit, and she only hesitates a second before grabbing me in a big, tight hug.

“You gained weight,” I say into her shoulder.

She slaps my back lightly. “It’s this housekeeper your husband hired. She cooks Russian food. Did you know that?”

“I have a feeling he did that on purpose.”

“Your father’s getting fat and lazy too. I have him walking laps around the neighborhood.”

“Mom, come on, give him a break.”

“Break? Him? That lazy bastard doesn’t need a break. He needs a job!” Mom steers me into the house.

“I’m retired!” Dad calls from the other room. “Don’t let her tell you any different!”

The townhouse is tastefully furnished. Some of the stuff I recognize from our old apartment, like the paintings and the family photographs, but most of the stuff is brand new. The kitchen is spacious and has gourmet appliances, and the living room’s got a huge flatscreen TV. Dad’s lounging on the couch, looking like he’s half asleep, even though it’s only two in the afternoon.

---