Page 74 of Prince of Control
I need to fuck my wife so badly I’m going to explode.
She pops off my cock and licks the saliva from her lower lip.
“You are so fucking hot.” It’s a wonder I even know how to speak. I’m pretty sure all my brain cells are in my dick right now. “Come here, printsessa.” I grip her elbows and pull her up to standing then shove her sweatpants down her legs. She isn’t wearing panties, which drives me out of my mind. I pick her up and carry her to the bed, my fingers splayed across her bare ass cheeks.
“My turn to taste you,” I say. I roll her to her side and pull one knee up over my shoulder to lick into her. I caress the inner thigh of her other leg as my tongue parts her pleats. She’s dripping already, and the taste of her honey drives me insane.
I lick my thumb and bring it to her clit while I tongue and suck and devour her delicious pussy.
“Roll over,” I command, my hand already turning her hips, so she faces the bed. “Do you like it from behind?” I keep her flat on her belly, but push her legs wide and enter her.
She moans her yes.
I glide in easily; she’s more than ready to take me. As I rock my hips against the soft pillows of her ass, I nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing in the butterscotch scent of her hair.
“I love having you in my bed,” I murmur although my brain is already scrambling from being inside her. “Our bed.”
“Mmmm,” she moans in response.
“I love having you in my house. In my life.” The most vulnerable admission slips from my mouth in my sex-haze. “I want you to stay.”
My fear exposed: I’ve been scrambling to seduce Lara into staying with me. Maybe because I never saw this as a permanent thing. Or maybe because I still think she’s going to end up with Brash Rostov. But from the beginning, it’s felt like there’s a ticking clock, and I only have a certain amount of time with Lara before it’s over.
“I’m here,” Lara says.
She’s right. She’s here now. I can’t control the future, as much as I’d like to. All I can do is enjoy the fuck out of my wife in this moment.
I pull out and roll her to her back and slow my heart rate by sucking and pinching her nipples.
“I want to see your beautiful face when you come,” I say as I push back inside of her. “Squeeze my dick with your pussy.”
Lara’s internal muscles squeeze, and I groan. “Good girl. Just like that. Show me how fucking tight you can make it.”
She squeezes in a pulsing rhythm, tightening when I stroke in, releasing when I go out.
I know from my research into the female orgasm that tightening the internal muscles can help a woman come. She definitely seems to get excited, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breath coming out in little sobs, especially when I increase my speed.
I’m barely hanging by a thread. My balls have drawn up tight. I’m ready to explode.
“Hold your breath now,” I tell her.
She tries to focus on my face, her brow wrinkled.
“Hold your breath until you come.”
She sucks in a breath, but immediately lets it out on a sob of pleasure.
I chuckle. “Hold your breath until you come, malyshka.” I put my hand around the column of her neck. I would never squeeze her throat to cut off her air. Not even with consent. I won’t fuck with her life like that. But I know it turns women on to know I have the power to do it.
She stops her breath. Her gaze locks with mine and turns intense. I plow into her harder, jack hammering in with fast thrusts. Her face takes on a pink blush, and her eyes grow wide. Panic flashes over her expression the moment before she shrieks and convulses into orgasm. Her muscles grip my dick, and I lose control. I pump twice more and bury myself deep to come. I fill her with my seed, then ease back and push in, which sets off another wave of her contractions around my cock.
Her arms twine around my neck, and she holds me tight, her breath coming in sobs.
“I love you,” I murmur against her ear, nipping the shell with my teeth.
She goes still, her heart beating against mine. “I love you, too,” she whispers.
That’s when I know it’s all over for me. This woman walked in and flipped my entire life in one week’s time. She makes me feel whole in a way I haven’t felt since Valentina died. I don’t ever want her to walk back out.
