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When Matvey goes upstairs to beat the shit out of one of the punching bags, I stand up, taking Katya with me. She laughs and throws her arms around me for balance.

“What are you up to?” Her breath is whisper-soft against the shell of my ear.

I give her earlobe a soft bite. “It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve heard my wife scream my name.”

Chapter11

Katya

As soon as Vitaly gets us through the bedroom door, he’s kicking it shut and kissing me like it’s been years since he had his mouth on me instead of hours. Our tongues clash for dominance, but when he fists the back of my hair, demanding I submit to him, I do it with a moan, melting against his touch. The kiss turns slow as he savors the taste and feel of me. Vitaly doesn’t just kiss me; he possesses every goddamn inch of me. Every part of me belongs to him, and I can tell by the satisfied growl he gives that he knows it.

Still kissing me, he sets me on the bed and brings his hand up my thigh and between my legs, roughly yanking my panties off. When his fingers graze my inner thighs and he feels how wet I am, he groans and gives my bottom lip a soft bite.

“So fucking wet for me, baby.” I feel him smile against my lips as he slowly drags a finger along my slit. “This little cunt is sloppy, so fucking wet you’re dripping down your thighs.” His tongue slowly runs along the seam of my lips as his finger does the same to my pussy, and the sensation has me moaning and rocking my hips up to him. He lets out a sexy, deep laugh and dips his finger inside just enough to have my back arching off the bed and my fingers digging into his back for more.

“It pains me to see my wife so sexually unsatisfied,” he murmurs against my lips. “I wonder how many times I should make you come.”

His finger dips inside me before pulling back out, the teasing thrust making me let out a needy whimper. He nibbles a line along my jaw, working his way to my neck.

Nipping the delicate skin beneath my ear, he murmurs against my skin, “I wonder if I can make you pass out from coming too much.”

“What?”

He gives a soft laugh before licking my neck and blowing a breath against my sensitive skin. It sends a ripple of pleasure through me that makes it impossible to do anything except cling to him and feel what he’s giving me. He keeps teasing my pussy, slowly dipping in further and further, curling his finger inside me and hitting some crazy sensitive spot that leaves my entire body shaking with need.

His deep laugh is sexy as hell, the sound vibrating against my skin as he kisses along my collarbone. He’s so fucking skilled with his fingers that the orgasm takes me by complete surprise. It effortlessly crashes into me, pulling a surprised gasp from my parted lips before I moan his name and cling to him as my body tenses and my whole world turns to pure bliss.

“That’s one,ptichka,” he growls against my skin, rimming my clit as he keeps the orgasm going. I tug on his shirt, desperate to feel him. “Always so eager to get me naked,” he teases, but he’s not wrong. Any excuse to see Vitaly without clothes is a good one. I’m of the firm opinion that any time we’re behind closed doors, he shouldn’t be wearing a damn thing except his sexy smile.

When I don’t stop tugging, he laughs and sits up, pinning me in place with his heated stare. I watch him unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing the tattooed, chiseled chest and abs that I will never be able to get enough of.

“You’re too perfect,” I tell him, making him give that sexy laugh again.

“Already drunk on orgasms and I’ve only given you one. Better hang in there, baby, you’ve got a long way to go.”

I laugh because there’s no way he’s going to make me pass out from coming too much. I mean is that even a real thing?

He tosses his shirt aside and leans closer, dragging his nose slowly along my cheek. “You’re looking very confident. Myptichkais so sure I can’t do it.” His teeth graze my jaw before I feel the wet heat of his tongue give me a slow, sensual lick. “I’m looking forward to seeing your stunned face when you wake back up.” He nips at the skin along my neck, slowly working his way down as he murmurs, “You’ll look at me like I’m your god. Won’t you, baby?”

“Fuck,” I gasp when he gives the crook of my neck a hard suck.

“Soon, sweetheart,” he whispers, “but first you need to come all over my hand again like a good girl.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just slides another finger into me while his thumb continues to work my clit.

“You hear how wet you are?” His lips dance along my skin, making goosebumps rise across my chest and arms. “I think you like having your husband’s hand on your pussy. Isn’t that right, baby?”

When I don’t answer fast enough, he gives my clit a soft squeeze that has me bucking up against him.

“Answer me, or the next pinch will be harder.”

“Yes,” I manage to rasp before he pulls an embarrassingly loud moan from me. His laugh is dark and seductive and when I drag my nails up his spine, he groans and grinds his hard cock against my thigh. “You feel what you fucking do to me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He rocks his hips again, letting me feel how goddamn big he is.

“You’ll be coming all over my cock soon enough.” He drags the hard, thick length of him down my thigh. “I wonder how many I can get out of you.” The fingers of his other hand slip beneath the neckline of my dress before he pulls hard, ripping fabric and baring my tits to him. The way he’s rubbing my clit makes it impossible for me to give the slightest fuck about my ruined dress.

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