Page 74 of Paved in Hate

Vitaly drags his thumb along my lips. “I’ve thought about fucking this pouty mouth so many goddamn times.”

“You have?”

“I have.” He slides his thumb between my lips, forcing my mouth open. “And every time you mouth off, I think about fucking you so hard that all you can do is take it and choke around my cock.”

“I don’t mouth off,” I say, but my words are muffled by the way he’s still holding my mouth.

He gives me a sexy smirk. “You can be a smartass,ptichka, but it’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Pulling my hand from his jeans, I put it on his chest and push him back enough for me to hop down as his thumb slips from between my lips.

“Well, let’s put this smartass mouth to good use,” I say, kneeling before him.

He grins down at me and frees his cock. My eyes run over him, and when he sees how nervous I am, he reaches down and runs his fingers through my hair, gently fisting it.

“Relax, baby.” He fists himself, guiding his head to my mouth. Dragging his crown along my lips, he coats them in pre-cum, groaning when my tongue darts out for a taste. “We’re going to take this slow.”

“Okay,” I whisper, and he lets out another deep groan when the heat of my breath hits him. Looking up at him, I stick my tongue out and swipe it along his slit, licking up his arousal.

“Fucking hell,ptichka,” he groans, fisting my hair tighter. “You trying to make a liar out of me?”

He watches as I part my lips and slowly suck him in. The salty taste of him fills my mouth, and the deep groan he gives makes me brave enough to give him a good suck, pulling him deeper into me.

“God, you tempt me like no other woman ever has,” he growls. “You have no idea how badly I want to thrust into this sweet mouth and take what’s mine, but I want you to enjoy this.” He gives a soft laugh. “I don’t want you to hate blowjobs.”

I run my tongue over him and grab onto his thighs, taking him in a little deeper. He lets out another masculine groan and gently rocks his hips, giving me a bit more. I feel the power vibrating off him, and I know he could bury himself inside me if he wanted to. He can make this as rough and brutal as he wants, but he’s choosing to be gentle, and I fucking love him so goddamn much for it.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs, watching me take more of him in. “Suck me just like that.”

I run my tongue over him and suck him harder. His ragged breaths and groans have me clenching my thighs together. My pussy fucking aches for him, but I ignore it, putting all my focus on making him feel good, because there’s nothing sexier than watching my husband come undone from my touch.

When I try and take him deeper, I gag around him. My body tries to pull back on pure instinct, but Vitaly tightens his grip on my hair, holding me in place.

“Easy, baby,” he groans. “Just relax.” He gives me a wink and runs his thumb under my eye, wiping away the tears that welled up with my gag reflex. “There was no way you were going to get through this without gagging.”

He laughs at the look I give him.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t have a small dick, so you’re always going to gag when you take me in your mouth. I can help make it easier for you, though.” He drags his finger down my cheek before running it over my stretched-out top lip. “Would you like that,ptichka? Do you want me to help you suck my big cock?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, willing to do anything to make this a little easier on myself.

“Good girl,” he praises, making my pussy clench with a need that’s threatening to drive me crazy. “Just relax and breathe through your nose.”

I do as he says, concentrating on long, slow breaths through my nose as he very slowly slides in a bit more. As soon as he feels my throat start to convulse, he pulls back, allowing me a full breath of air.

“You’re doing so good, baby, and you look fucking sexy as hell with my cock in your mouth.”

I keep my eyes locked on his when he rocks his hips, sliding back into me.

“That’s right. Keep your eyes on mine. Don’t you dare look away. I’m going to fuck this sweet mouth while you watch exactly what you do to me.”

When he sees me squirm, trying like hell to get some relief to my throbbing clit, he gives a soft laugh and fists my hair even tighter.

“Does my wife need to come?”

“Mm-hmm,” I whimper.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Moan again, baby.”

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