Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
The sun was setting when we drove back to the villa. My hand stayed on her the entire time, resting higher now at her thigh, my grip firm enough that she couldn’t ignore it. By the time we stepped inside the villa, my cock was hard and aching, and I was done holding back. I wanted my wife. I wanted to fuck Lucia.
The front door had barely closed behind us before I pulled her into me, my hand sliding from her waist to the back of her neck, holding her there as I looked down at her.
Feral want sizzled in my blood, dangerous, sharp and violent as it rushed through my veins. I stared at Lucia, feeling this obsession, this addictive need that called to me like my favorite drug.
My grip tightened slightly at the back of her neck as I pulled her closer and kissed her without giving her time to think about it. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It carried everything I hadn’t said out loud.
Lucia responded immediately, her breasts molding to my chest, her nails digging into my biceps. She moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it, needing it as sustenance.
I guided her until her back hit the wall. My hand slid down her body, pulling her dress up just enough to get where I wanted, to that hot and drenched place nestled between her thighs. And when I touched her, she was already dripping. Of course she was, my beautiful little slut who couldn’t help but be primed for me.
“See what you do to me?” I murmured, unzipping and pulling my hard cock out of my pants, grinding into the softness of her belly.
Her breath broke against my mouth, her body reacting before she could control it, and I didn’t stop. I pushed further, watching her face—her expression—when I tunneled one, then two fingers into her pussy.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her for a few seconds before pulling them out and sucking them, groaning over her delicious taste. Her flavor exploded along my tongue, and I snarled. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and eat her out until I suffocated.
I turned her, pressing her chest to the wall. Lucia braced her hands in front of her and looked over her shoulder, her desire-filled eyes locking on mine, her mouth parted as she panted. I let out the low breath I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow,” I vowed and used my foot to kick her legs further apart. I pulled her lower body out more, her ass popped out, and her dress pooled at her waist.
I pushed into her tight little body, slow and deep. Her perfect cunt tightened around me like it was created just for my dick, and I set the pace, controlled at first, making sure she felt every inch before giving her more.
She gasped, her pussy clenching around my cock, her fingers curling against the wall. I felt every shift, every reaction, every moment where she gave in instead of pulling away. I fucked her like I’d die if I didn’t, broken, dirty strings of Russian spilling from my mouth.
“Ty moya. Moya zhena. Moya krasivaya shlyukha. Ya budu delat' vse, chto zachu s tem, chto prinadlezhit mne. Nikogda ne zabyvay, komu ty prinadlezhish'.” You’re mine. My wife. My beautiful slut. I’ll do whatever I want with what’s mine. Never forget who you belong to.
I felt my balls tighten before I let go, ropes of cum shooting out of me and filling every inch of her cunt. I didn’t stop until she was a sloppy mess between her thighs, my seed and her pussy cream squelching out and slicking both of us.
When I finally pulled back, my semi-hard cock bounced, a string of my cum mixed with her wetness hanging on the tip. I leaned back and demanded, “Push me out.” My dick throbbed again, already getting stiff once more.
She gasped, still staring at me over her shoulder, but she obeyed as she gave me what I wanted, milkiness sliding out of her tight hole before dripping onto the floor.
“So fucking hot.”
I didn’t look away from her as she caught her breath, didn’t give her space to hide from what had just happened between us. My hand slid back to her hip, pulling her against me again like I wasn’t finished, like I never would be.
“This doesn’t stop here,” I said quietly, my voice lower now, rougher. “Not in this villa. Not anywhere. You’re my wife, Lucia. I’ll kill for you. I’ll bleed for you. And I’ll fuck you like this every day until the whole world knows you smell like me and wear my marks of passion and ownership.”
“I know,” she whispered.
This wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just the marriage. And as I tightened my hold on her, keeping Lucia exactly where I wanted her, one thing locked into place in a way I didn’t question.