I lick him, pouting, but secretly I’m buzzing with how twisted this man’s mind can be. He shoves a thumb in my mouth, swirling it around, before pushing my lips open wider. I whimper when his dick fucks my lips again, his groans driving me wild as my fingers stroke my clit faster. Whirls of pleasure burn in my skull, making me dizzy and wild with bliss, until he yanks me back by the hair.
“Fuck if you keep moaning on my cock like that I’m going to come in the back of your throat.”
“Then do it.”
He leans down. One hand cups my pussy, the other jerks my hair until our lips bang together. I moan into his possessive kiss.
“There’s only one place I want to come, love, and that’s deep between your legs.”
I purr, not too gone to notice that he’s calling melove, and not too stupid to realize I really like it. “Why’s that? We should be careful, right?”
“Except you’re my wife. Fuck careful. Fuck everything. I want to fill you to the brim and satisfy you.”
“You think that’s satisfying to me?”
“I think your virgin pussy needs to be taught what it loves.”
Well fuck.
He drags me into his lap. I straddle him, not sure what I’m doing, but his hands help me get the motion right. I grind back, taking him inside, moaning low and loud as he fills me completely. It still hurts, but a lot less—his dick’s soaked from my spit and I’m dripping with arousal. He fills me and I ease down his shaft, before I grind back up and start to ride him.
He sucks my tits, licking my stiff nipples as I go faster. I’ve never done this before and I’m pretty sure this freaking chair’s about to break, but I don’t care. I go harder as his hands squeeze my breasts, sucking, licking, moaning with these deep animal groans, and his dick feels like heaven, but that’s not what kills me.
It’s how much he wants this. How his hands explore me, his mouth can’t get off me, his eyes can’t look anywhere but me. It’s the way he’s sinking so deeply into this and dragging me down with him. It’s all so broken, all so fucked, and I love it so much it’s making my brain twist. He reaches back, grips my ass and smacks my cheeks hard, before spreading me wide and pounding into me.
“That’s right, baby, take it all,” he moans into my ear as I wrap my arms around his neck and lean forward. He takes over, driving in deep. I bite his shoulder, screaming out with how good it feels.
“God damn it, Nika, love, I can’t—fuck, baby, I can’t—“ The pure distress, the utter bliss, the terror and the elation in his tone throws me over the edge.
I grind down hard as the orgasm slams into me. I shatter, I break, I melt against this man, this hateful broken man, this perfect, beautiful man, I come so hard I can’t see or think or feel, there’s only him filling me up, draining himself into my pussy, holding me down so I get every single drop.
“Fuck baby,” he says, gasping for breath. I look up and kiss him, tangling fingers into his hair.
“Was that what you wanted?” I whisper, nipping at the corner of his lips.
“God yes. Exactly what I needed and more.”
“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
He laughs and smacks my butt roughly. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t nearly fall off me you came so hard.”
“I did not!”
“Please, love, you didn’t even realize. I had to hold you up.”
“Well, I mean—“ My cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I enjoyed myself, okay!”
“Good.” He strokes a thumb down my cheek. “That’s what I want.”
I lean into him and we stay like that. I fit so right in his lap. I listen to his heart and close my eyes, trying not to think about what’s back in Paris, what’s waiting for us, Daniel’s unconscious body in the other room, all the dead we’ve already left in our wake. I try not to dream about the mistakes we might still make and how it could damn us all to hell if we don’t get this right.
“It makes you a better leader,” I murmur, feeling heavy and light all at once. “Caring about them.”
“I’m not sure it does.”
“That’s okay. I’ll be sure for both of us.”
He sighs, burying his face in my neck, and breathes me in deep. “You should know… I’m going to do something dangerous soon.”