Page 171 of Hidden Empire

The praise is like a direct tap on my clit, a rush of heat swelling all throughout my body. My cheeks must be blood red while I let out a mewled moan.

“You like that, wife?” he asks, rolling his hips forward with more force than before. “You like when I tell you how pretty you look on your back, legs spread nice and wide, while you let me stuff this hot little pussy full of cock?”

I nod eagerly, gasping as he picks up the pace. “You know I do.”

“That’s right,” he agrees. “I know exactly what you need, love.”

Borderline blinding pleasure zips up my spine as he leans forward more, putting his pelvis directly against my clit with each new thrust. Dmitri gives it to me harder and faster, driving me wild. He’s done with drawing out every moment and has moved on to the seriously intense stuff.

It’s impossible to hide sounds or muffle my moans. He gets raw and unfiltered reactions with every move. My hands reach up and hold onto his chest, needing the stability of my hold on him.

“Fuck,” Dmitri curses, hands tightening on my sides. “You feel so fucking good, Krasotka.”

“Dmitri,” I whimper, squeezing his chest tighter, nails digging softly into his skin. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop?—”

“Shhh,” he coos, continuing to rock his hips. “I’m not stopping, baby.”

We go for so long that time seems to bleed around us, like a made-up concept with absolutely no purpose or impact on our lives. It’s just me and him. Dmitri and I, two bodies and two souls wrapped around each other, worshiping one another.

When we finish, my limbs feel like gummy worms that are falling off at the root. Everything is so deliciously sore, and my husband doesn’t hesitate to take care of me.

Dmitri carries me to the shower bridal-style, stepping under the warm spray while I’m still in his arms. Cum spills down my thighs, slowly trickling out of me as he stands me up, keeping me supported with his strong arms.

“Lean against me if you need to, Krasotka,” he instructs softly. “I’ve got you, Jade.” I take the invitation gratefully, resting my head against his chest while the soothing rainfall trickles on and around us.

“How are you not exhausted?” I ask, mouth pulling open in a yawn. “You did most of the work, and I feel like I just ran seven miles.”

“Only seven?” he teases, kissing my neck sweetly.

I shudder but shake my head. “I couldn't handle even a quarter mile more, so don’t get any ideas,” I warn him, kissing his chest in return.

He chuckles and reaches for a bottle while keeping me safely tucked against him. Dmitri starts to lather some body wash between his fingers, filling the shower with warm vanilla citrus-scented air. As soon as his hands start to massage my arms with it, I slump even more against him. It feels so damn good—so impossibly relaxing—I could fall asleep to this.

“Keep those whimpers to yourself, baby,” he rumbles, continuing to wash me, his hands shifting lower to work on my stomach next. “Unless you’d like another round after all?”

My stomach flutters, and I groan pathetically. “Don’t tempt me, husband. I can hardly keep my eyes open, let alone my legs.”

His cock hardens and twitches against my side. “Call me your husband again, and I’ll hold your legs open for you,” he speaks, voice dripping with new lust. “I have no issue with fucking you in my arms right here, wife.”

Oh god.

My thighs quiver, and suddenly I don’t feel so tired, nor so sore.

“Dmitri?” I ask, voice coming out with a small shake.

“Yes, Krasotka?”

My fingers play with his chest hair, twirling around it before walking down his stomach. “I need my husband,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft of his hard cock to punctuate my claim.

In one swift movement, he lifts me by hooking his arms around the back of my thighs, pulling me up to eye level, and crushes my lips into a fevered kiss.

His cock lays flat against my pussy, teasing my clit with friction while we attack each other’s mouths. Our tongues have a messy finesse, boldly stroking in and out of greedy lips while Dmitri pins me to the tiled wall. Continuing to hold me up with little effort, he uses the wall as an anchor so he can access one of his hands.

He taps the head of his cock against my clit, watching it just like I do.

“Such a good girl for your husband,” he purrs, teasing me with another tap. “You want another fuck, baby? A nice and hard one?”

Something about his display of strength has me dripping with more than just his remaining cum. Every touch he provides feels like electricity coursing through my veins. I’ve always loved Dmitri’s size and the way it makes me feel to just be next to him. But the way he’s lifting me up and controlling every ounce of my weight makes me want to get on my knees and show him just how much I love him.

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