Page 169 of Hidden Empire

My little wife is so hungry for it, I can’t keep her waiting much longer.

Without warning, I pull the ends of her dress into my hands and tug, shedding it and tossing it aside. Her chest is bare, nipples already stiffened into peaks for me. She’s been skipping a bra a lot lately, claiming to be too sensitive for the tight fabric around her tits. I haven’t complained, of course.

“Peel those panties off for me, Krasotka,” I command, cupping her breasts with each of my hands. They’re soft but heavy and just as mouth-watering as the rest of her.

My head dips down, back bending to bring my mouth to her chest. Jade wiggles out of her bottoms while I close my lips around her perky, pink nipple. Her ribs expand with a gasp, mouth dropping open in a wide O.

“Mmm,” I groan as she moans.

Needing to taste them both, I switch to her other breast, sucking the tip into my mouth. My tongue twirls around it while my thumb massages the other, and Jade squirms until her panties hit the ground at our feet.

Still teasing her nipples, my arms wrap around the back of her legs, lifting her off of the floor and falling with her into the bed. Her back hits flush against the mattress, dark hair spilling around her chest and arms. Being between her legs has the heat of her center pressed against the bulge in my pants, causing me to groan.

“Your clothes,” she protests, trying to shove my shirt off of my shoulders.

“You want to see me?” I ask, sitting back on my heels to tug off my belt.

“Uh-huh,” she whimpers.

“My gorgeous, greedy wife,” I say, looking at her splayed out beneath me. Her knees are spread, not shy about exposing the wet cunt she has between her thighs.

I pull my shirt off with little effort, tossing it off of the bed, along with my belt. If I take my cock out now, she won’t be able to get her mind off of it, so I don’t. I wasn’t lying about missing her taste, and I can’t have her on my dick until I’ve got her cum soaked all over my tongue.

Distracting her so that she can’t think about my pants, I drop heated kisses all the way down her leg, teasing extra hard when I get to her inner thigh. The smell of her arousal is like a fucking drug that I can’t resist.

Without warning, I drag my tongue through her soft folds, flatting and flicking it over her pussy. Her hips bow off the bed, and she cries out from only one lick.

“You see why you had to wait for this, baby? You’re such a responsive girl, I could never do this to you with your family in the house.” To drive my point home even further, I press a deep kiss right on her clit and tease her center with my index finger.

“Ahhh,” she cries, pushing herself harder into my mouth. “More, more, more,” she chants, desperate to come, but we’ve only just begun.

Slipping a thick finger into her tight hole, I grin as she pants for it. My tongue twirls around her sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting the little spot that drives her wild. I finger her faster, slipping a second finger inside and pumping in and out. My fingers curl and drag along the soft, spongy walls, lighting up even more nerves as I work. Jade’s whimpers and moans become louder, and she shoves a hand into my hair, gripping hard to keep me here. Like I’d ever leave my favorite place willingly.

“Dmitri,” she gasps, starting to hump back against my tongue. “S-so close.”

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vise, trying to squeeze me so hard that I can’t remove them. Her skin gets hotter and hotter with every swipe of my tongue.

“I know, Krasotka,” I murmur, barely lifting my lips off of her to speak. “I know you’re close, baby. I can fucking taste it.”

“Oh my goooddd,” she cries, her free hand slapping against the bed and pulling her blanket into a shaking fist. “Fuck, I love you so much,” she babbles, her orgasm seconds away. “You take such good care of my puss—ughhh?—”

I suck her clit, causing her to scream and throw her head back, humping against me through every wave of pleasure. Her walls pulse around my fingers, cum flooding them as she loses all control. Working her through every last second of her climax is one of my favorite parts, along with the way she begs and pleads without uttering a word, rolling her hips and breathing so frantically that her ribs shake.

When her panting becomes softer and her squirming ends, I slowly pull back. Unwilling to waste a drop of her honey, I suck my fingers between my lips, drinking her taste down with a satisfied grin. The lust still lingers in her eyes as she watches me, but the urgency is gone.

“I love you too, baby,” I tell her, not forgetting the way she screamed that particular declaration. “You were so good for me.”

“I try,” she pants, attempting to joke.

I know she already feels better and could probably remain content for a few more days from that orgasm alone. But it isn’t truly enough.

My wife needs dick.

“You feel better, love?” I ask, reaching for my pants button. “Or do you need more?”

“More,” she replies immediately, her eyes zeroing in on the bulge in my pants.

“Yeah?” I tease, pulling down my zipper. Leaning down, my lips hover about her pubic mound. “Do you need my mouth again, baby?”

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