Page 42 of Devil's Bride

We’re both panting when I pull away. I move to unbuckle my belt, but Irina places her hand on mine. “I’ll do it,” she says in a soft, sultry voice.

I allow her to push me against the wall and kneel in front of me. My erection springs free as she pulls down my slacks and briefs. I grunt when she wraps her hand around the shaft of my cock.

“It’s so big,” she whispers. She’s pumping me, and her eyes are fixed on a bead of precum at the tip of my dick. “I wonder if this will fit in my mouth.”

I grin. “Why don’t you try?”

Her tongue darts out and swipes over her lips, then she takes me in her mouth, licking the precum off first.

I groan. Anticipation surges through me like fire. I’m desperate for more.

Irina takes me in until I feel my cock hitting the back of her throat, then she begins to suck and pump me. I grab her head, fucking her face until her eyes are teary and she’s gagging.

“Fuck. This fucking feels good.” I can tell it’s her first time taking a man in her pretty mouth, but she’s good at it. Her teeth are sheathed behind her lips and she continue to take me deep. “You’re so fucking good, baby.”

It doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm build. Her mouth is nice, but I’d rather come inside her. I pull out, help her to her feet and press her over the vanity table.

God, she’s sexy. The curve of her ass is perfect. I press my cock against her entrance for a second, then I slam into her.

She clutches the edges of the table, moaning sweetly as I slam into her. “You’re tight, baby. You’re perfect.” I groan. “You’re mine.”

Mine.

And I’m hers.

It feels strange. I’ve always claimed women for myself. But I’d never willfully given myself up to any woman until now. Jesus. The power Irina holds over me…

I reach for her hands and pin them behind her. Each thrust is deep, hard, and possessive. I go faster as my climax approaches, and when it erupts, I come with a powerful groan, pouring my seeds inside her.

Irina clenches around me, her moans turn into a cry as an orgasm overtakes her for the second time tonight. She trembles with pleasure and her walls tighten, only releasing when I’m already soft inside her.

I slide out and turn her around. She collapses on my chest, gasping for air. She’s beautiful.

I push stray strands of red hair from her face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lifting her from the floor bridal style, I carry her to the bathroom and run the hot water. We wash each other before we return to the bedroom and tuck ourselves under the blankets. We’re still both naked.

Irina rests her head on my chest. She smells like vanilla and strawberries. “Can I ask you something?”

I trail my fingers over the small of her back. “Shoot.”

She swallows loudly and asks, “Who was that woman at the club?”

I instantly know who she is talking about. “Nadya?”

Her head nods. “Yes, her.”

“She’s nobody.” Irina is sensitive, I don’t think she’d like to hear me call a woman a whore, but still I explain it to her. “Nadya is Igor’s daughter. We used to have sex, but that is all there was. What did she say to you?’

Irina shrugs. “Something about warming your bed, and you preferring her over me.”

I almost laugh. There’s no woman alive I would choose over Irina because in all the thirty-three years I’ve spent on this earth, no one has ever come close to making me feel the way she does.

To me, Nadya was nothing more than a whore with good head game.

“I’ll never prefer any woman to you, Irina. You’re my wife, my other half,” I assure her. I roll to my side and cup her face. Our eyes meet. “You’re everything to me, Irina.”

She blinks. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Does that mean you’ll never cheat on me?”

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