Page 103 of Koroleva

"I didn't take you for a coward. What can you lose?"

"Myself."

"By sleeping with your husband until death do you part?"

"That sounds like a long time."

"Not if you kill me first."

Nikita licked her lips.

"What if I regret it?"

"I've already told you everything is negotiable. What do you say? Deal?"

She turned around slowly.

"Unzip me."

My clumsy fingers slid it down until the fuchsia fabric was just a puddle molded at her feet.

I swallowed as I contemplated the splendor of her nudity.

She turned and traced the outline of the goddess Kali tattooed on my abdomen with the edge of a nail.

"Who is this?"

"The goddess of death and destruction. Though, knowing you, it should be you."

She offered a pleased smile.

"I like that title."

She unbuckled my belt, yanked it off with force and passed it around my neck, her gaze laden with lust, pulling hard and devouring me with her hungry tongue.

I grabbed her ass and kneaded it. Her flat abdomen met the drive of my hardness. She let the belt drop to scratch my back, slipped her fingers into the back of my pants, and groped me as I had done to her.

Nikita was too fuckable for my sanity.

Her lips moved across my chest, and she nibbled at my collarbone area. I groaned as she left my behind and proceeded to strip me as naked as she was.

"Take it all off," she requested, stepping back.

In an instant, there was nothing left on my body, only her gaze remained. I grabbed her by the waist and set her on one of the tables, to worship her with my tongue.

Nikita howled; two or three licks were not enough for me. I wanted to relish her, enjoy her, make her swoon. Her arousal was evident, and my fingers probed to make space for an easy entry.

The gasps were a symphony of surrender. She was open, exposed, eager, and I wanted to give her everything.

She pushed her hips in rhythm with my licks, clutching tightly to the polished wood.

I sucked the tense knot that stood proudly, and she rose on her elbows to watch my face buried in her essence.

"Look at me," she pleaded proudly.

I looked up and short-circuited. She was so beautiful, so perfect, so damn made for me.

"Come..." she moaned with my last pass of the tongue.

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