Page 24 of Koroleva

If I hadn't been so absorbed in watching her ass, I would have noticed that Nikita was looking at Irene with defiance. The redhead who, until now, had been warming my bed whenever we felt like it.

And when the sun comes up, there's one thing on my mind.

She turned around and faced me with a wicked smile. She slowly took off my suit jacket, continuing to sway her hips.

I want sex for breakfast, stay inside.

She unbuttoned the vest with those red nails that had dug into my back last night, her pupils locked onto mine. She let it drop.

And even though we made love all night.

Her eyebrows fluttered as she ran her palms across my torso. She turned around to rub against my groin, sliding her body up and down.

I need sex for breakfast, it feels so good.

I wasn't about to stand there like an idiot while her ass turned me on.

I might be late for work, but I promise you it's worth it, baby.

I grabbed her by the waist and ran my tongue along the side of her neck, causing our captive audience to whistle.

Don't leave.

She tensed under my grip. Both of us knew that the Ice Queen melted with my licks.

So hungry for you, taste it and I will taste you.

She turned around and I wedged her between my legs, as she raised her hands and pulled my hair, exposing my Adam's apple. She brazenly sucked on it.

I can't stop what I'm going to do to get you in the mood.

This was war, and it was getting me hotter than hot, as evidenced by my erection. She laughed like the sultry cat she was, husky and hot, feeling my hardness. And I pressed her against it, placing my hands on the lower part of her waist, pulling her toward the epicenter of my pleasure.

Our bodies touch, I can't get enough.

I want to love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, eh.

I won't let you sleep;I want you inside me.

I never danced with anyone like this, as if I could make love to her without taking off her clothes, in front of everyone. Our bodies matched and the heat rose, taking over my movements, and hers.

We reveled in each other's bodies, with our breaths brushing and our skins feeding off one another. As the music ended, we remained inches from a kiss that never came, our gazes loaded with intent and desire coiling in our lower bellies. I felt it grow, emerging shamelessly, because even though I couldn't stand my wife, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to make love to her against a wall.

The applause and a chorus of "Baci! Baci!"which translates to "Kiss! Kiss!" in Spanish, echoed from the guests.

"What do you say? Shall we please the audience?" she asked, moistening her lips. Even she understood.

Without a word, I took her chin and plundered her mouth.

11

Home, sweet home

I‘m very tired.

That's how I arrived at my new home.

It was ten at night and my eyes kept closing. This whole getting married thing was not made for me.

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