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I thought I taught her a lesson that day, but she was teaching me one.

Lilia’s nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt. She smells like blood and flowers, a combination that drives all thoughts from my mind except thrusting my cock into her tight, wet heat. I go on licking her, listening to her moan, and feeling her getting wetter and wetter against my tongue. She’s been without a man for over four months in this state. She must be losing her mind.

“Konstantin,” she cries out, and I can’t bear it any longer. I sit up, and with her breath fanning my chest, I pull my shirt over my head, undo my pants, and push them down. Taking my heavy cock in my hand, I survey her, wondering how best to leave my mark on my woman. Make her suck me. Fuck her tits. Fill that sweet pussy with my cum.

A spasm goes through my balls. No contest. I didn’t savor it when I was getting her pregnant. I need to relive that moment and burst deep inside her.

I line myself up at her wet and swollen entrance and thrust into her. I curse at the delicious grip on my cock and stop to capture her mouth with mine.

“We shouldn’t—” she starts to say against my lips, but I draw back and pound into her again, making her moan.

“You want those other men now?” I brace one hand by her head and push her knees up to her shoulders so my dick drives deeper into her pussy. How vulnerable she looks with her swollen belly. “Are you wishing some lessermudakwas here with you, with his tiny dick and pathetic heart?”

Lilia holds tight to my muscular shoulders as she gazes up at me breathlessly. I can tell she’s wondering if this is some strange dream.

I’ll just have to prove to her how real I am.

Every few thrusts she moans louder, breathes harder, looks a little more desperate. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her mouth is parted. My desire for her is molten lava.

“Konstantin,” she whimpers again.

“That’s right, fucking moan my name. I want it on your tongue when you come for me.”

“This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s making everything worse.”

But she clenches my shoulders tighter, and she wouldn’t let me stop fucking her even if I tried. Her pussy is gripping my cock like a vise, full of what she needs.

“What will Elyah and Kirill think if they come back from doing my dirty work and find us like this?” she asks between moans.

I love seeing her like this. Bent to my will and more beautiful than ever. “They will be picturing it this very second, full of envy that I’m the one who has you pinned to the bed with my cock.”

“You mean jealousy.”

“Envy,” I say again. “I was full of envy watching Kirill screw you on the plane. When you came for him, I felt you on my dick as vividly as I did the first time. Now it’s my turn, and Elyah and Kirill will smell the sex all over us when they return, and they will crave to know every detail about what we’ve done and wish they were in my place.”

I pin her to the bed with as much weight as I dare and smile wickedly. “Will you fuck them, too,milaya? They won’t want you to wash me off before they take their turn with you. When you come for them, I’ll feel that, too.”

“Turn?” she says in a strangled voice.

I’ve never wanted to share a woman before, but talking like this to Lilia makes me feral with desire. I want them to fuck her. I need them to make her ours. Leave their mark on her and keep all the other worthless men away. “Maybe we won’t bother to take turns and I’ll fuck your mouth while they take your pussy. We’ve got months of frustrations to take out on you.”

“In your dreams,” she gasps, her hands pressed against my chest, but it sounds like an invitation, not a refusal.

I sit up and slide my hand beneath her head, cradling it so she can watch me fuck her. “This is no dream. Look at me claiming you.”

Lilia’s hands clench on the sheets. She shudders with shock and desire, forcing me deeper. And then she comes with a long, ragged cry. Her inner muscles ripple so hard that I feel like I’m riding a bucking horse. I thrust deeper and harder, and suddenly my own climax rushes up, fierce and overwhelming. I feel myself burst inside of her in four long, hard thrusts.

I rest on my fists, my head bowed over her as I catch my breath. Then I slowly draw out of her, aching to go but longing to see her pussy filled with my glistening cum. I rub her inner lips until it finally wells up against my thumb.

I murmur, “That’s perfect,milaya. That’s what I’ve been missing.”

It should have been like this the first time. My heart feels a little lighter knowing that I’ve set things right.

Lilia looks dazed from the sex, but she slowly sits up and shakes her head. “Konstantin, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t have done that.”

I sit back on my haunches and flex my head from side to side, feeling a delicious stretch in my shoulder muscles. I feel better than I have in months. “Shouldn’t we have?”

“Are you even sorry for what you did?”

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