Page 23 of Sinful Wrath

I wonder how obedient she’ll be when I’m buried inside her…

She wastes no time in trailing her hand down my chest to cup my cock through my pants.

“Lucia.” I put a hand on her hip as I rest my forehead against hers, my breath coming in heavy pants.

“You don’t want to fuck me?” she whispers.

I let out a hiss as she rubs her palm up and down my length, and I can already feel a drop of precum leaking out the tip.

“Because I’m so ready for you, Mikhail.”

“Yeah?” I sink my fingers into her waist.

She nods, taking her lower lip between her teeth.

“How ready,kisa?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

My eyes flutter closed for a moment as I try to calm myself down.

She’s rubbing me just right, and as I think about what I’m about to find between her thighs, I almost spill in my pants.

I nudge her knees apart so that I’m standing between her thighs and reach beneath her dress to cup her pussy over her panties.

“Fuck,” I groan as I rub my palm against the damp lace. “Have you been like this all day?”

Lucia whimpers, her hips bucking as I press against her clit. “Mikhail.”

“What do you want,kisa?” I murmur against her lips as I let my fingers tease her core through the lace.

Her eyes are so wide as she gazes up at me, so glazed with lust that I can’t help but grind against her thigh.

A soft whimper escapes her lips, and I grin.

“Do you want my cock?” I bend down to lick along her jaw.

“Yes.” Her throat bobs as she squeezes the bulge in my pants.

“You’re going to have to ask nicely.” I reach out with my free hand to grip her wrist.

She huffs under her breath as I remove her hand from my cock and pin it above her head.

“Say please.”

“Mikhail…”

“Sayplease.” I pinch her clit with my other hand.

She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I release her wrist so I can lift her dress up higher around her waist.

“I hope you’re not too attached to these.” I sink my fingers into the waistband of her panties and rip them clean off.

“Mikhail!” she squeals, squirming against me.

“It’s my souvenir.” I pocket the material and claim her mouth once more.

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