Page 73 of Paid for By the Bratva

As we walk through, Denis stops us. "I still haven't forgiven you for beating me at poker last month," he tells Lara.

"Neither has your wallet, I imagine," Lara teases back, her laughter like music to my ears and she pulls me away, leaving a chuckling Denis behind.

"Finally," I breathe out when I have her all to myself against the wall in a secluded corner. "I've been waiting for a moment alone with you all evening."

"Patience is a virtue, Dima," she teases, her voice low and sultry. "But I must admit, I couldn't stand to be apart from you any longer either."

My hand finds hers as we make our way further down the hall, away from prying eyes. Our steps are hurried, fueled by the desire that's been building between us all night. As we reach a guest bathroom, I open the door and pull Lara inside, locking it behind us.

"Alone at last," she echoes my earlier sentiment, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"With no time to waste," I reply, my voice husky with longing as I take her shoulders and slam her gently against the wall, my fingers tugging with the hem of her dress.

"Sometimes the best things in life are worth waiting for," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw.

"Like?" I ask, a soft laugh escaping me.

“Like the sight of you naked,” she whispers, with urgency, reaching out to pull my coat off me.

I grab her wrists with a smirk, holding them firmly above her head. "Then maybe we shouldn't keep the best things waiting any longer," I suggest my tone low and filled with promise.

Her eyes darken with desire as she tilts her head back, inviting my lips to kiss along her neck. I oblige with fervor, planting hungry kisses along her skin until I reach the hollow of her throat. The sound of her soft moans spurs me on, igniting a fire within me that can only be quenched by her.

The air in the guest bathroom suddenly feels more urgent, Lara's eyes practically glowing with desire. With her back against the wall, my fingers play with the delicate straps of her dress. Our gazes lock, and it's as if a spark ignites between us.

My hands find their way to the hem, and in one swift swoop, I have the dress off her.

“What the…” my voice trails off.

“Surprised?” she asks, giving me a slow twirl of her completely naked, gorgeous body.

I clench my fist to my mouth to stop myself from groaning out loud. She wasn’t wearinganyunderwear beneath that dress all night. And to imagine that I didn’t know…

I move forward, my hands resting beneath her ass, and she jumps, wrapping her arms around my waist. I moan and slam her against the wall again, nipping at her breast, before placing her on the counter next to the sink.

With her arms still wrapped around me, her pussy hot against my bulge, she unbuttons my shirt. I don’t let her bother with my belt, casting it aside myself. She releases her hold on me, and I hurriedly remove all remaining items of clothing.

“God,” I whisper, nearing her again. “You are a piece of art, you know that?” I murmur into her neck, my fingers tracing the edges of her nipples, which harden under my touch. Her body, so familiar yet always breathtaking, leaves me in awe.

She, on the other hand, reaches for my cock, her hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking slowly.

Though I was already hard, she’s making me harder.

I step closer, gently cupping her breasts, feeling their warmth and fullness in my palms. Leaning in, I take one nipple into my mouth, teasing and sucking softly while my other hand massages the other breast. Lara moans, her hands gripping my cock tighter, her body responding to my every touch.

"Ah, Dima," she sighs, her eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the sensations. "Fuck me already.”

Her pleasure spurs me on, and I’m not one to deny my wife what she wants. Besides, I’m afraid she has the power to make me cum with her hands alone.

Unable to resist any longer, I swiftly pull her off the counter, trailing my hand up her thighs. She trembles in the wake of my journey up to her pussy. While she stands, I put a finger in her parting, tapping at her walls briefly. She feels wet, and is getting wetter with each tap. She trembles, threatening to fall to the floor as she throws her neck back and pants my name, my one arm sliced around her waist, the only thing holding her trembling frame up.

“Oh, Dima…” she moans, her gorgeous eyes wincing together in anticipation.

But we don’t have much time.

"Turn around," I whisper huskily, removing my finger despite her protests, my voice thick with need and urgency as Iguide Lara to face the sink. She complies without hesitation, her hands gripping the edges of the countertop as she arches her back, presenting herself to me.

"God, you're beautiful," I murmur, admiring the stunning sight before me.

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