Page 59 of Mafia King's Bride

“Let them all see,” I growl. “They should know that you’re mine.”

“Dmitri” is all she manages to say as I guide her to the cushioned chair behind her.

She hurriedly places herself down as I pull up the hem of her dress.

“Dmitri, wait,”

“No more waiting,” I interrupt. “You’re mine.”

I place my head between her legs, marking my trail with kisses along her inner thigh. Her skin is soft, stretched elegantly across her toned form. She quivers as I place my mouth on her, and it spurs me onward. I nibble at her flesh, desperate to mark her, to taste her.

As much as I can, as much as she’ll allow.

I find my way to her, pulling her underwear to the side as my breath begins to tease her.

My tongue is against her, and the catch in her breath is met with the first flick against wetness. Her arousal against my tongue pushes me into delirium.

“That’s my beautiful fucking wife, taking my tongue so good. Next it will be my cock,” I murmur against her pussy, warm and swollen. She whimpers above me as she struggles to push out my name like before.

She’s the only thing I can hear as my tongue dances across her labia, splitting her lips as I take in her juices.

“Look at the mess you’re making, you dirty girl.” I smirk. “Let me hear you scream,” I demand, continuing to flick my tongue around her swollen clit.

My arms wrap around her legs, lifting and placing them on my shoulders. I’m strangely aware of the heel of her shoes against my back.

“So, so fucking good,” I hear her moan above me. I’d stop and smile if I weren’t so desperate for her taste.

My tongue teases her sensitive nub, drawing wet figure eights across her. Teasing and toying as my mouth bumps into her again and again.

Each time pulls the softest gasp from her as she thrusts against me, as if trying to drag more out of me.

“Oh, fuck. Dmitri. Wait. Please.”

I pull myself out from under her dress.

“I need to talk to you,” she says as she holds my gaze.

I stare momentarily before standing, never breaking eye contact with her.

“Now is not a good time for a talk,” I say as I undo my belt buckle. Soon, I’m free of my restraints and stand before her.

“Take what’s yours, Ana.”

She stares at me, then at my erection before her, trying her best not to swallow.

“You had me before; don’t overthink it.”

She abandons the attempt to hide it, swallowing before reaching for me, the initial cool touch of her fingertips morphing into a warmer embrace as she wraps her palm against me.

She doesn’t waste time, folding her lips greedily around the head of my cock, taking me in as best as she can.

The sounds of her sucking on me fill the air around us.

She’s perfect.

She’s mine.

I’m overcome with desire as my hand reaches for her, cradling her face and pulling her up.

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