Page 86 of Mafia King's Bride

“I’m waiting,” I prompt.

She pulls a corner of her lip between her teeth and rubs her palm across my chest. I spank her ass, and she gasps, her pupils widening.

“Kotyonok?”

“You.”

“What do you want from me?” My palm swats across her behind again, and she almost loses the grip of her other hand around my neck.

“I want you. Inside me,” she murmurs.

I grunt in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

Setting her down, I lead Ana to the wall, gesturing for her to put her hands against it. Slowly, I pull down her pants and underwear, kissing her thighs as I slide down.

She moans quietly as I spread her legs, making my way up again with more kisses, and her back arches when my tongue glides over her pussy, licking from her clit and down her slit.

I push my tongue in, lapping and feeling her wetness coat me as she pushes back, riding my face with reckless abandon. Her moans get louder the faster I get, and when I feel her pulsing, I pull away.

“I want to feel you clench around my dick when you come,” I say, unbuckling my pants. “I want you begging me to make you come.”

With my hands firmly on her hips, I slide in.

My thrusts are deep and slow at first, and she takes me eagerly, gasping when I spank her. Her legs tremble, and I bring her close with my hands around her waist before hoisting her high and going to the chair.

Leaning back, I watch Ana as she bounces on my dick, her hands cupping her breasts and her head thrown back.

“Kotyonok,” I groan, nearing the edge. “Fucking gorgeous,” I say hoarsely, replacing her hands with mine. “I could look at you every day for the rest of my life and never get used to how beautiful you are.”

When her head falls on my chest, I take over—pounding hard this time and angling my hips to hit every spot.

She exhales heavily in my ear as her climax hits, shuddering for a minute before she goes limp. I grunt as I come.

“I love you,” Ana says as my fingers lazily comb through her hair, her head resting on my chest.

She lifts her head, and in her shining eyes, I see the truth, bright as day.

Have I ever felt this happy before?

“I love you, Anastasia Orlov,” I respond with every iota of love and the promises I’ve made to myself—to love and cherish her.

She sighs contentedly. “I’m happy.”

“Me too,” I caress her cheek.

We bask in rich silence for a while before she gets off my lap. “Are we still going on the picnic?”

“I’ve got a more beautiful sunset in front of me, but yeah.” I nod.

I watch as she puts her clothes back on, exhaling repeatedly. If anyone had suggested that I might fall in love with Ana when we got married, I would’ve swiftly judged them to be a fool.

But this, to me, is what life should be like.

I just hope I can hold onto it forever.

THIRTY-THREE

ANA

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