Page 92 of Bound to a Monster

“I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll bring the baby with us.”

“And the nannies?”

“A dozen or more if that’s what it takes. I’m not going to keep you locked away for the rest of your life. You should get to live.”

“It’s hard to think about travel when you’re doing this to me,” I whisper, my breath coming fast and my voice deepening with lust. My eyes close as I press my forehead to the glass.

Beyond me, an entire city to explore. A world I’ve never seen before. It’s only Canada, but it might as well be another universe, as far as I’m concerned. I never really thought about how sheltered and inexperienced I’ve been, but now that I’m with Lev, it’s so obvious how much I don’t know.

He goes faster, fingers sliding in and out, teasing my clit, diving back in. I push back against him but he holds me there, controlled and pinned. I’m gasping with bliss and riding on the edge, but I don’t want to come. Not yet.

I twist from his grip and face him. He smirks at me, devilish, charming, but it’s not a mask this time.

It’s just Lev. My husband.

I drop to my knees and tug down his joggers as I go.

His cock’s hard when I take it in my hand. The glass is smooth against my back, the city past it, as I take him into my mouth. I suck his tip, my tongue rolling around the cleft, tasting hisprecum. Then I go deeper, sucking him slowly, and maybe with other men I might feel self-conscious, down on my knees in front of an enormous window. I bet the people across the street can see what we’re doing right now.

But with Lev, I don’t care. I’m not worried about my technique. I’m not obsessing over all the mistakes I might be making.

I’m locked in with him.

He groans and grabs my hair. I go down deeper, sucking faster. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “You’re such a good girl down on your knees like that.”

I respond by stroking him with one hand and the other on my thigh.

“That’s it, take my big dick in your pretty mouth. I love watching you down on your knees. You feel so fucking good.”

I moan, licking him up and down, but he pulls back. I gasp, staring at him, then he thrusts into my mouth again. Back and forth like that, in and out, fucking my face lightly. I suck hard each time he dips in, and it pops when he pulls back out. His eyes are burning. I can tell he likes this a lot.

I feel sexy and free, in a way I never thought I could.

He drags me to my feet. My panties are wrapped around my knees as he slides himself deep between my legs. I shudder, fingers splayed on the glass. He grabs my hair as he fucks me.

“Your mouth’s wet and tight, but your pussy’s even better,” he moans and shoves my shirt up and presses my chest to the glass. “I want the fucking city to see your perfect fucking tits.”

“Oh my god, Lev,” I whimper, heart thudding like crazy.

“Let them see what’s mine,” he whispers.

Then he’s fucking me again. When his fingers stroke my clit at the same time, it finally breaks me. I come as he tells me how pretty I am and how he’d kill anyone that ever tried to touch me, and my brain shatters into a million pieces as his cock dominates and fills me, and finally we’re both tumbling back onto the bed, sweaty and spent.

“I’ll order champagne,” he says after a comfortable silence.

I grin and kiss his chest. “You enjoyed fucking me that much, huh? Too bad I can’t drink it.”

He pats my ass. “Always, baby, but I mean it’s your first night abroad. Maybe you can’t drink, but you should enjoy yourself anyway.”

“I’m happy enough already. Look at this place.”

He grins when I sit up on an elbow and stare around the room. It’s a five-star hotel, and he bought an incredibly gorgeous suite. I don’t think I’ve been in a room this luxurious before in my life, and it’s almost absurd.

When I look back, he’s staring at me, not at the room. “What?” I ask, blushing like an idiot.

“Nothing. Just thinking how lucky I am.”

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