Page 70 of Defiled Innocence

“You said that I needed to get more sleep. Which I did. I slept in this morning.”

Squeezing her hips, I shake my head. “You were up at six this morning and out the door by six forty-five. You skipped breakfast and had a coffee instead.”

“Are you spying on me?” She tries to pull an angry expression, but I easily slide my hand down between her spread thighs and press against her sex.

“How can I keep you safe if I don’t know what’s going on?” I rub my hand over her pussy, already feeling the heat and wetness through the material of her pajama shorts.

Her fingers curl into my shoulders as I push the shorts to the side to get to her wetness.

“You could just ask me,” she says, arching her hips toward my touch as I glide through her folds, seeking out her opening.

“I could.” I push two fingers upward, into her tight sheath. “But what would Boris do with his day if he didn’t have you to watch over?”

“So, it’s for Boris’ benefit you have him stalk me all day long?” She sinks down over my fingers, her pussy clenching me.

“Yes. Think of poor Boris.” With my free hand, I pull the neckline of her t-shirt down until her breast is exposed.

The dark dusty rose of her nipple peaks with the air brushing across it.

“Poor Boris?” She laughs.

“Shhh. I don’t want to talk about Boris anymore.” I lean toward her, flicking my tongue over the pert nipple and basking in the sweetness of her sigh.

“Me either.” She reaches between our bodies, seeking out my cock. I adjust my position so she can unzip my pants.

When the warm, smooth touch of her hand wraps around my cock, I moan. It’s a heavenly touch a devil like me should never experience.

“Fuck, Amelia.” I scrape my teeth across her nipple then take it between them, biting down enough to make her squirm.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers, sucking me further inside as she rides my hand.

“Dmitri,” she yelps when I release her nipple and swipe my tongue across it, licking away the burn I’ve given her.

“Yes? Does my wife want something?” I curl my fingers, thrusting a little harder into her pussy.

“Please.”

“You have to ask, you know that.” I push a third finger inside of her and she sucks in a breath.

“Fine.” She drops her chin down and lines up our gazes. “Fuck me, Dmitri.”

I chuckle. “You didn’t say please. A young lady should always use her manners,” I tease.

“Such an old man,” she bites back with a grin. “Please, Dmitri. Please fuck me.”

I pull my fingers free of her pussy and bring them to her lips.

“Clean my fingers,” I order, my voice firming. Obediently, she drops her jaw and pushes her tongue out for me. “Such a good girl tonight.”

She smiles around my fingers as she closes her lips, licking off her own arousal.

“Where are you going?” I grab her hips and keep her planted on my lap when she tries to climb off.

She looks behind me to the door we left open.

“Someone might walk past.”

“No one will bother us.”

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