Page 92 of Defiled Innocence

I’m going home with my husband.

But when it continues to vibrate, I pull it out to turn it off. Notifications of emails and text messages. Nothing that can’t be put off for a day.

As I hit the power down button, my calendar pops up and I freeze.

It’s Tuesday.

Maybe everything horrible doesn’t happen on Tuesdays.

“Turn it off. Ignore the world for one day.” Dmitri covers the phone with his hand.

Once it’s off, I toss it into the backseat.

He flashes me a grin. “Such a good girl.”

Dmitri

My wife whimpers my name as I press the flat of my tongue against her soaked pussy. Licking the length of her, I enjoy the trembles of her thighs as she gets closer to a release I’ve been holding from her.

“Please, Dmitri.” She begs so prettily these days.

The defiance in her still rears its head now and then, and I hope it always does.

Life with my Amelia will always be exciting. This moment, this bit of control I hold as her pussy clamps down around my fingers, begging me to let her orgasm rip through her, is proof.

“Not yet, baby,” I mutter, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit and thrusting my fingers harder into her, curling them at the knuckle until her body arches with pleasure.

“Please!” She tugs on the sheets beneath her. “I need to come, Dmitri. Please!”

I press a single kiss just above her clit.

“Not yet. And it would be a very bad idea to disobey me now,” I say as I drag my fingers out of her hot and slick pussy.

Before she can register the emptiness, I cover her with my body, plowing my cock into her tightness up to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.

She rolls her head to the side, giving me more access to her neck. My wife likes my little bites to her throat while I fuck her hard into the mattress.

And my wife gets what she wants.

“I have to. Please. Let me! Please.” She runs her nails down my back, sending electricity zipping down my spine.

My balls pull tight.

“Come for me. Be my good girl. Be my good wife.” I’ve barely finished giving my permission before her body obeys.

Her cry of pleasure hits my ear as I pump into her harder and harder, driving through her release until she softens beneath me.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so beautiful when you come for me,” I say through gritted teeth as I plow again and again until my own release overtakes me, stealing my ability to breathe, much less think.

“You’re pretty hot when you come, too.” Her fingers swipe away my hair from my forehead moments later.

I kiss her, a soft but powerful kiss. One that doesn’t just tell her how much I love fucking her, but how much I love her.

I rest my hand on her belly, finally swelling enough to show my son rests inside.

“Are you alright? I wasn’t too rough?” I sink beside her, holding myself up on my elbow.

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