Page 79 of Stolen By The Bratva King

I couldn’t be happier to be pinned beneath her at her moment of epiphany.

I’m frustrated that she’s wearing pantyhose beneath her dress. The heat of her pussy is driving me crazy already, and I can’t help but grind pathetically, trying to get some friction going.

Emery pinches my nipple, and the sharp sting shoots straight to my cock, a ridiculous chain reaction I’m powerless to resist.

“What do you want, Leon?” she asks, leaning close.

“Honestly?” I sigh as I taste her soft lips again. “If you’d sit on my cock and ride the fuck out of me until your sweet cunt milks me dry—well, I’d be delighted,val’kiriya.”

She chuckles and bites my lip gently. “I have an idea I’d like to try out first. Will you tear my pantyhose and eat me through them? I’m into it for some reason.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Is that even a question?

“You’ll have to give me permission to use my hands,” I say.

“Okay.” She narrows her eyes playfully at me. “But you better do what I say. I have ways to make your life a misery, you know.”

“Obviously. We’re married.”

Before she can stop me, I grab her hips with both hands and lift her so I can slide down the couch until my face is level with her pussy.

She sits up on her knees and looks down at me, her eyes wild.

“No no no,” she says. “I can’t sit on your face!”

I pull up her dress and reach for her core, my fingers digging into the mesh covering it.

“You think I don’t know what I can handle?” I ask as the fabric gives way. “I’m desperate to taste you. I wanna feel your whole body fall apart on my tongue.”

“Come on, Leon,” she says, her tone teasing. “It doesn’t have to be this way. You have your whole life ahead of you!”

As her laugh spills out, relief washes over me. Her brief flash of insecurity has already passed.

“If having my gorgeous wife’s pussy smothering me was enough to take me out, what kind of man would I be?”

I tear the pantyhose with both hands, the sound satisfyingly loud, and rub my thumb over her damp panties. “Not man enough for you, that’s for sure. So let me prove otherwise.”

The pressure on Emery’s clit through the fabric weakens her knees, and she sinks down, her soft wetness overwhelming me.

I hold the panties out of the way and get right to it, lapping the swollen button as she moans with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “That’s so good.”

Damn right it is.My cock needs some attention urgently, or at least to stop trying to get bigger.

Isn’t there supposed to be some natural stopping point for an erection? I can’t possibly get harder without blowing a blood vessel.

“Emery, baby.” I pause to spear her tightness with my tongue, and she arches her back. “I gotta jerk off while we do this.”

“No,” she manages. “Make me come first.”

Shit.Okay. Can I get her there before I die of horniness?

I lash her clit with everything I’ve got, her juice soaking my chin. Her entrance spasms, and I add two fingers, opening up her clutching cunt and looking for the sweet spot inside.

Argh.Even as Emery cries out, my cock throbs painfully, and I flex the muscles, trying to get some relief from the friction inside my suit pants.

It’s no use, though; my dick is like a caged animal, drooling and snarling as it fights to escape.

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