Page 23 of The Mafia's Fake Wife

She stands, crossing the short distance between us. With deft movements, she unbuckles my belt, unfastens my pants, and pulls them down my legs. My cock springs free, thick and erect. She pauses, eyeing it warily.

“It’s okay,” I murmur. “You don’t have to?—”

“I want to.” She licks her lips but still looks a little daunted. “It’s almost embarrassing to admit this as a doctor and a woman, but I’ve never seen such a large cock before.”

I laugh. “I’m sure you always say that.”

She gives me an earnest look as she wraps her hands around my beefy shaft. Her thumb and finger barely touch. “You know that’s not true.”

She starts stroking me slowly, exploring my length and girth. A drop of precum forms on the tip, and she rubs it over the head with her thumb. I groan, resisting the urge to thrust into her grip.

“Does that feel good?” she asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Very much so.”

She continues stroking me, increasing her pace. I close my eyes, giving myself over to sensation as she drops to her knees in front of me. Before I realize what’s happening, her warm mouth envelops the tip of my cock.

I grunt, fighting the urge to shove myself deeper. She swirls her tongue around the head, teasing me mercilessly. It’s clearshe’s struggling to fit my cock in her mouth, so she’s licking me enthusiastically while loosening her jaw. My breath hisses between my teeth when she slides the first couple of inches through her lips.

“Fuck,” I mutter, tangling my fingers in her hair.

She takes me deeper, bobbing her head back and forth. I let her set the pace, enjoying the sensations of her soft lips gliding along my shaft. She sucks harder, using her hand to stroke the base of my cock in time with her mouth. She chokes, and I start to pull back, but she holds me immobile, refusing to relinquish her prize.

“Solnishko moya...” I whisper, tightening my grip on her hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

She ignores me, continuing to work my cock with her mouth and hand. My balls tighten, signaling my impending release. With a growl, I yank her head back, forcing her to release me. She looks up at me, confusion written across her face.

“Why did you stop me?” she demands.

“Because I want to be inside you when I come.” I grab her arm, hauling her to her feet as I sit down without looking behind me, landing on the bed. I press my knees together. “Warm my cock.”

Her eyes widen, but she complies, straddling me. She lowers herself onto my erection with agonizing slowness, taking every inch of me deep inside her. I grit my teeth, trying desperately to stave off my orgasm as her tight pussy grips my cock. She’s struggling to take all of me, but she persists. I help by reaching between us to gently stroke her clit, keeping her relaxed.

When she’s finally seated fully on top of me, we both pause, breathing heavily. I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her steady as I begin moving my hips. She whimpers softly, clinging to my shoulders as I fuck her from below. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Is your cock warm yet?” she asks with visible effort and a slight chuckle. “I’m not sure what that means.”

I smile against her skin. “It just means I want you to sit on me for a moment, savoring this sensation before we build on it.”

“Ahh.” She nods, rocking her hips slightly. “In that case, yes, it’s very warm.”

“Good.” I kiss her neck, trailing my lips up to her earlobe. Her pulse quickens beneath my tongue, sending another surge of blood rushing to my groin. Her pussy clenches around me, making me groan. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes.” She moans as I nibble her earlobe. “Please.”

I reach up, cupping her breasts in my palms. I squeeze them gently, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She arches into my touch, grinding her pelvis against mine. I continue playing with her tits, alternating between gentle caresses and rough kneading.

Finally, I can’t hold back any longer and start thrusting slowly. She gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders as I increase my tempo. Soon, we’re fucking furiously, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy of lust. Sweat beads on my forehead, dripping down my cheeks. Our mouths meet in a desperate kiss, tongues entwining as we devour each other. I grip her ass, pulling her closer while I pound into her.

We break apart, panting heavily. I stare into her eyes, seeing nothing but pure desire reflected there. She wants this. Needs it, and so do I.

With a roar, I flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. She cries out, bucking wildly beneath me. I drive into her relentlessly, pounding her pussy hard enough to make the bed shake. She screams, thrashing beneath me as she reaches climax. Her muscles spasm around my cock, milking me dry. I erupt inside her, filling her with my seed, marking her as mine. The idea of taking her any way but raw like this is unthinkable.

My roar of triumph echoes through the room as I collapse on top of her, spent. We lie there for several minutes, catching our breath. Finally, I roll off her, lying beside her on the mattress, our bodies still fused. She faces me, smiling shyly.

“That was amazing,” she whispers.

I brush a strand of hair away from her face. “You are amazing.” I’m fucking obsessed with her. My cock is already hardening again, and I haven’t even pulled out of her. For a minute, it flashes through my mind that she’s more dangerous than anything or anyone else in my life, even Nikolai, because she undermines my determination and slips under my walls.

I should pull away from her and reestablish some distance. Instead, I grasp her wrists above her head again and turn her onto her back once more, already fucking her even as my cock returns to full hardness. She gives a startled yelp but doesn’t protest. Her body softens, and her expression is as welcoming as her pussy. For now, she’s my real wife. There’s nothing fake about the desire between us.

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