Page 23 of Hateful Vows
I take hold of her plump ass and squeeze. “Give me more of that sweet hate,vipera. I can take it.”
The nails of her other hand rake down my neck and I shudder. Our tongues battle for dominance but I’ll never give it to her. I take hold of her throat and tighten my grip just enough to show her what I could do to her. And she sighs into my mouth. Like that’s all she needs.
My cock is rock hard in my pants. I drag Irina’s body closer to mine with my hand on her perfect ass, and she moans.
Fucking wedding dress with no slit. I can’t take hold of my wife properly and wrap her around my waist. I want nothing more than dry hump her right now, or better yet, fuck her against the counter and leave her to leak my cum down her legs. Have her sit there uncomfortably in front of dozens of men who hate her and want her in equal measures, knowing she belongs to me.
Maybe even dear Aleksei would be able to smell me on her. The thought is the sweetest aphrodisiac.
I walk Irina back against the bathroom counter, sitting her down.
She’s fast to bunch up her dress, lifting her hips up so the fabric moves around her waist. When she motions her hand towards her centre, I slap her fingers away.
“Don’t fucking touch that sweet cunt,” I growl. “It’s mine.” I slide her white lace panties to the side and massage her clit before inserting two fingers inside her.
Her whimper is sweet music to my ears.
“My body will never be yours,” she pants.
“I’d believe you if I weren’t knuckle deep in your sloppy wet cunt,sposa mia. Listen how fucking drenched you are for the man you hate.”
When I thrust my fingers in and out with a quick flick of my wrist, the sounds of how wet she is echoes between us. It’s lewd and fucking perfect. With the palm of my hand, I draw tight circles around her clit, her breaths coming out laboured. I drink them down, slanting my lips over hers again. And she lets me. The vicious viper of the Bratva is unravelling under my touch and I’ve never felt more powerful.
I slowly insert a third digit. My little wife rolls her hips in tandem with my hands.
“Greedy girl,” I praise. “Who knew I married such a perfect little slut?”
I expect her to slap me, or stab me with the knife attached to the holster at her thigh. But Irina Ventura is full of surprises. She moans louder and licks my neck before latching onto it. I hope she leaves a mark.
My cock is throbbing, desperate for release. I haven’t felt this turned on in years. I look down at where my fingers disappear inside her and I could come just from the perfect view of my wife fucking herself on my hand. When I look up, Irina’s gaze is down to where she’s full of me. Her cheeks are flushed, breasts heaving and hands clasping on my suit.
She’s so fucking breathtaking. And so fucking close.
“Are you gonna be my perfect whore and come on my hand,sposa mia?”
Her eyes shut and she shakes her head, clamping her lips together not to moan, but her body betrays her. Her walls spam around me; her nipples peek through the silk of her wedding dress.
“Yes, you are.” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “You’re gonna come on your husband’s hand like the greedy slut you are. You’re gonna give me everything you have and maybe, I’ll let you down easy. Maybe, I’ll wring some more cum out of you until I’ve decided I’ve had enough. Do you understand?”
Her moans grow louder, mewling with every flick of my wrists, her hips shaking desperately.
“Come now, wife.” She explodes on my hand, drenching me in her juices to the wrist. “Fuck yes. Squirt all over my hand. Just like that.”
Her orgasm is long and heady. I’d fall to my knees and drown in her release if she weren’t clenching her fists around my jacket so tightly. Eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy, she looks so unguarded and vulnerable. It’s a sight to behold andI want a repeat. Immediately. I continue fucking her with my hand, but when I move to drop down to my knees, she stops me.
I withdraw from inside her warm heat. Then she jumps off the counter, wincing with how wet she must be against the underwear, the dress falling down to her ankles.
And she kneels at my feet, making quick work of my belt and zipper and taking me out with expert hands.
I don’t have time to enjoy the view as she takes me into her mouth. My head falls back on a deep exhale.
“I knew you were cock hungry,sposa mia. Are you gonna swallow me down?”
Our eyes clash, the warm brown of her irises gone and replaced with dark hunger. My hands move to each side of her head, threading through the soft strands and fucking up her ponytail. The long strands flow freely, giving her a more ravaged look. She’s magnificent.
“Tap my leg if you don’t want me to fuck your face, Irina. Otherwise, I’m gonna take what I want,” I warn.
The minx’s eyes flash with fire and she takes me even deeper into her throat. I hit the back and she gags. Holding her head, I stop all her movements. If she’s allowing me to fuck her mouth like this, I’m gonna enjoy it to the fullest. God knows when she’ll be back to hating me.
