Page 146 of Jewel of the Assassin
Now, I fuck her ass. Gripping her chin until I crush her lips with mine, fucking her mouth with my tongue, I drive myself in deep, strong, slow strokes, making a point, making her feel it—every goddamn thrust.
I sense her weakening, unable to hold in the last ball. Such a sweet wife, she did so well. So, I catch it and shove that vibrating ball against her clit, rubbing it, stoking her until the climax rips through her, and she’s utterly weeping from euphoria.
While crushing my brother’s bloody, pus-oozing corpsebeneath my feet, I nut, going balls deep in my wife’s ass, pouring more cum inside, spilling my release, and holding onto her like she’s the only thing left standing after the world has burned to ash.
I’ll likely take that ass again today.
But for now, she’s slumped over on the altar with glazed eyes and a sated smile. Grinning from the knowledge of what I’m about to do, I sweep her heaving body into my arms and cross to the aisle.
“Roman, what are you doing?” she wonders.
I step between the bodies scattered about the aisles until I arrive before the pews, pausing at the marble stoup with its basin.
“Oh, God, you have got to be kidding me,” Valentina groans, her face more flushed than ever as I approach the sacred basin.
First, I cup the water and bid her to drink from my hand. She does. She will need hydration. She will need her strength for the rest of the day.
After I drink, I rinse my cock in the holy water and wink at her, smiling as I desecrate the vessel just like everything else in this chapel.
After I’ve cleaned myself off, I go so far as to plant her right down into the basin with her pussy entering the water—like I’m dipping a treasure to be cleansed.
Now, I pause. Without relinquishing my grip on her, I set my jaw and lock my eyes on hers. “Do you trust me, Valentina Makarova?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Answer,” I growl.
“Yes! And no.” Fucking love that feminine wrath in her eyes. “I trust you to be an insufferable asshole with control issues who knows exactly how to rip through all my walls and set my heart and soul on fire.”
“Let go of all your preconceived notions, all the rules that society binds us by. Just us and our desires, Moya Koroleva.”
“Roman, we’re fucking in a house of God with rottingcorpses all around us,” she huffs, gesturing before cupping my face. “I think I can handle whatever you want. Unleash it, Moya Korona. Do whatever you need to. I’ll still be here by the time the sun falls.”
Lowering her to the floor but gripping her close, pelvis pressed to mine, I hold her gaze and slowly release it all. The warm fluid doesn’t just gush upon her. It showers onto the heads of the corpses at our feet. Valentina’s breath hitches as she realizes what I’ve done.
At first, I think she is going to be mortified. She will attack me again. Throw a punch. And tell me how revolting I am for pissing on her.
But then…I feel the warm liquid against my lower thighs, sluicing down as she stares me down with as much passion. The passion we share to be utterly raw and real with one another.
And once she finishes pissing on me, my little hellcat starts humping me.
Raising her up, I grip the base of her buttocks, relishing her wince as I dig my fingers into the sensitive welts. And with her straddling me and clutching the sides of my neck, I bring her down, impaling her on my cock. I work her weak body up and down on me while she clings to me desperately, her breasts rubbing my muscles, the taut buds rasping with my chest hair.
She leans in and takes my mouth, usurping her claim.
“Touch yourself, Maya Valya,” I urge her just above her lips. “You fit me so damn flawlessly. My perfect slut of a queen.”
Her mouth comes down on mine again, but she lowers her fingers to her clit, rubbing furiously until I feel her pussy muscles erupt. So burning and sensitive, and wet, drowning in her fluids. As I grope her and fuck her harder, it doesn’t take long before she gasps, her eyes rolling back as she moans deeply. I bear her the whole time, one hand anchored beneath her ass and the other gripping the back of her neck to keep her mouth sealed to mine.
All it takes is one grinding thrust, and I send her careeningagain, taking pride in bringing her pleasure. She rides out her rapture, squeezing her thighs around me.
“Sweet bloody Jesus!” she pants against my lips.
“Horosho devochka,” I praise her. “You come all over my big dick, my fat cock. So fucking sexy wrapped around my length.”
She attacks again. Hands flying, nails digging, body shaking. My hellcat trying to claw at me, to punish me for how good I’m making it for her.
Fucking love the sting of her claws on my ass, raking into the skin, marking me for her own.
