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“What?” I’m barely conscious after he threw me off that cliff of pleasure. I’m pretty sure my role here is as a receptacle for his come, not to have more orgasms, and definitely not to have any active task.
His eyes have gone charcoal grey, serious and dark.
“Do you trust me?” He swallows even as he continues to stroke in and out slowly, tilting his chin as though he’s confident in my answer, but there’s still a shadow there.
Uncertainty about whether I’ve really understood that he’s in this, and so am I.
It’s a line I want to scrub out.
“I do.” And this I do feels more significant than the one I said in the church. Because I mean it. I trust him absolutely.
“Then ride me.”
11
NIKOLAI
In my filthiest dreams about Lotte—and there were many, and they were dirty as fuck—I never imagined anything half as good as this. I thought she would be restrained, nervous. I did not consider she’d be a tigress who tried to eat me whole.
Her brown eyes gleam gold in the soft light as she takes my challenge and interprets it in her own way. She places her hands on my shoulders and lifts herself up, bringing her sweet little tits right to my mouth. I’d take advantage of that if I weren’t distracted by my cock slipping out with a wet pop, and her scowl.
Instantly I regret this. I want her back on me, tight and soaking.
“It’s okay,” I reassure her, even though it’s not. It’s torture. I need to feel her come again. Her pleasure is the most important thing to me, because when she’s coming, a scream on her lips, and her body doing as I will it, she’smytoy. I’m giving her that pleasure, no one else.
But to do that, I want full access to my girl. Her breasts, her clit, the whole damn lot. And I want her to know she’s as in control of this as she needs to be. She did, after all, try to murder me to get freedom. Our marriage will always provide her with more than that option.
I take my cock in my hand and cup her bottom—hell is there anything sweeter than this woman’s arse?—and line us up.
“Go on. Use me.”
Her hair is mussed from me pounding her into the bed, falling over her shoulders and sticking out a bit at the side. She’s never looked more beautiful. Nothing could compare to the flush over her neck and the glow in her cheeks, and the way she’s biting her lip as she concentrates.
She grips my shoulders in her little hands and eases down. As her wet folds touch the helmet of my cock the pleasure spreads down.
“Your bare, swollen pussy is so perfect.”
“You’re so big,” she sighs and yeah, I don’t mind that.
An inch down and she feels amazing.
“You were made to take me. You can do it.”
Her nails dig into my muscles as she slides the rest of the way down.
“Make yourself come.” I need her to come so hard she’s shaken to her core. I’m going to reduce her to a quivering wreck of a girl. The power and intimacy of her orgasming on my cock, from my touch, is exactly the sort I crave. “Make me come inside you and give you a baby.”
A nod from her, and I cup her tit, pinching her nipple as she eases herself up and down, getting her bearings, gaining confidence.
“I’m going to do this to you every day for the rest of our lives,” I promise her. “I’m going to make you cry with how good it is, until you beg me for mercy because you can’t come yet again.”
Smoothing my hand down her body, I luxuriate in her softness.
When I get to her mons, I slide lower, between her legs and she throws her head back and cries out. “Yes.”
“Where are you going to come?”
“On your cock,” she gasps out, then makes a keening noise as I rub over her clit, where she needs it.
