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Hunter

We endup home on Christmas, despite my constant, very obvious hints at eloping. Valerie turned it down. She wants our families there, wants us to have everything we’ve dreamed of for marriage. Sweet, but frustrating. I want to call her my wifenow.

Valerie hums to herself as she hangs the stockings. She squeaks, and I ignore the wreath I’ve been working on to rush over to her. She sucks her finger and looks up at me with pouty eyes. I gently take her wrist. “Show me, Dorogaya.”

She releases her finger and I see it bruising already. Shaking my head, I kiss it twice. “Do you have something against the nails?”

“They don’t want to go in. If I’m not rough, they won’t obey me,” she grumbles.

I take a slow breath, trying to push down the near-constant wave of lust I feel around her. She looks at her finger as I suck it gently for her. Our eyes meet and hers dilate. I kiss her other fingers, then pull her against me, kissing her hard. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to resist her.

“Hunt-” she moans.

“If you are angry, we can always work out,” I murmur against her lips. “Or you can work on that wreath thing and I’ll take over nailing.”

“You’re not tired of that?” She asks.

I pick her up and toss her on the couch, coming down on top of her and pushing up her sweater dress. “How could I ever get tired of nailing Dr. Sexy?”

She giggles and kisses me again. “I’m really a doctor now.”

“Oh, I know. It increases the sexiness,” I growl.

I kiss across her neck and rub over her bare ass. She’s only allowed to keep thongs, but today, I don’t even feel that. I groan and press my forehead to hers. “Tease.”

“That’s Dr. Tease to you, Krolik. And it’s not a tease if I plan on following through,” she growls, reaching for my zipper, then whimpering and pulling her hurt finger away.

I grin. “I don’t think we’ve ever had sex fully dressed.”

“We can’t have that,” she rasps.

I kiss her hungrily, pushing her skirt up further before undoing my pants and shoving them down just enough. I haven’t done this since I was a damn teenager. I growl as I thrust into her. Valerie’s back arches and her lips part as her voice breaks into a moan.

“Always so ready,” I groan. “Perfect.”

“Please fuck me,” Valerie purrs in Russian.

She told me she’s been taking advanced Russian classes and hearing my first language on her tongue is too much. I grab her wrists, hold them above her head, and fuck her hard. I kiss her hungrily as her legs wrap around me.

Valerieisperfect. Her tight, wet pussy, the way she moans for me, how she licks into my mouth, sucks my tongue, gives me everything I need. She pulls her hands and groans. “Let me touch you, Krolik.”

I groan and release her just to have my shirt torn off. Valerie leans forward and kisses my chest, then licks over my nipple. I groan and jerk her onto my lap, ripping her dress off. So much for fucking with clothes on. I should have known it was a losing battle.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I love you,” I growl in Russian.

“I love you,” she answers in the same language as she pants and moans with me.

I lose track of the words leaving my throat or what language they’re in as she rides me. I lick over her nipples, suck them, kiss anywhere I can reach, but then Valerie buries her hand in my hair and jerks my head back so I’m staring at her.

“I love having you inside me, love watching your face while you fuck me, love everything about you,” she growls in Russian.

I jerk her down harder on me and she comes apart, yelling my name, howling with pleasure until she rests her face against my neck. I fuck her faster.

“You’re not done yet, sweetheart. I’m going to keep making you come,” I say in her ear. “Over and over again till you’ve had enough.”

Valerie draws back and grins. “Prove it.”

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