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“Yep.” He wipes his mouth with his hand. “We may need to employ a lifeguard.”
I giggle as he lays me on my back, arranging himself between my parted thighs. His cock is engorged-looking, the tip purple and shiny. He grasps the base and presses it between my pussy lips.
“We’re married. It happened without your agreement, and our situation got hot quickly. But I’m being genuine now.” He runs his hand down my body, caressing me from clavicle to hipbone. “However much I want you, I care more about your happiness. It’d break my heart as much as yours if you regretted this, so if you don’t want it to happen—if I’m not the one—say so.”
There’s not a fraction of doubt in my mind. He’s the one. He’s always been the one.
“I want you to take me,” I whisper. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Arman’s lips part, and he slowly exhales as he moves. The head of his cock opens me up just a little, and I clench my teeth, afraid there will be pain.
He leans down and kisses me, his lips feather-light on mine. “It’ll be okay, baby girl. I promise I won’t hurt you. Put your hands above your head.”
I do as he asks, and he covers my small hands with his huge ones. I’m panting with anticipation, but he holds my gaze, his dark eyes steady and calm.
“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing my jawline. “Are you ready?”
I nod, and it’s enough. Arman shifts his hips, forging slowly into me, and my mouth falls open. He’s so hot, so hard, stretching the inner walls that have never felt this sensation before. Untouched nerves light up at the friction; deep inside, a gnawing ache calls for him. It doesn’t hurt; it’s like an itch. An emptiness that only my husband’s thick cock can fill.
He feels me shaking and stops moving. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice hoarse, and I understand the monumental self-control he’s exercising now.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
I feel Arman’s body meet mine, his cock buried as deep as it can go. I’m gloriously full, my pussy contracting against him, and he kisses my neck.
“I never thought this would happen.” He makes tiny pulsing motions with his hips, and I relax as my pussy gets used to the feeling. “Everything I endured, every stolen moment with you, all my fantasies—it all came down to this. All I wanted was you, Lilyana. Now, you’ll always be mine.”
He releases my hands and sits back on his heels, pulling my hips to meet him. The sight of his cock bottoming out inside me draws a satisfied snarl from him. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he says reverently. “I have to warn you; this will be over embarrassingly quickly. You gonna be good to me and give me another sweet little orgasm before I give you mine?”
He doesn’t wait for a reply. His thumb delves between my folds, finding my clit, and he massages it with light, smooth movements as he slides slowly out of me.
“I made that sound like a question, but I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You’re doing so well. You’ll come on my cock for me, won’t you?”
That’s not a request, either. I moan as he pulls free, slowly and carefully, my clit tingling beneath his touch. He blows his breath out through pursed lips as he sinks his cock inside me to the hilt.
“Holy fuck.” His voice is strained. “You feel incredible. So tight, yet so wet. You’re better than I dreamed, more beautiful than I could imagine…damn.” He gives me a firmer thrust, and I roll my hips, pulling my knees up and back to take him better. “You’re a natural. Tell me you want me like I want you, tsvetok. I need to hear it.”
“I want you.”
I reach down with one hand, holding my lips apart, and Arman watches through heavy eyelids as he surges in and out of my tiny pussy. There’s no ache inside me anymore, just an all-encompassing feeling of satisfaction as his cock stretches me. Every time he withdraws, there’s a moment of empty, gnawing need before he plunges back inside, and each time he does it, I climb higher and higher.
Arman is unraveling further with every passing second, his movements becoming ever rougher. He lets go of my waist and grips the headboard for leverage, pumping me hard as he works my clit.
“You gonna be my good girl and come?” he murmurs, slinging his hips and smashing them into mine. “I can’t slow down, baby girl. You’re too hot, and I’m too far gone. You gotta help me.”
I push his hand away and replace it with my own, rubbing my clit rhythmically as he braces both hands on the bed. He’s almost unhinged with lust, his dark eyes burning into me, and I fall apart, screaming as my pussy gushes, flooding me with wetness and searing bliss. Arman slams home and comes with an animalistic grunt, his cock shoved deep inside as he fills me with his seed. It overflows, running down my ass and onto the bedsheets.
“Did I hurt you?” Arman asks between harsh breaths. “Jesus, Lilyana. I lost control. Tell me you’re okay.”
I can’t find any words, so I nod, and he pulls free, drawing me into his arms. The chill of the air makes me shudder, and he bundles me into the duvet, his naked body warm against mine.
“I didn’t believe in God before I met you,” he murmurs. “Now I’m sure the big guy must be up there. How else does someone like you come to be?”
I laugh sleepily. “I’m just an ordinary person, Arman. It’s only you who thinks I’m something special. I’m the girl who will graduate from Juilliard and never play a single concert.”
He leans back so he can look at my face. “What?” he asks. “That’s—no. You’ll get past your fear. I’ll help you.”
“I’ve always been afraid.” I rest my cheek on his chest, and he cradles my head. “It’s normal to me, the natural state of things. I’m almost as afraid of what I could be if my anxiety weren’t holding me down.”
