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God, I love her. I never imagined she could be so comfortable with me that she’d be the one making me lose my mind. How did I get so lucky?
38
Lilyana
Idrag Arman’s pants down his legs, then stand, shedding my pants. He stares slack-jawed at me, and I enjoy a surge of confidence. It’s hard not to feel like a goddess when it’s Arman who is worshipping me.
“A guy like me does not deserve perfection like you,” he says, gripping his erection, “but until the Almighty realizes his mistake, I’ll enjoy my slice of Heaven.”
I straddle him carefully, hovering over his cock as I settle myself into a comfortable position. I use my hand to move him against my slick pussy lips, sighing at the contact, and sink just enough to press his smooth tip into my tight entrance.
“Ohhh.” I put my hands on his shoulders and close my eyes, slipping another inch inside me, and he watches my face, entranced. I’m not paying the slightest bit of attention to anything except his cock, and I’m astonished at how much that does for him. I didn’t expect to be so into using him like this, but seeing him straining against his desire, resisting putting his hands on me and taking control—it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, beyond anything I imagined.
Slowly, with a long moan of pleasure, I lower myself down, taking all of him until my ass rests on his thighs. I’m so tight, and that bit of resistance makes Arman hiss through his teeth.
“It’s all I can do not to flip you onto your front and rail the fuck out of you,” he says. My hand reaches between my legs, my fingertips brushing the base of his cock as I caress my clit.
“You’re my queen, my everything.” Arman says, closing his eyes as I start to move. “I’m your keeper and protector, but I’m also your slave. I’d die for you without a second’s hesitation.” He groans as I ease onto him again, taking him deep. “Everything I am, everything I have—it’s all yours, moya zhena. Always.”
I flex my knees, rising and falling as I ride him, hesitantly at first, then faster as I get lost in the sensation. My breath comes in frantic gasps, and his breathing grows increasingly ragged as he fights back his climax. I’m swarming with pleasure as my tiny pussy grips him, but Arman can take no more and cries out.
“Lilyana, for fuck’s sake, baby!” I open my eyes and find him staring straight at me. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“No!” I cry, my voice ferocious. My hand flies to his throat, and to my utter astonishment, I squeeze it as I look into my eyes. “I’m so close.”
“My innocent wife has a nasty streak, huh?” Arman sounds awestruck. “I love it. Don’t let go. You hang onto me just like that and fuck my cock.”
It’s not as though I’m strong enough to choke him; my hand is small and can’t exert any real pressure, but holy shit. I never knew I had it in me.
My pussy spasms around his shaft, and I press my forehead to his, my breath hot on his face as I find my stride.
“That’s it,” he says. “Keep riding me, baby girl. I’m gonna fill you up.” He can no longer resist, his hands flying to my ass. “Come for me, and I’ll give it to you. That’s what you want, right? To be full of me?”
Arman crushes his lips to mine, stifling a groan as I slide down onto his cock one more time. He holds me tight, ecstasy coursing through me as he empties into my clinging warmth, and I slump, my hands around his neck.
My breathing steadies, and I kiss him before standing and sliding off his softening erection. He seizes my hips and slides down the couch, his head between my thighs, and I yelp in shock.
“No more!” I say, swatting at him as he spears me with his tongue.
“It’s okay, moya zhena. I just wanted to give you one more gift.”
He works my finger into me and pulls out again, bringing some of his come with it. He catches it in his mouth and pushes me off him and onto my back.
“Here,” he says, settling between my thighs. “Kiss me.”
I gasp as he pushes his come-covered tongue into my mouth, grabbing my face so I have to take it. He tastes of my come and his, and I allow him to pass it to me, swallowing it down.
“That’s so dirty.” I pull away, my lips shiny. “Do all men do that?”
“They do not,” he licks his lips, and I laugh, “but that’s irrelevant. To you, there are no other men. You need only concern yourself with what I like to do, and believe me; I have a lot to teach you.”
I snuggle into his arms. “Yes, sir.”
Dear God. That’s a word I never thought I’d call him, and here I am, saying it of my own accord. I want to obey his every whim, yet he sees past my submissive nature into what I truly need, just like he said I would. He told me to use him, knowing it’d make me feel empowered and confident, and he was right.
“You need to watch your language, and I don’t mean the cursing,” he says. “You can’t call me that without consequences. How the fuck will I get anything done when my wife is an incendiary mix of innocent yet voracious?”
I pinch his nipple, and he flinches, laughing. “You claimed me for yourself, so keeping me satisfied is up to you.”
