AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He slowly takes his fingers from my heat and brings them to his mouth, savoring my cream.
“We need to go.” I try to force out a stern tone, but my words come out as a moan. You would think it’s been months since he’s had me, not just this morning. He woke me up with his mouth between my legs and a hard fucking right after. But with the way we’re acting right now, we seem deprived. “We have plans, we have to get going.” He nods and releases me. I stand from his lap, and he smooths my skirt down, making sure it’s in place. Then he grazes his knuckles over my nipples, and it zings all the way to my pussy. Sasha has a way of controlling my body with one simple touch.
He stays seated as he leans his head forward on my stomach. I rub my hands through his hair as his arms wrap around my waist. He’s become such a cuddler in the past ten years.
“Thank you, angel,” he says against me. “You made my life.”
My eyes begin to water. I knew before me his life was hard. He did dark things, but since the two of us finally came together, it’s all been heaven. Since we left my father’s house and I became his, he’s found a softness inside that I wasn’t sure existed. He’s truly become the man of my dreams and given me everything my heart has desired. Including his love.
“You made mine, too,” I respond. He grips me tighter, and I keep running my hands through his hair. We stay like that for a few moments, until he finally leans back to look at me.
“All right, let’s see what kind of trouble you’re going to get yourself in.” He stands, but when he does he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder and smacking my bare ass. He strides through the house and to the car, placing me inside then buckling me in.
He goes around to his side and gets in, then we take off. I give him the address, and he grunts in response as he drives.
“Skirt up, legs open. You know I like a view.”
One hand comes to rest on my thigh as I do what he says. He doesn’t go any higher, just rubs my thigh back and forth, and it’s driving me crazy. He’s doing it on purpose, but from the strain of the outline of his cock, I think we’re both in the same pain.
“Daddy?” I ask, my breathing picking up. Maybe I should have asked him for more in his office. Had him fuck me once more before we left.
“Da, my sweet angel?”
“Please?”
He glances over at me for a second, then back at the road. “We are here,” he says reminding me of what we’re doing. I’d forgotten on the short drive, that’s how lost I am for him. I had them set up close to the house, so when I look out the car window, I see them and start to bounce in my seat.
I look over at Sasha, who doesn’t look so happy. His face is hard and he’s glaring out the window.
“Nyet,” he says, and the word is final.
Sasha
“My angel is too important to me,” I say, and look at the disappointment on Anya’s face.
The two men who have set up the hot – air balloon are over by the truck, waiting for my instructions. They took their fill of my wife as she bounded from the car, breasts bouncing, hints of her pussy being shown from beneath her skirt.
One of the men is young, and I see now that he tries to hide his erection from me. From my angel. I do not like anyone looking at what is mine, but there is no way to prevent this while I am trying to explain to her that this is unsafe.
“It’s safe. They tie it off and only let us go up a few feet,” she pleads, her eyes begging me.
“I will not allow it. The risk is too great. What would our children do without a mother and father? Nyet.”
“I thought you would like it,” she pouts, her little lip poking forward.
“I love you too much, my angel. With your safety, I will not broker a deal.” I look over at the hot – air balloon and then back at her. “I will allow you to stand inside the basket, if that will give you pleasure.”
She looks over at it and shrugs, but I can see that it is some compromise.
“Will you come inside it with me?” She looks back at me, and I nod. I can only deny her so much in one afternoon.
She reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I place my hands on her bare ass. I look over the top of her head to the men behind her who are trying not to get caught looking. But how could a male not want my wife? She is perfection.
