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VIKTOR
Caterina leans over me, her lips brushing my chest. She’s naked, entirely so, and her nipples brush my skin too, hard and pointed, evidence of her desire. But that’s not what I’m most interested in.
My cock, heavy and swollen, throbs between us, the tip brushing against the soft skin of her belly and leaving a trail of my arousal there. I want to grip it, stroke it, angle myself so that I can slip into her, into that wet heat that I crave like air itself.
But that’s not what I seek out either. Instead, my hand finds its way between her spread thighs, up the soft inner flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her before I even touch her. Hot, for me. Wet, for me. Smooth and yielding, slick and inviting.
My fingers slide between her folds, trailing in her arousal, soaking myself in her as I find her clit, circling it so that she gasps against my skin, her ass arching upwards as she presses against my hand, seeking more of that delicious friction as her lips make their way downwards.
My cock throbs in anticipation, knowing that her soft lips will be wrapped around my tip any moment now, her tongue circling the sensitive spot beneath, slipping down, taking me into the tight confines of her throat. No one gives head like Caterina. She can suck a cock better than any woman I’ve ever known, and it’s just one of many reasons why I’m glad that I married her.
I could list off so many more, and I will, later when she’s lying breathless and sated in my arms. But for now, I settle for groaning in pleasure, my other hand making a fist in her hair as she slides another inch downwards, guiding her mouth towards my throbbing length. She’s taken her sweet time, but now it’s time that I remind her who’s in charge, that I decide when my cock gets sucked.
Her eyes roll up to meet mine, heated and glazed with lust. Her mouth opens, that soft pink tongue darting out to run along the length of my shaft, teasing the prominent, pulsing vein along the top. My head tilts back as I groan again, tightening my grip on her hair as her mouth moves upwards, her lips parting to wrap tightly around my cockhead, sucking me into her mouth with wet, hot friction that threatens to send me over the edge far too soon.
Some nights, that’s all I want—just to pour myself into her mouth and down her throat, a hot rush of my cum spurting over her tongue, hearing her moan as she drinks me down, licking every last drop away. But tonight, this is just foreplay. I want my wife’s pussy, and she knows I get what I want.
And she’s happy to give it.
She’s not trying to make me come, so Caterina licks me almost lazily, with long slow strokes as she sucks at my head and shaft with her full lips, until my cock is so swollen and hard that I’m not sure it’s possible for me to get any more erect, my thick shaft stretching her lips as she struggles to take it all.
“Down your throat once, yes, ah, fuck!”I curse aloud as her throatmuscles tighten around me, my cock choking her as she slides down to the base, engulfing all of me. When she comes up, her eyes are watering, her lips puffy and shiny with her spit, and my cock is glistening, aching to be inside of her.
My hand relaxes in her hair, and Caterina pulls back, tossing her head and sending all of those cascading dark locks tumbling over her shoulders. She gives me a wicked grin as she straddles me, her hand wrapping firmly around my throbbing shaft as she guides it between her legs, her thumb stroking that vein as her hips rock downwards onto me, her folds parting and wrapping themselves around my head as I penetrate her with a sensation that outstrips any other pleasure I’ve ever felt.
She fucks me slowly, tantalizingly, drawing out every moment, making me ache for more even as I’m inside of her. When I finally take charge again, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her hard and fast, the grin on her face tells me that she was waiting for it. Waiting for me to take her, to show her that even with her on top of me, I’m in charge.
I’m the one who possesses her, claims her,ownsher. Mine, forever and always.
My beloved bride.
I hold back until she’s grinding down onto me with fast, helpless motions that tell me she’s close, the muscles of her inner thighs trembling as she pushes herself towards her orgasm. My own muscles are rigid with the force of holding back my cum, my body tense and ready for it. The moment that I feel her clench around me, her nails digging into my chest, I throw my head back with a roar of pleasure as I thrust up into her hard, seating my cock as deep inside of her as I can as I start to come.
I pour into her, her pussy gripping me, milking me as I throb and spurt inside of her, the pleasure almost unbearable. Nothing has ever felt as good as Caterina; no woman could ever compare. Nothing could ever make up for the loss of her, if that day ever came.
She’s my obsession. My drug. The only woman who could ever match me.
Mine. Mine.Mine.
I grab her hips, rolling her onto her back as I stay buried inside of her, keeping my cum there, letting it take root. My hands sweep over her body, caressing her as she sighs softly with pleasure, and I kiss her lips gently, knowing that she’ll fall asleep in my arms tonight. Whatever problems there once were between us, they’re gone now, drifted away until I can’t even entirely remember what they were or how we overcame them. There was some gulf between us, but now—now I can’t even recall why, or how there could have ever been a single night when I didn’t hold my wife close to my chest, cherishing her. Adoring her. Claiming her for my own.
Caterina tilts her chin up, arching up to kiss me. I meet her halfway, kissing her again fiercely, feeling her warm, full, soft lips—
--go cold under mine.
I jerk backward, feeling her skin turn waxy, her body go limp, and when I slip out of her, sliding back on the bed, my hands trail in something warm and sticky.
Blood. There’s blood on the bed, on my hands, everywhere. I hold my hands up, watching it drip down my palms, and when I finally look out from behind them, I feel my own blood run cold.
It’s not Caterina on the bed, naked and beautiful. It’s Vera, her face twisted with sorrow even in death, her wrists laid open and streaming blood.
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The dream jerks me awake, leaving me in a cold sweat as I lie there, the dawn light greying just outside my window. I hold my hands up in front of my face, half expecting to see them streaked with blood, but they’re clean and bare.It was a dream,I tell myself, and I try to think back to the first part of it, Caterina atop me, her lips wrapped hungrily around my cock, Caterina straddling me, riding me to a climax.
But try as I might, the sickening final act keeps creeping back into my thoughts, driving away anything else. And if I’m being honest, even remembering the first, best part of the dream does little to make me feel better.
