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She rubs herself against my cock through the fabric. Her face tells me how much she wants me, and how much she craves to be fucked. One of the things I love about my wife is that she’s always ready for me. Reyna’s indescribable, glowing brown skin is illuminated by the moonlight seeping in through our window. She looks like a goddess in front of me and I should be so lucky that I get to touch something so fine, so elegant.

With one finger, I inserted it deep inside her. She was completely wet. I look into those brown eyes and see that she hasn’t broken contact with me once. It makes it hard to look away. Her stare is pleading with me to put her out of her misery.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Don’t you?” I taunt. “No need to beg,zhena. It’s so cute how wet you are.”

“Kyro…” she growls, but is amused by my teasing. She moves off me and gets off the bed. I furrow my eyes in confusion. What game is she playing?

With a smirk on her face, she runs from the room. Huh? She wants me to chase her. The sadistic side of me smiles at her idea and I begin to give her a head start because when I catch Reyna, she’ll be screaming.

I finally got off the bed and listened to the sound of her steps, but it was quiet. My wife is hiding from me. How cute.

“Where, oh where, could my wife be?” My voice is soft and low as I walk through the estate. She could have picked a better place to play hide and seek.

There are guards all over this estate, which makes me want to find her more quickly. She’s in her black bra with black lacy panties to match. If any of my men saw her, I would have to rip their eyes out of their sockets, and I’m not exaggerating.

I see that the door to the car garage is open, the light is on and it’s cold. All my collectible cars are stored here, but the best prize of all is sitting on top of my Aston Martin.

“How do I look?” Reyna asks, pushing her curls out of her face.

“Better than any bow that could have come with that car.” I joke.

Reyna looks at the car, “Um…maybe I shouldn’t be sitting on this car, I don’t want to dent it.” She starts to slide off the car, but I stop her from getting off the hood.

“No, I like you on top of the car. A meal always tastes better when it’s displayed properly.” I put my hand on both her thighs and slid my hands easily to her lacy panties.

I don’t take off the fabric, I just pull on it so that it rubs against her pussy. Her body jolts and twitches from the feeling.

The fabric rips and I chuckle. I rip apart what’s left until it’s off her. “Hey! That’s expensive!” She barks, but I ignore the anger and start licking her warm, soaked pussy. It shuts her up and the only thing coming from her mouth is her pleas.

“Fuck, I think I could come from just eating you out,” I say in Russian.

Reyna pulls on my hair. “What did you say?” She moans.

“Nothing important,” I reply in English with a smirk tied to my face as I continue to lick and play with her clit.

“God! Oh! Fuck!” she continues to cry out.

“Yes?” I tease.

She doesn’t answer, as she is too caught up in her pleasure. “Hm…ah.” These are the only sounds that come out.

“So vocal.” I groan. “Don’t hold back.”

She screams, and I know she just unraveled in the most pleasurable way.

“I think that’s enough.” I pulled away from her.

Reyna looks at me, worried. She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck. She kisses me and tastes herself on my lips. “I could do this forever.” She whispers in between kisses.

“I have great stamina, but that’s pushing it, wife.” I joke.

She laughs. “I didn’t mean right now, dummy. I mean in life.”

Does she want to be with me forever? Does that mean she loves me? Whatever it is, it’s forward, and that’s where I want to go.

Chapter 15

Two Days Later

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