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What the hell is he dreaming about?
I didn’t believe him when he said he hadn’t had sex since he met me. That was months ago. Could a man as virile as Sasha have lived like a monk all that time?
I want to touch him. To take that girthy cock in my hand and feel the heat. As I watch, a tiny bead of moisture darkens the fabric straining at the tip, and I lick my lips.
“Goddamn it, Sasha,” I whisper. “Is that mine? Are you dreaming aboutme?”
I feel my wetness dampening my inner thighs, and I squeeze them together. It’s all I can do not to free his cock and straddle him. I’m soaked already—I could just slide that thick length right into me. Really stretch my needy little hole until I can’t take any more…
I slip my hand into my pajama shorts, feeling for my clit. My fingertip brushes it, and I almost yelp aloud as a bolt of pleasure jolts through me. The tiny button is so sensitive already. I press down and shift the pad of my finger gently, shuddering with bliss as my pussy clutches at nothing. Sasha moves in his sleep, turning his head slightly toward me, but he does not wake.
Oh my God.Stay asleep. Or wake up, see what I’m doing, and bury your fucking gigantic cock in my dripping pussy. Give me the come you’ve been saving up just for me. An early Christmas present, perhaps?
I roll onto my front and raise my ass, pretending that Sasha is behind me. I work my clit as I imagine him opening me up, my entrance aching as it gives way to him. My eyes are closed as I flex my internal walls, almost able to feel it. Would he pull my hair? Slap my ass? Call me his slut?
Where didthatcome from? I’ve been called a slut before by clients, and I hated it, but it would sure hit differently if Sasha said it.
Before I think about why, I realize the thought has carried me away, and my climax is about to hit. I bury my face in the pillow and moan as I come, ecstasy radiating through my core and filling my entire body. My pussy reacts with a fresh gush of moisture, soaking my hand.
For long minutes, I dare not move. What if I open my eyes and see Sasha looking at me?
Eventually, the arm trapped beneath me goes numb, and I have to shift my weight. I wince as blood rushes to my hand, making it tingle. Sasha slept through the whole thing, his cock still at full mast.
I just came harder than ever before, but God knows I still want that inside me. Sasha is a man who likes to fuck—if it’s really been months since he got laid, he’d probably wreck me. The thought makes my pussy feel hollow, as though it wants to find out what it’s missing, but I won’t wake him.
This is ridiculous. I just got done masturbating beside the man I ran away from only hours ago...wait. What actually happened? I was at the bus station, and then…?
Herescuedme, that’s what.
He killed Marc. He killed the disgusting wannabe rapist at the bus shelter. Is there anything my new bratva husband won’t do for me? Ortome?
I can tell myself he’s the hateful son of a bitch who forced me to be his wife, and maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was there and stopped me from getting hurt. Again.
Belonging to Sasha Kislev isn’t all bad—he takes his responsibility as my protector seriously. Maybe there’s a chance we can turn this stupid situation around and make the best of it.
Sleep is nudging at my consciousness, and I roll away, closing my eyes.
13
Ten minutes earlier…
Sasha
Ilie as still as possible. My cock aches, over-pumped and desperately in need of attention. Josie’s attention.
I haven’t had sex in months, but God knows I’ve jerked off many times, and I imagined this exact scenario. I can’t open my eyes, move, or shift my weight for fear of alerting her that I am more awake than she thinks. Because I’m sure my wife would not be touching herself beside me if she thought I knew about it.
Her tiny sounds are driving me crazy. Sweet little gasps. Moans she tries to catch before releasing them aloud.
I tense my muscles, making my cock twitch slightly. It does nothing to relieve the deep throb in my loins.
Why am I just lying here? Why don’t I say something?Dosomething?
I could roll over now and get involved. Bury my cock in Josie’s warm pussy and feel her gripping me, like she does in all my lurid fantasies.
But I’ve caught her in a private act. She thinks I’m asleep, and it’s all I can do to maintain the charade.
The mattress shifts as Josie rolls away from me, and for a moment, I think she’s getting out of bed. Then her face appears beside mine, close enough to feel her hot breath moving my hair. I peer through barely-parted lids to see she’s on her front, her peachy ass in the air.
