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My husband likes what he sees, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. “I want you, Aria,” he whispers in my ear. “My beautiful, sexy wife. I want your pussy hugging my cock. Iwant to hear you scream after I’ve whipped your ass and fucked you against my desk. I want to remember the sound and feel of you when I work.”
Spinning me around, he lifts me and yanks the jeans and panties off. “Spread your legs for me.”
My heart’s in my throat as he kneels in front of me. I hardly know what to do with myself until he places himself between my knees and has me straddle my legs around his face.
“Such a good girl,” he says in a whisper, before he rubs his cheek against the sensitive skin of my thighs. The prickle makes my pussy throb. Nestling my feet on his shoulders, he spreads my thighs further apart. “You deserve a reward for being a good girl.” His accent’s thickened.
With a deep breath, he inhales my scent and mutters in Russian. He leans in and first kisses the inside of one leg, then the other. “I can taste your arousal already and it’s making me wild.” With a low growl, he bites my inner thigh. I scream and jump, but he holds my legs fast. “Stay right there.”
With the flat of his tongue, he licks where he bit, sending mixed vibrations all through me. I feel half wild with need and fear, the two emotions so irrevocably entwined I can hardly think straight.
“So sweet,” he whispers again, dragging his stubble along the sensitive skin. “You taste so sweet. Spread your legs and stay right where you are.”
With trembling knees, I obey. He grips my aching ass, leans in, and inhales my scent.
The first tentative press of his tongue to my clit feels like heaven. I gasp and jerk. No one’s ever done this to me before, and I’m already half-drunk. It’s so personal, so private, and yet?—
So is being in his bed.
So is being over his lap.
So is riding his cock and obeying him.
I’m in so deep there’s no escaping.
He ravishes my pussy with his mouth, suckling and licking, nipping and fingering. I’m whimpering with need with every stroke of his tongue. Holding my gaze, he suckles my throbbing sex before lazily dragging the flat of his tongue along it again. Just when I think I’m going to soar into climax, he lifts his mouth. My eyes fly open and meet his.
His voice is a low drawl thick with his accent. “Tell me you’ll watch that mouth of yours, Aria.”
I nod crazily. “I will, I promise, I will.”
The warmth of approval in his eyes makes my heart thump madly. “That’s my good girl. That’s what I want to hear. Such a good, obedient girl you are. Now beg me for your climax, sweet girl.”
“Please, Mikhail. Please don’t stop,” I beg in a breathy whisper, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears. My entire world is centered on the need for the release he could grant me. My voice diminishes to a plaintive whisper. “Please.”
“Please what? Who am I?” He gives another lazy stroke of his tongue that makes my hips jerk with the first spasm of orgasm. He bites out his next words. “Say it.”
“Please, Mikhail.”
The sharp rasp of his teeth against my thigh makes me scream. I bite my lip.
“Say it.”
I want to scream and fight this, the claim over who I am to him, but the desperate, carnal need for release trumps all rational thought.
“Husband.Please, husband.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face and he holds my eyes. “Good girl. I’m so pleased with you,moya zhena. Ask permission before you come on my tongue. You do not climax until I tell you.”
What?
I reach for his hair and grasp it. “Mikhail, you made me call you husband and I did!” He damn near tore it out of me. “I can’t — you can’t —ooh.”
With a groan of pleasure, he buries his face between my legs and licks me again, a sensual stroke of his mouth to my clit. He’s already made me call him husband, hewon’tmake me ask for permission.I won’t.I let myself go, powerless to stop.
The first wave of pleasure hits me. I can’t hold myself back, no matter his instruction.
The next stroke of his tongue sends me soaring into ecstasy. I let myself go again. “Oh,God,”I moan, half delirious with pleasure while a small voice whispers a warning in the back of my head. I disobeyed him and he won’t like that.
