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She straddles over me, her soaking wet pussy brushes against the tip of my cock before she sinks onto me with a soft little gasp.
She rolls her hips as her hands splay against my chest. I cup her breasts, brushing my thumbs against her perky nipples as she shifts again, adjusting to my size.
“You feel so fucking good,” I hiss, dipping my head to take her nipple into my mouth. I graze the stiff peak with my teeth, drawing soft mewls out of her.
As she rocks her hips back and forth, taking me deeper with each movement, I lift my hips from the couch. Her nails scrape my shoulders sending a wave of painful pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, yes, Sophia. Good girl.” I slide my hands down to her hips, gripping them and guiding her faster on my shaft.
Her pussy pulsates around me as she lets her head fall back and arches her back. I run one hand up her body, my touch teasing before my hand sinks into her hair. As I pull her hair, I slam upward into her, my cock aching for release.
“Come for me,” I order, pulling her hair harder. “We can both feel the way that tight little pussy is squeezing around me. Come for me. Let that tight little pussy milk my cock.”
I watch her eyes roll back in ecstasy. “Oh …, I …, oh fuck.”
Her pussy clamps around me as her orgasm crashes through her. I come with her, grabbing her hips, and holding her in place as I fill her pussy. Sophia’s moans fill the room as she keeps rolling her hips until her orgasm subsides. I release a breathless laugh at the fact that I’ve come twice this morning.
She rests her head on my chest, panting heavily. Once her legs stop shaking, she rolls off me and starts to collect her clothing. I snatch the fabric from her hands before stooping to pick up my shirt and toss it to her.
“I like it when you wear my shirts,” I smirk at her.
Sophia holds the shirt for a moment, hesitating, before putting it on. Her body disappears from view, but the sight of her in my shirt is almost as beautiful. The hem falls to the middle of her thighs and the short sleeves graze the crook of her elbows.
“Sit down and we’ll have some lunch,” I say, pulling on my boxers and pants. As I sit down, she takes a seat next to me, a deep gurgling coming from her petite body. She blushes and giggles at the sounds of hunger emanating from her. “After lunch, get cleaned up, doll, and then start organizing for our trip.”
I want her with me when I go to LA. Leaving her here is not an option, even if she has schoolwork to do. She can bring it with her and get it done when I’m busy and not buried deep inside her.
When she serves up the roast chicken and salad, I can’t take my eyes off her.
If this is what it's like to have a wife, married life isn't so bad after all.
Chapter 13 - Sophia
The butter soft cream-colored leather wraps around me like a hug as I sink into one of the comfortable seats in Ivan’s private jet. He sits on the other side of me, his phone pressed to his ear as he speaks in a low tone that sends a tingling down my spine.
Butterflies dance in my stomach as I take in the way his T-shirt and joggers hug his muscular frame. He looks more relaxed than he normally does as he leans back in the seat and kicks his feet up on the footrest in front of him.
The entire plane smells like his cologne. It lingers on every surface, reminding me of the last couple of days when his body was wrapped around mine. That scent invades my senses and makes me light-headed.
Everything about him is attractive. The more time I spend with him, the more I start to like him, or rather, towanthim. He unleashed a desire and longing for love in me that I didn't even realize how much I missed it.
I must tell him what Hazel told me. He must know that someone he trusts will turn against him.
It could be Nik; he would have some plausible reasons to get Ivan out of the way and take over the business. Or Roman?
However, his uncle gave me the creeps too. Maybe it’s just a mafia thing.
I had spent so much of my life avoiding this world as best I could. I didn't want to be dragged any deeper into it than Ialready was. Then I was forced into a marriage that would bind me to the Bratva forever.
I take a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to tell him what’s going on once he gets off the phone. I doubt that he is going to take it well. But I’m his wife now. If there is a threat against him—against us—I need to tell him.
The phone call does not end, even when the plane takes off. Every now and then Ivan glances at me and sometimes he winks. I give him a gentle smile as I take my textbook and laptop out of the bag, I brought with me on the plane. Ivan’s gaze falls on the books before he continues talking to the person on the other end of the conversation.
Even though I try to concentrate on my work, it’s an impossible task when I feel his gaze on me. I want to put my work aside, get up, and snuggle in his lap.
I’m craving his touch already and we only left our house a couple of hours ago. I’ve never wanted anyone else the way I want him.
Maybe when we get to LA, he’ll whisk me away for some alone time.
