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There’s an ever - so - slight pout to his hard mouth, and oh my God, it makes me so hot. I can fix his pout. I can be what this incredible man needs. I always have been, without knowingit.
“You are. So, sohot.”
He swallows loudly. “I do not mind you thinkingso.”
Love him.Love him.“I almost fell down the stairs, your body looks so insanely sexy in that tight shirt,” I whisper. “I’d like to rip it off and lick every one of yourtattoos.”
His hands fly to my hips, yanking me closer with a growl. The sudden movement causes the priest to stop talking, but without taking his attention off me, Sasha rasps at him, “Keep going. Do not stop again until she is mywife.”
The priest gives a stilted nod and the ceremony continues. Only now, Sasha is grinding me up and down on his erection, sweat forming on his upper lip. Shouldn’t I be mortified? Or put a stop to this? There is apriestless than two feet away. Too bad there’s excitement and need wrapping around me, making me want to push more. To make this stoic Russian lose his shit. I might adore him with my very soul, but I still want to ruin the carefully laid plans he made without consulting me. Maybe I really do have a hot, Russiantemper.
With anticipation turning my blood to quicksilver, I press my mouth to Sasha’s ear and let my tongue trace his lobe. Using my body to block the priest’s view, I stroke that heavy, hungry part of him through his pants. “Do you have more cum for me,Daddy?”
I don’t know what I was expecting, but I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams what happens next. My feet leave the ground, and with a squeal still trapped in my throat, I find myself face down on the leather couch, a muscle - bound Russian unzipping his pants behindme.
“Sasha — ”
My exclamation is cut off when Sasha snakes an arm beneath my hips, jerking me up onto my knees and flipping the nightgown hem up to reveal my backside. In front of me, the priest stands gaping, eyes wide as cylinders. Sasha rips my panties down my legs and enters me with a hissed curse, sending the priest stumbling back astep.
“Take your eyes off what’s mine and turn around, priest,” Sasha growls, taking his first savage thrust into my body. “Andkeepgoing.”
* * *
Sasha
“The little angelfinally understands her power, doesshe?”
Anya whimpers. “Yes.Yes.”
Do you have more cum for me,Daddy?
Those echoing words have me dropping forward so I can sink my teeth into her shoulder while I drive deep, deep, deep. Fuck.I can see her cunt in my mind’s eye. Hairless, pink lips guarding the tightest fuck hole on the planet.Mine.I’ve got to guard it against predators. Already I’ll spend my life discouraging men who are attracted by her beauty, her sweetness and intelligence. If word got out that her cunt is almost too small to take a man, there would be a riot on our doorstep. Every man would want to steal what’smine.
Just another reason I must put my child in her womb.Now. I need it to be known by all that the angel is claimed. Provided for. That another man owns the place between her thighs. When she appeared on the staircase in that tease of white fabric, my pulse began rapping against the inside of my skull.Fuck her. Breed her.The impulse only grows louder, more persistent, every second she’s mine. It will never end. Never. My obsession ispermanent.
The squelching sounds of my cock battering her pussy fill the room, almost drowning out the priest as he speeds through the ceremony. This is not how I pictured our wedding ceremony, but when she gripped my pulsing dick and asked for cum in that innocent voice, animal instinct took over. Even now, my love for Anya is demanding I marry her in the manner she deserves. But I’maddictedto her. Every pump of my cock is like entering heaven, her taut ass cheeks vibrating with each thrust against mybelly.
“You’re going to be like fucking a virgin every time, aren’t you?” I burrow my mouth in her hair, breathing her scent, wishing I could bathe in it. In her. “Except you’re a horny little virgin who likes to challenge her man. Do you like where it getsyou?”
“I l - like you inside me,” she murmurs brokenly. “It feels sogood.”
“Nyet, Anya. You love it.” I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze, noting when her pussy responds in kind. “None of this ‘like’bullshit.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her back arches, lifting her ass. “I loveit.”
A growl of triumph passes my lips. Need is a monster inside me, and there’s only one name, one person who can soothe it. Anya. Anya. My cock pounds in her soft flesh, demanding ownership. And she gives it, spreading her legs as wide as the couch will allow.Good, little girl.Her high, pointed tits have bounced free of the white nightgown and jiggle on either side of her, slender fingers clutching at the couch cushions. Shit.How many nights did I stroke off to the image of fucking Anya doggy - style? Still didn’t know she’d be this sweet, this tight, thiseverything. Myeverything.
Except my wife. Notyet.
“Read faster, priest,” I grit out, checking to make sure his back is still turned. It would be a pity to murder a man of God. “Make her my wife while I make her amother.”
The other man’s pitch increases, along with his speed. Slapping flesh mingles with Anya’s whimpers, scripture. My own grunts of desperation join the chorus as I near my own end. Sin swims through the room, colliding with salvation. But I’m only concerned with giving that salvation to Anya, so I release her throat to reach between our bodies, rubbing the pad of my middle finger on herclit.
“Oh!” she cries out, her cunt spasming around me. “Yes,please.”
“Repeat after me,” breathes the priest. “I, Sasha Mikhailov, take you, Anya Orlov, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, andforever.”
Rolling her clit gentle between my thumb and middle finger, I groan the words in her ear, trying to stave off the hot cum that rises in my flesh. “Now you,Anya.”
