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I squeeze my eyes shut, muttering, “Jesus fucking Christ,” and relax when I don’t burst into flames.
If killing a priest didn’t incinerate me first…
Reaching me, Katya looks up with those big brown eyes that have me spiraling with need.
“Are you sure you want me to do this right here in the living room?” she mewls.
“Why not? It’s just us.” The freedom to be stark naked and fuck my wife’s mouth in my living room is so damn satisfying. Growing up with seven siblings, I felt smothered and controlled.
Katya unfurls the towel that managed to stay on my waist throughout this ordeal and takes my swollen cock into her hands. “How can anything so dangerous be so beautiful?”
My fucking knees buckle. I had the power to deny myself pleasures of the flesh. It’d been easy when I wanted to be a priest, and easier these two plus years pining for Katya. Now, I question my sanity, because I can’t go one damn day without being inside my wife.
“Are you talking about me or my cock?”
Katya licks the tip, and my head falls back. “Both.”
My thick, heavy cock breaches her soft, pillowy lips and I forget my name. Man, how weak would I have been, had I experienced this before my decision to become a priest? I’m certain, one taste of this shattering pleasure, and I might have made the decision to give up my dream on my own.
Feeling her warm, wet mouth around my throbbing cock, my ears ring with an evil hiss. I question if the devil is whispering nonsense, so I won’t want to keep this woman. He won the first two rounds, made me push Foster to his death, then stripped me of my emotions the night I killed Father Eamon.
Not this time. I’m more dangerous and powerful than ever. Katya is fucking mine.
My cock thumps, and she gags on my hard length. But with a look of sexy determination, she goes right back to work. “Do you feel what you do to me, baby?”
She pulls off and smiles to lick the tip then circles the head with her tongue. “You’ll have to hold me down and show me.”
When she wraps her lips around my cock again, I brace my legs for the feeling of euphoria that I assume resembles free falling from a plane. I lavish the fact that I’m her first. The idea of another man standing here with my wife on her knees infuriates me.
With my cock sliding further inside Katya’s warm, wet, greedy mouth, I’m questioning if I’ll let her go to London. Can I live without these carnal moments that yank me out of the darkness?
As every inch slides deeper down her throat, I harden painfully and worry, I’ll just grab her head and fuck her face. Hurt her. How can something feel so damn good?
I stare down at my pretty stolen bride with eyes just formeand with a cunt only I’ve ever sank into. I’ve whored my flesh all over this city, butthisisn’t something I’ve felt before. It goes beyond the crackle of electricity she brings into the room. It’s because she’s all mine.
I take a breath, my nostrils flaring at her scent of arousal. “Are you wet, baby?”
She bobs off and licks the underside of my cock while it drips pearly precum from my sensitive tip. “You’ll find out.”
“Damn right, I will.” I want to come down her throat, but that won’t stop me from fucking her right away.
The devil gave me a wicked dick and an insatiable appetite. His plan may have been to break me.Me. One of the most feared men in Astoria, wealth beyond measure, by giving me a wife I adore.
Fuck, I adore this girl. Is this love? Would it be terrible if I loved her?
Yes, because she doesn’t want to stay with me. She wants to dance all over Europe. My heart aches, and I turn brutal, shoving my cock in and out of her mouth.
I twist a snarl of hair, adorably knotted with bed head from a full night’s sleep while I was out hurting people. I force her to take me deeper into her mouth. A wicked vision forms of her doing this to someone else. She’s tasted sin and will want more of it. Fuck, she initiates sex more than I do.
“You like me fucking your mouth, don’t you?” I push harder, deeper. “You like sucking your husband’s cock?”
“Mmmm,” she groans.
I reach down and grab one hand that’s been fisting the base of my shaft. “Massage my balls.” Fuck, they’re so tight.
Her warm hand gives an enthusiastic little squeeze paired with a throaty moan, and I’m barely holding on. “Deeper, baby. Keep going. Give me what I need, and I’ll pay you back, I promise.”
She squeaks a moan of pleasure while I’m on the brink and hurtling toward a violent orgasm. I unclench my stomach and give in to the wicked waves hovering and let pleasure flood through my veins.
