He hummed around it before dragging his tongue back down and plunging it inside of me.
My inner muscles clenched around him, and I didn’t even care that I was rolling my hips, pressing my pussy against his face so hard I wasn’t even sure he could breathe.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled against my clit, and I gasped at how sensitive I was. “Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He plunged his tongue in and out of me, fucking me like I desperately needed him to do with his cock.
And as if he read my mind—or maybe me grinding my pussy against his face was confirmation of what I needed—he rose above me and ran his palm over his mouth. He wiped away all the wetness from when he’d been eating me out.
While holding my gaze with his, Dmitry dragged his tongue over his palm, licking up all that arousal he’d just wiped off himself.
It was one of the most carnal things I’d ever seen.
“I want it to hurt,” he said between clenched teeth as he ran his cockhead over my slit. “I want to fuck you so hard that when you sit down tomorrow, you still feel me. I want the sheets to be sticky from my cum as it slides out of your sweet, perfect cunt.”
He kept running his tip up and down my cleft, rolling it around my clit, before sliding it back down and gently pressing into my opening.
My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, and I braced myself on my elbows, looking down the length of my body so I could watch the act.
I was like this tiny doll to this towering beast who’d break me in half.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” His voice was low. It was almost as if he spoke to himself as he pushed forward, notching himself at my hole.
Just the tip.
I was panting, my body burning alive, the stretch of where he was making me want it to hurt so good. But then he pulled out. And repeated the action. I was sweating and begging, shamelessly lifting my hips and hoping I could get him lodged deeper inside.
He gave me a slow, satisfied grin.
I realized my husband liked it when I begged for more.
He was between my thighs, and I didn’t think he could make the situation any hotter. He proved me wrong as he let a string of saliva go from his mouth to land right on my clit.
That trail of spit slid down my cleft to my opening, and then he thrust deep inside of me. His balls smacked against my ass, and a harsh noise left me from the sudden penetration.
He started moving in and out so damn slowly there was no doubt he liked teasing me more than anything else.
“Skazhi mne, kto tebya trakhayet.”
I moaned at his primal tone. “English.”
“Tell me who’s fucking you.” He said and grasped my waist. “Tell me who owns this tight little pussy.”
I breathed out, “You.”
“Tell me who’s the only man who will ever know how you feel inside.”
I arched my back and groaned as he ground himself against my clit. “You.”
“Say my fucking name.”
“Dmitry.” I cried out when he hit something deep inside.
“And who am I, princess?” He slammed his hands onto the mattress beside my head, his hips pistoning back and forth as he continued to own my body.
I looked into his fierce eyes. “My husband.”
He groaned and slanted his mouth on mine, rolled his hips, and hit that sweet spot deep inside me again.
“I want to feel my wife come all over my cock. Milk me, detka. I know you’re hungry for what only I can give you.” He nipped my bottom lip, then sucked on the side of my throat.
I knew I’d have a hickey there. I wanted that mark. I wanted them to cover me.
And when he bit the spot where my shoulder and neck met, growling low and causing a spike of pain to ignite in me. I exploded.
I shuddered and held on to him. The sounds that came from me were piercing. And the entire time he kept his teeth latched to my neck, as if he were some beast refusing to let his mate go.
And God, did that make my pleasure soar.
“You make me feel so good.” He slowly pushed in and pulled out. “No one else will ever fucking please me. It’ll only ever be you, Claudia.”
He kept fucking me, prolonging my orgasm until I was nothing but a sated, puddled mess beneath him.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned every time my pussy contracted around him. “You were made to fit me.” He pulled back and stared down at where we were joined, watching himself slide in and out. “I’m going to come so hard you’ll feel it.” And then his thrusts became harder, faster.