Page 72 of Twisted Fate
She stands up, her shoes in one hand as she reaches for mine with the other, and I stand with her, my entire body aching for her. I sling my arm around her waist, leading her quickly up the dune back to where the Porsche is parked, and the moment we reach it I turn her sharply, pressing her back against the hood as I tug her hair loose with one hand and wrap my fingers around it.
“I want your mouth,” I murmur hoarsely. “Right here, Sophia.”
She sinks down onto the asphalt without a word, her heels clattering onto the ground next to us as she reaches for my belt with one hand, undoing it deftly. I can see the greying sky above us, the glow of the sun slowly starting to rise in my periphery, and someone could drive up at any moment and see us. But I don’t care. I’m Konstantin fucking Abramov, and there’s no one who can tell me what I can and cannot do in this city.
If I want my wife to suck my cock in view of the beach, with the sun rising behind us as I decide whether to come in her mouth or her pussy, then that’s what I’m going to fucking do.
I groan as I feel her delicate hand slip into my open fly, her fingers wrapping around my thick, hard shaft as she tugs me free. I pull her head forward with my hand in her hair, hips thrusting forward as the already slick head of my cock pushes against her lips.
“Open your mouth,volchitsa,” I murmur, and she obeys. Her full lips wrap around my cockhead, and a shudder of pleasure runs down my spine as I thrust into her mouth without waiting for her to accommodate me, trusting that she can take as much of my length as I choose to give her.
And she does. Her mouth opens wider, her tongue sliding along the underside of my straining cock as I push into her throat, both hands in her hair now as I moan with the pleasure of finally, finally getting the relief I need. After hours of arousal, the tight heat of her mouth is exquisite, and as she wraps her lips around me and sucks, I consider coming down her throat instead of deep inside her pussy.
But I want more than just a blowjob from her right now. I want her dripping with my cum, her pussy wet with it as we drive home. I want her to fall asleep full of me, and wake up with me pumping more of it inside of her.
Just the thought has me on the edge as Sophia deep-throats my cock, taking me nearly to the hilt despite my size as she looks up at me with wide eyes. I thrust again, rocking my hips against her mouth as I savor the sensation of her throat convulsing around me, before I pull myself free, enjoying the sight of my swollen length slick with her spit in the morning light.
“Up,” I order. “Bend over the hood and pull up your skirt,volchitsa. Show me what’s mine.”
She stands, a little unsteadily, and turns, arching forward over the hood of the car as she turns to look at me, reaching back with one hand as she spreads her legs and pulls her skirt up. Her eyes are glossy with lust, her lips parted and swollen from thefriction of my cock, and I fist myself once, hard, thrusting into my hand as I look down at the view in front of me.
She arches her ass up, on display for me. Her pussy is puffy and flushed, folds wet and slick with her arousal.
I step forward, between her spread legs, one hand on the small of her back as I angle myself against her entrance… and thrust hard.
She lets out a howl of mingled pleasure and pain as I sink into her to the hilt, filling her with my cock roughly. I’m almost too big for her—I know that, and I groan aloud with the pleasure of feeling her tight heat wrap around me, squeezing my cock as she stretches for me. I reach forward, grabbing a handful of her hair, and I start to fuck her, hard.
“That’s right,” I breathe, as she cries out for me again, thrusting back against my invading cock. “Take it,volchitsa. Take every inch. Whose pussy is this, Sophia?”
“Yours,” she gasps, arching back. “Oh god, I’m going to come already?—”
“Yes, you are.” I thrust again, hard. “Is it mine to fuck whenever I please,dorogoy?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Whenever, Konstantin, ohgod?—”
“Anywhere I want? Is your mouth mine, pretty girl? Your ass?”
“Yes.Yes. Oh god, ohfuck?—”
I feel her tighten around me, convulsing as she comes on my cock, her ass bouncing against me as she thrusts back with every rock of my hips against her. She’s so tight as she comes that she’s nearly strangling my cock, and I moan, my hand on her back sliding to wrap around her hip as I feel myself on the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I groan, slamming into her again. “I’m going to fill you up,volchitsa. Fill you with my fucking cum,oh fuck?—”
My cock throbs as she cries out, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life as I fuck my wife over the hood of my car in the dawning light. Her body is awash with it as she cries out my name, spasming around me with a second, smaller orgasm as I start to spurt inside of her.
“Fuckinghell—” I throw my head back, fucking her through my own climax as I feel spurt after spurt of hot cum erupt from my cock, the orgasm so powerful it makes me briefly dizzy. I can’t remember ever having come this hard before—the pleasure tearing through me, and I feel my chest tighten and my lungs contract as the last throb of it ripples through me.
I lean forward, breathing hard, my hand braced against the car as I feel her fluttering around me, my cock softening inside of her. Up ahead, I see a police cruiser slow down on the road, and for a minute, I think he’s going to pull in and say something. But he must recognize the car, because he keeps going, speeding up a little as he drives away.
Sophia laughs softly. “You really can get away with anything, can’t you?” she whispers, and I chuckle as I slide out of her, tucking myself away as I help her up off the car.
“I own this city,” I murmur, as I turn her to face me. “I get what I want,volchitsa. And what I wanted was you.”
Something almost shy slides into her eyes then, and she looks away, straightening her skirt. “I wanted you too,” she whispers, like it’s a secret, like she’s not my wife. Like what we just did was wrong, and not the most natural thing that a man and his woman could do.
I reach up, turning her face toward me, but the look in her eyes is gone, replaced by that soft haziness that comes in the wake of pleasure. Whatever I saw, whatever I heard, has vanished.
Just another mystery, in the tapestry of them that make up this woman I’ve married.
