A breathy moan leaves her lips as I pull all the way out.
“More,” she begs, tilting her hips forward like she’s trying to pull me back in. She kisses the corner of my mouth. “I want all of you, always.”
I crash my lips into hers and thrust back inside her.
I lift her thigh higher on my waist, slam her against the wall, and catch her hand in mine, threading our fingers and pinning them to the shower wall.
I fuck my wife good, hard, and so fucking deep.
“How does my cock feel inside you?” I whisper against her throat before biting it.
“So good,” she moans, her voice breaking as I suck on her neck. “I’ve never felt so good.”
I rotate my hips, rolling them slowly, finding her G-spot.
When I do, her body jolts forward, and I smirk.
Her moans turn into whimpers. I release her pinned hand and slide my thumb between us, circling her clit as I pound into her. Her nails claw at my shoulder as our bodies smack against each other’s.
“Yesss,” she cries out, dragging out the word as her pussy pulses around me.
“Come for me, Liliya,” I grit out. “Tighten your pussy around my cock and squeeze every drop out of me. I want to know how good my cock makes you feel.”
A moan of desperation leaves her lips, and her orgasm rips through her. Her body spasms, her legs giving out. I catch her before she collapses, flip her around, and hike her ass up.
With one hard thrust, I’m back inside my wife.
I slap her ass and run my finger down her spine, feeling her tremble beneath me. It only takes a few more deep strokes, and I lose it, groaning her name.
As I slowly release her, she drops to the shower floor and catches her breath.
I kneel beside her, slide my hand between her thighs, and gather my cum leaking from her.
I smear it over her lower stomach, rubbing it in. “I’m putting a baby inside you.”
Liliya hops on the vanity,tugging my robe tighter around her body. “So … do we have a niece or nephew?”
I stop mid-towel-drying my hair to peer at her in question.
“Did Aurora have a boy or a girl?”
I hang my towel on the hook and smooth back my wet hair.
She gasps. “You didn’t ask, did you?”
“She had a healthy baby. That’s all that matters. Andre said she was sleeping and they needed to rest.”
She throws her hands up. “Next time you talk to them, you hand me the phone to ask all the important questions.”
I open a drawer for my deodorant and swipe it on. “Andre’s the one who called. We’ll find out today.”
“Speaking of Andre, what’s his deal? Guy screams serious Mafia vibes.”
“That’s because he is Mafia. Somehow, my sister escaped one mob family, only to fall in love with the son of a Chicago mob boss. Guess it’s in our blood to be attracted to this life.” I shake my head, remembering how against it I was when I found out.
But at least with Andre, I know she’s well protected.
No one can hurt her.
