I smile innocently. “What did I start?”
He closes the distance between us, roughly shoving his hand down my shorts without bothering to unbutton them. “Oh, now she wants to play innocent?”
I shut my eyes, squirming as he tries to nudge his fingers beneath my panties. The space is too tight.
“If you want more,” he says, his voice deep and dark, “lose the fucking panties.”
I grin before slowly peeling off my shorts and panties and stepping out of them.
Emilio is back on me in seconds.
Our mouths crash together, messy and breathless.
We claw at each other’s clothes.
He throws my shirt and bra across the room.
I fling his against the wall.
When I fumble to unbuckle his pants, he bats my hand away and does it himself.
We’re tired, our movements frantic and messy.
“Does my wife want her husband’s cock?” Emilio asks, stroking himself, staring straight into my eyes.
My gaze drifts from his eyes to his cock.
Both my mouth and pussy are drenched for him.
He looks so beautiful, standing there and stroking himself.
Perfection carved with sin.
Even if I did kill him, like Aleksy had asked, and chose my own new husband, I’d never be satisfied. No one could measure up to Emilio.
Emilio strokes himself lazily, his thumb teasing the head. “Tell me you want my cock, Liliya.” His voice is almost pleading. I’ve never heard him sound so desperate.
He sways closer, caressing and cupping my breast. He stops stroking himself and lowers his head to suck on my hard nipple.
Pleasure rumbles through my entire body.
“I … I want your cock,” I say, my pulse skyrocketing.
His mouth moves to the other nipple, and I shudder at the feel of his facial hair, rough against my sensitive skin.
“Tell me how you’re going to make your husband’s cock feel good.” Grabbing my hand, he guides it to his erection.
Without delay, I wrap my fingers around him. “I’m going to make your cock feel so good,” I say, slowly stroking him.
He grips my waist and pulls me up. My hand falls from his cock as he wraps my legs around his hips and charges toward the chair in the corner. He drops down, taking me with him, and gives me time to adjust as I straddle him.
I drag my hips forward, running my wetness around his hard cock. My insides are on fire. With one arm, Emilio holds me up, and he uses the other to line his cock up with my entrance.
I don’t even wait for him, and he falls back in the chair as I impale myself on his cock. I throw my head back, thrusting my chest forward, as he fills me.
It’s perfection.
So good.
