Page 90 of Paved in Hate
Simona laughs and looks over at Danil. “You tell them.”
He reaches inside his tux jacket and pulls out a sonogram photo.
“Good god, not this again,” Vitaly mutters. “We can’t playspot the tiny penisagain, Danil, because you know we all suck at it.”
He laughs at my confused look. “Roman and Emily tried to get us to guess, but their son’s penis is so tiny that it’s impossible to see.”
“He’s not done growing,” Roman yells while laughing.
“So what are you having?” I ask, looking over at Simona.
She grins and says, “We’re having a boy, so you’ll be painting lots of little woodland creatures instead of pixies and pink unicorns.”
“I can’t wait.” I walk over and give her a hug as we all congratulate them. I’m already planning the rambunctious squirrels and cute raccoon family I want to put on the nursery walls.
Danil puts the sonogram photo on the fridge next to Roman’s son while Vitaly leans closer and whispers, “I wonder what we’re going to have.”
“Presumptuous,” I whisper back, making him laugh.
“Please, baby, I’ve filled you with enough cum to make it a certainty. Arrogance has nothing to do with it.”
He’s not wrong, so I just smile and pat his cheek, even though it makes him gloat all the more. The man’s insufferable, but somehow it just makes me love him all the more. The others surprise us with a cake, and after we’ve all eaten way too much of it, Vitaly picks me up and carries me upstairs.
Laughing, I wrap my arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying my wife to bed.” He gives me a wink. “I’m going to make you work up an appetite, and then we’re using Dominic’s gift and going to that Italian restaurant.”
“I’m not even remotely hungry,” I tell him.
“You know how much I love a challenge.” His grin says it all, and when he lays me on the bed and lifts my dress up, I recognize the determined glint in his eyes. It’s the same look he had when he made me pass out.
Keeping my lower body exposed, he slowly strips out of his tux. I watch his hands work the buttons free, revealing the intricate tattoos and tanned skin that always makes my damn mouth water. The corner of his mouth lifts up in a smirk when he sees me start to squirm. By the time he’s naked, I’m more than ready for him.
Stepping closer, he trails one scarred finger up my inner thigh. The roughness of his skin mixed with the gentleness of his touch has my hips rocking for more.
“I like these,” he says, dipping his finger under the lacy top of my thigh high. “And this.” His finger drags along the matching white, lacy panties that I ordered just for him. “These won’t last long, but they look sexy as fuck on you.”
“You can’t rip my undies, Vitaly.”
His laugh comes easy, but he never stops stroking my slit. “Your undies? Your sexy talk needs some work,ptichka,and I can rip them if I want.”
“But then I’ll be forced to walk around without them, and you told me you’d spank my ass for that,” I remind him.
“I did, yes.” He leans down and kisses my inner thigh. “That’s quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Before I can argue that I’m not the one getting myself in this mess, he hooks his fingers under my panties and rips them off with a sharp tug. My shocked yelp mixes with the sound of fabric tearing.
“That’s one less pair to worry about.”
I’d yell at him for ruining a pair of perfectly good panties, but he’s already nibbling on my pussy lips and I no longer give a fuck. Sliding his hands under my ass, he cups my cheeks and tilts me up so he can bury his face in my folds while keeping his eyes on mine. He licks and kisses every inch of me, and when he flicks his tongue against my aching clit, I gasp and clutch at my dress.
With his eyes on mine, he sends me over the edge, and when I start to come down, he doesn’t let up.
“Vitaly,” I pant, and I know he hears the warning in my voice by his innocent “Hmm?” that he gives me.
“Too much,” I gasp, but he ignores me and runs his tongue over my overly sensitive clit.
He breaks contact just long enough to say, “This is the wedding night you should’ve had. Instead of being terrified that I was going to rape you, you should’ve been in a constant state of ecstasy. You should’ve felt nothing but pleasure, and that’s what I’m making up for right now.”
