Page 91 of Paved in Hate
His fingers dig into my ass, holding me still while he goes back to devouring me like I’m the best goddamn thing he’s ever tasted.
“I want your pleasure, wife,” he growls, dipping his tongue into me. “I want to taste it, and I want to feel it all over my fucking face.” He gives me a slow lick up my slit before circling my clit. “When we go out tonight, I’m doing it with your taste on my tongue and the scent of your pussy on my skin. Every person in that restaurant will know that you’re mine.”
“And everyone will know that you’re mine,” I tell him, running my hands through his hair when he gives my clit a soft suck.
“Only yours,” he growls, giving me a harder suck that has my back arching off the bed. When he slides two fingers into me, it pushes me over the edge again. My body shakes in his grip, and I’m helpless to move. I’m helpless to do anything but take what he wants to give me, and right now he’s determined to give me everything.
When another shudder racks my body, he takes pity on me. Kissing my pussy with a reverence that feels like he’s worshipping me, he takes his time, and only when he’s satisfied he’s hit every inch of me does he lift up and reach behind me to unzip my dress. He pulls it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my strapless bra and thigh highs. My nipples strain against the white lace, and when he leans down to wrap his lips around one, I feel his pre-cum hit my stomach.
Reaching between us, I run my fingers over him, coating him in his own arousal before I start to work him from his base all the way up to his head. His deep, masculine groan vibrates against my breast as he tongues my nipple before giving it a soft bite. Pulling the lace down, he exposes my chest and rocks his hips against my hand.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” His voice is thick with lust, and when he brings his hand to mine, guiding the head of his cock to my slit, I can see the veins sticking out along his neck and the tension in his jaw. He’s barely hanging on, and I’m expecting him to slam into me, but he doesn’t. He brings his mouth to mine and kisses me as he slowly slides into me, and it feels like pure heaven.
Our bodies connect so easily, the rhythm coming so damn naturally to us, like we were made just for the other—a perfect fit in every way. The weight of the diamond necklace rests against the hollow of my neck as he thrusts into me. Our fingers intertwine when he pins one of my hands to the bed. His other hand cups my face, deepening the kiss. I lose myself completely in Vitaly, just like I always do, and when we find our release, it’s together. He never breaks the kiss, not even when he feels my inner walls tighten around him and I feel him pulse inside me. We keep kissing as he grows soft, and as soon as he’s able to, we do it all over again.
We spend the entire day in bed, fucking and laughing and trying like hell to not think about tomorrow night. Everything is going to change tomorrow, but today is ours, and we’re determined to enjoy every second of it.
When my stomach finally growls, he gives me a triumphant grin. “About damn time, baby. You had me worried there for a second. I’m not so sure I could’ve handled another round without getting some calories in me.”
“Already can’t keep up with me?” I tease, laughing at his horrified expression.
“I can keep up,ptichka. I just said I needed some fuel to keep me going.”
I pat his chest and say, “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”
His mouth drops open in surprise. “I never would’ve guessed the scared, timid woman who first said ‘I do’ to me would turn into this mouthy little hellion. I’ve created a goddamn monster is what I’ve done, a sassy one who constantly begs for my handprint on her perfect ass.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not at all what I’m begging for.”
“Oh, it is, baby. You might as well be bending over and begging for a spanking.”
I take a step back, refusing to turn around and show him my bare ass when he’s got that wicked glint in his eyes and a hand that’s already twitching at the thought of marking my skin.
“Going somewhere?” he taunts, taking a step towards me.
“We’re going to go out to eat. Remember?”
“We have plenty of time,ptichka.”
Before he can form a plan, I race into the bathroom, but I’m not quick enough. A strong, tattooed arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against him.
“You can’t fly away from me, little bird. I believe you said something about me not being able to keep up.”
He presses against me, letting me feel the hard length of him against my ass before he grabs both my hands and presses them against the counter in front of us. Keeping his hands over mine, he gives my ear a soft nip.
“Look at me,ptichka.”
I lift my head, meeting his heated gaze in the mirror that’s now only inches from my face.
“I want you to watch me prove you wrong.”
And prove me wrong he does. Twice. Both times he makes me watch, and when the force of the orgasms makes me drop my head, he fists my hair and lifts me back up again, wanting me to see the ecstasy that’s written all over my face, the ecstasy thathe’sgiving me.
“Okay, okay, I was wrong,” I pant as my knees threaten to give out. “You can keep up with me.”
He laughs and kisses my cheek. “Let me know if you ever need a reminder again. I’m more than happy to give it to you, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think I can walk.” My breasts are pressed flush against the counter, and the only thing keeping me upright is the fact that he’s still buried inside me and pinning me in place.
