Page 95 of Lord of the Underworld

"You're so wet, my darling," he breathes in my ear. "Already rubbing against me."

"Because I'm always wet when I'm around you," I moan, my forehead dropping to his shoulder. "You know this. I have no guile."

"And I love that about you," he says, his voice deep and rumbling through me. "You'll behave like a proper Bratva princess for everyone else, but for me…" The heel of his hand pushes roughly against my clitoris and I let out a shrill little noise. "For me, you're just a greedy girl who needs to get fucked, aren't you?"

"I love it when you do the dirty talk," I say blissfully. The friction of the lace between my swelling center and his hand is rough, then two of his fingers go inside me. I moan, thighs tense against his.

"Relax. Let me in," he whispers so persuasively, my Hades inviting me to the Underworld. I'm so close to coming, the dull ache in my center growing sharper, more demanding and I know he can feel my pussy pulse around his fingers.

"Just like this," I moan, my back arching, muscles so tight and needy. And then… his hand pulls away from me. My eyes fly open. "Why?" I say in a tone unattractively close to a whine.

"I want you to come when I'm inside you," he says. His voice is a bit hoarse and I'm unreasonably pleased that this is affecting him, too. "Lift up a bit," he says. I do, my eyes widening as he yanks open the fly of his jeans and pulls himself out.

"No shrinkage from the cold?" I ask, batting my eyelashes again.

Vadim laughs harshly, pushing his fingers, wet from being inside me, into my mouth, curling them to pull me closer for another dirty kiss. "I'm always hard around you," he says. "Fuck the weather."

"No," I say, a little breathlessly and still not sure how we're going to pull this off. "I'd rather fuck you."

Oh, that did it.

Lifting me up by my hips, he orders, "Put me in."

He's thick and hard as granite, throbbing against my palm. The chilly air turns our breath into a cloud of frost, but his cock is blazingly hot. Slipping the broad head just inside me, I try to keep my eyes on his as he slowly pulls me down, but it's too much; my head drops back bonelessly because I can feel each of his piercings push against my excruciatingly sensitive channel.

It's such a shock. Always. It's so good.

He lets me settle against him; clit pressed hard against the base of his cock. And then, he clicks his tongue, holding the reins.

"You are not -" My alarmed question is cut off as a startled scream escapes me. Charon starts trotting, not galloping, thank god, just trotting. But bouncing up and down is something that I can't control because my feet aren't in the stirrups. It's sending me up and down on Vadim's cock.

I never, ever would have thought of this…

Oh, he's clicking his tongue again? Oh, no, no, no, no… My fingernails dig into his neck. "No faster," I scream, "not any faster!"

Charon is well trained, and picks up the pace. Not a full gallop yet - thank you, god - though it increases the speed of the motion and I ride his cock the way he's riding his horse. The movement is overwhelming, the speed, the feel of his muscles against mine. His cock is driving in and out of me and it's too much. It's not enough.

We're back on the forest trail, and I'm praying to all the minor Russian deities that no one has seen us, because I know I'm being loud. I'm moaning, I keep calling out his name, and perhaps several compliments about the size of his cock.

"I like you this way," he says, pleased. "Loud and greedy. Unashamed about taking what you want." He bites my neck, it's not a soft one. "Just like that, moy svet. So good for me."

We're approaching a curve in the trail that I recognize. Once we turn right, we're heading back to the stables.

We will be visible to anyone there!

My entire body tenses, and he lets out a groan as I squeeze down on his cock. "Wait! Vadim, we're really close!"

"We are," he says. His voice is more of a rasp now, eyes glittering at me. "You better hurry and come. Come hard. The turn is very close." His hand goes to the small of my back, and he pushes roughly, making my clit grind down on the hairy base of his cock, and his piercings push aggressively against the front of my channel.

I lose it.

Screaming, wiggling closer or away from his cock, I'm not sure. I have never come so loudly, and I'm not embarrassed. I'm completely unaware of anything but the cycling heat inside me, my bones turned to liquid. Everything's soft and wet, except for the heat and the hardness of him.

Vadim grits his teeth then shouts, "Fuuuck!" before I feel him spurt inside me until both of us are wet. My thighs, his jeans.

Still in the shelter of the trees, he stops and gently lifts me, turning me sideways again. My undies are hanging on by one leg, he ripped them at some point. He pulls them off, tucking them in his pocket, then I have to help him, sitting up enough to tuck his cock inside his jeans and button them. We stay a moment longer, me slumping against my beautiful husband and him trying to catch his breath.

We're flushed, smiling at each other as if we have a secret that no one could possibly guess. Though I suspect the minute they look at us, it would be obvious. We try to tidy each other up as best we can, before riding sedately back to the stables.