Page 95 of Fractured Empire

“I love how hard it gets,” she tells me, rubbing her thumb over the tip to smear the little pearl of liquid into the sensitive skin there. “Your skin is so soft but you’re stiff as a bone underneath it. It’s so nice.”

“Keep talking like that and I’m going to embarrass myself, baby,” I warn as her hand flexes around my dick again, testing how tightly she wants to hold it.

“You like being praised?” she asks, a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “I could go on and on about how much you turn me on, bohatstvo.”

I groan and she giggles.

“I could,” she continues. “But I’d rather feel you inside me. I’m dying for it, Leon. I feel like I’ve been waiting years for this.”

And in a way, she has been.

I’ll be the first man to ever be inside her and fuck if that doesn’t make the possessive side of me fucking thrive. I’ve never put much stock into the virginity thing, always finding the belief that mafia princesses should remain pure and untouched while their male counterparts do whatever they please asinine. But I won’t deny feeling fucking blessed that the woman I’ve married trusts me enough to be the first man she’s taken to bed. Her ability to feel safe with me matters way more than her sexual history.

“Katya…damn, baby,” I breathe out, grabbing the back of her knees to part her legs further and situate myself closer between them. My fingertips brush over her glistening pussy lips and I groan at the slippery evidence of her arousal. “You’re so wet, tesoro. Is this all for me, hmm?”

“Yesss,” she says through a hiss, her body jerking as I reach her clit. “I want you so badly, Leon. I need my husband to take care of me.”

My husband.

The words are said so sweetly but sound fucking sinful to my ears.

“You and that fucking mouth,” I growl, pushing my thumb harder down on her sensitive nub. “You’ll be the death of me, Katya.”

“No more teasing,” my wife protests, squirming, trying to push my hand away from her pussy. “Fuck me, Leon. We have all the time in the world to explore each other more. Right now, I’m going to go crazy if I have to wait any longer.”

“You don’t want my mouth again?” I can’t help but ask, dipping down to kiss her plump lips. “You just want this?” Wrapping a hand around my cock, I flick my wrist and slap it down, hitting her pussy with a wet smack. “Is that right?”

“Now, Leon,” she growls, reaching around the small of my back to dig her nails into the dimples there. “I want you to stretch me out and bury yourself so deep. Show me what we’re going to be doing for the rest of our lives, moja láska.”

I have no idea what she just called me, but it must be something good judging by the sultry tone she delivered the words with. Either way, the sound of her demanding, almost begging to be fucked pushes me to my limit.

Grabbing my messy comforter from the end of the bed, I ball a bit of it up and shove it under her hips to give her some more height. Her back arches but not enough to make her uncomfortable, and she offers me a little nod to tell me that she’s fine with her change in position. I sink down further on my knees and my cock rests right on her pussy, ready to be thrust where it belongs.

Katya’s breath catches when I move, dragging my length through her wet lips on the way to notching the tip at her entrance. I can feel the heat radiating off her cunt, and I’m already bracing myself for how hot and tight she’s going to feel around me.

“We can stop at any time,” I remind her, rubbing my free hand up her thigh and latching onto her hip for stability. “Tell me if it hurts. This is going to be more intense than just a couple of fingers like last night, okay?”

“I can take it.” She licks her lips. “Give me everything, bohatstvo.”

Her reassurance and eagerness finally pushes me to act. My hips surge forward in a snap, moaning as I squeeze myself into her tight heat. Katya cries out, her nails biting into my back once more. She doesn’t try to push me away, but pulls me closer, letting her head fall back and whimpering as I enter her fully.

My chest rumbles with a primal rumble of pleasure and I pull back to feel the way her walls clamp down, trying to keep me in. We’re connected in such a deep and almost passionate way that my eyes threaten to roll even though we’ve hardly begun. My wife moans louder as I repeat the small thrust, not bothering to try and muffle her exclamations of ecstasy now that we’re in a soundproofed room.

If I’m hurting her or causing any uncomfortable stretching, she doesn’t show it. She’s a snug fit around my large size, but she molds herself around me like we were fucking built to do this. It’s almost too good to be true.

“Fuuuck,” I curse, groaning through my teeth. If I don’t hold myself together, I’m going to come way too fast and fucking embarrass myself. She’s just so fucking pretty and perfect. “You should see yourself, baby. You’re so lovely with your legs wide open and your pussy stuffed full of your husband’s fat cock.”

“I’m all yours,” she replies with a whimper, pushing herself down to try and fuck me back. Like a fucking offering from the gods.

Needing her to enjoy herself as much as I am, my fingers find her clit quickly and start to rub deep circles around the sensitive bud. She thrashes on contact and lets out a sharp moan, lifting her hips like she’s trying to struggle away from the intensity of the sensation. I only add to it by starting thrust faster and more frequently. There’s no pausing for adjustment now, just raw fucking—letting the satisfaction of being balls deep inside her lead me.

“Ohhhh, oh fu-fuck,” she gasps, her voice cracking as she takes it like a perfect girl. “Right there, yesss, ooohmygooood, please.”

“Please, baby?” I repeat, rocking back faster to thrust harder than before. “What pretty manners you have. You like that? You want more?”

She looks at me and then flicks her eyes down to see where we’re connected.

“Yes,” she moans, eyes threatening to roll.