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while until she’s writhing beneath me, her breaths panting and uneven before I pull back and look up, holding her eyes as my mouth opens gently over her nipple.
The contact is explosive, and I growl my approval when she moans long and loudly and pushes herself closer, demanding more.
I give it immediately, loving her hard nipples over and over till she’s keening and I feel crazed for her, and then I pay homage to a belly and thighs that are soft and comforting.
My face goes to her flesh and I revel in her silky drag over my face before venturing lower and resting my cheek at her mons, trying to regain myself.
“You are so beautiful, my angel,” I whisper, opening my mouth and breathing in the musky scent wafting from her wet folds. Irina, my angel, moans again, and I look up to meet her dazed eyes, needing that intimate contact as I lower my mouth and flick the very tip of my tongue over her core, growling at the feel and taste of her petals enveloping my tongue.
“God, that’s….ahh”
I breathe against her flesh, licking and sucking, drawing out her cream in a frenzy when my balls start aching and my cock is throbbing with my heartbeat.
When she’s screaming, pulling at my hair, and so wet that I feel her thighs slide over my cheeks, I rear up and kiss her as I place my crown at her core and push in slightly, my teeth grinding.
She feels so good, so right when I regain control and push in again. I feel my brow bead with sweat and my arms tremble. But she’s with me, I see it in her flushed face and the look of absolute adoration she gives me when I finally settle and fill her fully.
She was pure, and just knowing that has my balls threatening to explode. I want her to love sex with me, to crave it as much as I do.
So I do her right, pulling out slowly and going back in with care, pumping, circling, over and over till I feel, see, and taste nothing but my wife. I’m submerged in bliss when she lets go beneath me and throws her hips back at me, her cries spurring me on as I feel the fluttering deep within her go from small tremors to hard, sucking swallows.
“Misha?”
“Shh, my angel, let it go, feel it,” I grate through my teeth, letting myself pound into her welcoming warmth.
It feels so good as I wrench her hips up and bang into her, seeking her climax as brutally as I seek my own.
When she does finally tense and scream her release, her sheath squeezing my shaft, I feel that last piece click into place and I release into her, praying for all I am worth that my seed floods her womb and does what my desperate, crazy mind needs it to.
I come for ages, more than I ever have before, my jerking thrusts sending every last drop as deep and hard as I can get it. It’s painful in its intensity, and so raw that when I finally regain my sense and find the strength to move I realize I’ve collapsed on her fully.
“Angel, sorry, I—”
“Don’t you dare move a muscle, Misha Novac,” she snarls breathily, her legs locking around my hips to pull me back into her. “I just had sex for the first time and I need cuddling.”
“I should cuddle you, angel, without killing you. Let me turn.”
But she refuses, pulling me in closer and sighing so loudly, it ruffles my hair where my face is plastered to her neck.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” she finally says after minutes of nothing but silent intimacy, her legs unwrapping as she pushes me away.
“Angel—”
“Why? Why go to all this trouble for a screw—”
“ Nyet ! If I had wanted just a screw or a good time in bed, you would have been under me moments after we met, Irina. Never say these things when you speak of yourself again, angel. I will not allow it,” I yell, my glow completely vanishing.
Last night I looked at the smarmy prick touching her, her mouth curving in a friendly smile, and I felt my world crumbling at my feet. I had to do something.
“Misha. This is crazy. We got drunk and got married in a heartbeat, though
The contact is explosive, and I growl my approval when she moans long and loudly and pushes herself closer, demanding more.
I give it immediately, loving her hard nipples over and over till she’s keening and I feel crazed for her, and then I pay homage to a belly and thighs that are soft and comforting.
My face goes to her flesh and I revel in her silky drag over my face before venturing lower and resting my cheek at her mons, trying to regain myself.
“You are so beautiful, my angel,” I whisper, opening my mouth and breathing in the musky scent wafting from her wet folds. Irina, my angel, moans again, and I look up to meet her dazed eyes, needing that intimate contact as I lower my mouth and flick the very tip of my tongue over her core, growling at the feel and taste of her petals enveloping my tongue.
“God, that’s….ahh”
I breathe against her flesh, licking and sucking, drawing out her cream in a frenzy when my balls start aching and my cock is throbbing with my heartbeat.
When she’s screaming, pulling at my hair, and so wet that I feel her thighs slide over my cheeks, I rear up and kiss her as I place my crown at her core and push in slightly, my teeth grinding.
She feels so good, so right when I regain control and push in again. I feel my brow bead with sweat and my arms tremble. But she’s with me, I see it in her flushed face and the look of absolute adoration she gives me when I finally settle and fill her fully.
She was pure, and just knowing that has my balls threatening to explode. I want her to love sex with me, to crave it as much as I do.
So I do her right, pulling out slowly and going back in with care, pumping, circling, over and over till I feel, see, and taste nothing but my wife. I’m submerged in bliss when she lets go beneath me and throws her hips back at me, her cries spurring me on as I feel the fluttering deep within her go from small tremors to hard, sucking swallows.
“Misha?”
“Shh, my angel, let it go, feel it,” I grate through my teeth, letting myself pound into her welcoming warmth.
It feels so good as I wrench her hips up and bang into her, seeking her climax as brutally as I seek my own.
When she does finally tense and scream her release, her sheath squeezing my shaft, I feel that last piece click into place and I release into her, praying for all I am worth that my seed floods her womb and does what my desperate, crazy mind needs it to.
I come for ages, more than I ever have before, my jerking thrusts sending every last drop as deep and hard as I can get it. It’s painful in its intensity, and so raw that when I finally regain my sense and find the strength to move I realize I’ve collapsed on her fully.
“Angel, sorry, I—”
“Don’t you dare move a muscle, Misha Novac,” she snarls breathily, her legs locking around my hips to pull me back into her. “I just had sex for the first time and I need cuddling.”
“I should cuddle you, angel, without killing you. Let me turn.”
But she refuses, pulling me in closer and sighing so loudly, it ruffles my hair where my face is plastered to her neck.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” she finally says after minutes of nothing but silent intimacy, her legs unwrapping as she pushes me away.
“Angel—”
“Why? Why go to all this trouble for a screw—”
“ Nyet ! If I had wanted just a screw or a good time in bed, you would have been under me moments after we met, Irina. Never say these things when you speak of yourself again, angel. I will not allow it,” I yell, my glow completely vanishing.
Last night I looked at the smarmy prick touching her, her mouth curving in a friendly smile, and I felt my world crumbling at my feet. I had to do something.
“Misha. This is crazy. We got drunk and got married in a heartbeat, though
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