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"But you love it. Don't you? Our dirty, filthy girl, so full of dick. You want our cum too, don't you, baby?" I swirl my fingers around that tight little bud and start pistoning my hips just a little faster, causing Maksim to groan, bucking up. Fire licks down my spine when she moans my name like a prayer.
"Such a gorgeous woman."Thrust"Prettiest tits."Thrust"Prettiest fucking pussy."Thrust"Perfect ass."Thrust thrust thrust"You're all I want."Thrust"All I need."Thrust"All I love."Thrust thrust thrust"You got me so deep, so fucked for you. It will always be you for me, baby girl.”
Maksim and I find our tempo, in and out, making sure she’s always full of one or the other.
I let my hand around her torso snake up to her throat, holding her, not squeezing too hard. Not yet anyway. We'll work our way up to that. I can feel her tits on either side of my forearm, and God it feels amazing to have her like this. It feels right, especially when her breath spikes and I can feel her ass clamping around my dick, sucking me in deeper.
"Oh, fuck, she's coming."
"Is that right baby? You gonna come for your men? Hmm?"
"Yes! Please don't stop!"
As if I could even try to stop.
"My gorgeous girl loves my fat cock up her ass, doesn't she? Taking every thick inch. Oh fuck, that's it, baby." My lips slip from her neck to her shoulder and back, licking, pressing my fingers harder against her clit. My balls draw up when her ass grips me so tight I can't move, and her back arches into me.
"Savage!"
"Fuck that's perfect. That's so fucking good, give it to me, Sabrina. I'm fucking coming, baby." My hips jerk, thighs go stiff as my balls draw up, and the fire on my spine turns into molten lava. The edges of my vision go dark and blurry as I groan out her name.
"Untie me!" Maksim growls. Without slipping out too quickly, I help him out of his restraints. Soon, Sabrina's on her back, her legs around his waist, and he pounds into her, until "Best fucking pussy. God wife, I fucking love you. Take my cock. Take my cum. There it is. Sensitive little cunt can't help but come for your husband again, can she? Greediest little pussy. Ugh! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" He shoves every fucking inch as deep as he can, his muscular ass clenching as he stills. From where I'm standing I can see his cum leaking out around him, dripping down to where my cum is dripping out of our woman, mixing.
Fuck that's hot.
He doesn't slip out of her, instead, he shoves his arms under her pliant body and drags her with him when he sits up and lays back on the pillows. I go clean myself, grab a washcloth, and go back to them to clean her up while Maksim says soothing words, rubbing up and down her naked back. He waits for me to climb beside them to release her and put her between us. She rests her head on my chest and Maks follows, putting his head above hers on the pillow.
Soon, they’re both breathing deeply, eyes shut tight. Then, the love of my life's lips move and with the smallest of breaths, “I love you,” escapes her lips, just before the cutest, generator-like snore leaves her.
I hold her just a little tighter,my heart squeezing behind my sternum.
Paradise.
This is what heavenhas to be like.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Maksim.
"Mr. Giordano, we weren't aware you were coming to this meeting." Suits and ties all around.
I take the hand of the older man in front of me. His handshake is loose, but instead of letting the disgust show on my face, I let a trace of a smile grace my lips. I blink at my father-in-law. He may not have been able to get us into the shareholder meeting, but he was able to get usintothe building.
Sixty fucking floors of nothing but different departments. The elevator took longer than the fourteen minute drive here to Park Avenue. I pull my hand away from the white-haired gentleman that looks too old to still be working. I take a look around the room. Yeah. A lot of wrinkled foreheads, age spots, and a few wheelchairs. In the center of them all, is the man of the hour. Jaxson Prescott - major shareholder of PresCorp.
PresCorp, to anyone who knows them and what they actually do, fund about sixty percent of any and all major retail chains. They are behind the scenes in so much more. I know this because they’ve tried to purchase the Romanoff Deli connected to Eden where my office is, from me. Multiple times. Sending a different face each time.
I shake hands and take a seat beside David around the light oak conference table, large enough to seat at least twenty. Parker is standing by the door inside of the room with us, hands clasped in front of him. I fist my hands under the table when the door behind me opens, and a familiar English accent hits my ears. I have to remind myself that soon, I'll have this motherfucker in my torture chamber, hopefully, with Sasha’s icepick in one of his eyes.
Kane Burton dances around, greeting everyone by name, shaking hands, even getting a little too friendly with David. I shoot my father-in-law a glare. Fucking traitor. David clears his throat, as if finally recognizing the actual threat I am. I stand, square my shoulders, and tilt my head back just a bit to look down my nose at the fuckin Englishbadger-lookin fuck, then hold out my hand for him to shake. I know we’ve met before, and I know I’m a tall man at six-foot-six, but when he has to lookupat me, it’s fucking satisfying. Especially when he takes a slight step back, his smile falters, and he has to fix himself before sticking his hand in mine.
“Kane Burton.”
Oh, look at that.
My wife has a firmer grasp during her handshakes, and her hand istinycompared to his.
I am very pleased Sabrina is my wife.