Page 105 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

"What can I do—" Still smiling down at me, she slipped her hand inside the shirt. First cupping her breasts in turn, and then her hand slid down her stomach and over her satin-covered mound.

I followed every movement, a groan tearing its way out of my lips as I watched her fingers slide across the material.

"To help?" Over and over again, she stroked against her center.

Leaning back, I kept my eyes on her even as I answered the questions being asked of me. My tongue swiping over my lips as I watched her slowly stroke herself.

I didn’t know what she was playing at, but I was down for it. Holy fucking shit, I was down for this.

Wetting my lips, I shook my head. "Show me." My voice came out a gravelly whisper.

Eyes sparkling, Daisy pulled those panties to the side, baring her pink, glistening pussy to me, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out with fucking need.

How did I ever get so fucking lucky?

Eyes hooded, I watched as she stroked between her lips, parting herself for me even more.

Fuck. I was so close to losing control and just fucking her right here and now. Maybe pull that sweet, wet pussy right down over my cock and give her exactly what she wanted.

"Fuck yourself for me," I whispered instead, and was rewarded by a soft cry as she speared herself with two fingers as far as they would go.

I watched her body swallow them and wished it was my dick that was sliding inside of her.

It had been weeks since I’d made love to her.

Suddenly I frowned. It hadn’t been weeks. It had been months.

The thought was sobering.

How the hell had it happened? I hadn’t touched my wife since our daughter was born.

No wonder she was here and laying herself out bare to me. She fucking missed me.

Keeping one hand on the phone, I reached out with the other one, slowly sliding the tips through her wetness and lazily beginning to circle her clit in time with her plunging fingers.

For a second, Daisy's eyes widened, and then they fluttered shut and her head fell back as she let out the sweetest little whimper I had ever heard.

Pressing down a little harder, I watched as she began to shake. Her whole body trembling, and I knew without question that she was close.

It had been months since I had watched her cum, and now I had a front-row seat to it, and it felt like I was going to explode in my pants like a damn teenager.

Of course, this was all my fault. I’d been so focused on making her happy that I had neglected her other happiness.

Increasing the pressure, my fingers slid against her wet core. "Fuck, Ilya," she moaned, her hips beginning to roll so she could meet every thrust with her body. "I need—"

"I have to go. Something important has come up," slamming the phone down, I grabbed both of her hips, yanking her to the very edge of the desk and suctioning my lips over her swollen little clit.

If my wife was going to cum, then I wasn’t going to miss a drop.

The whimpers turned to moans that sounded like my name as she gave herself over to me completely. When I parted her with my fingers and plunged one inside whilst sucking as hard as I could on her little pleasure nub, she creamed. Her hands tangled in my hair so she could hold me to her and gyrate against my face.

"Ilya!" Daisy's nails scraped against my scalp almost painfully as she slammed her wet pussy against my lips and soaked my mouth and chin in her release. I didn’t let up, licking her slowly and surely until she fell back with a low but still needy groan. "Fuck me, Ilya. I need to feel you inside of me."

I knew she did because that’s exactly how I was feeling as well. Only I knew I wouldn’t be able to go gently with her, and she deserved gentle. Especially as this was the first time since she had given birth.

The memories of our first time together assaulted me. I hadn’t been gentle back then when I had taken her virginity hard and fast on my desk.

I’d regretted how I had treated her that night ever since and was not going to make the same mistake again.