Page 79 of Mistaken
Ella’s head tilts slightly, her chest rising and falling. Is she scenting me? “Well, that seems unkind,” she drawls, “to attack a perfectly innocent punching bag.”
I’m enjoying this, my wife not flinching away, her pupils flaring wide and her breathing slowing down. “Did you have another suggestion,?????????”
“I’m sure a big, strong man like you can come up with something,” she says primly and I pounce on her.
She’s laughing as I haul her up in my arms, her hands flailing to steady herself but she still remembers to hold on to only my shoulders. My mouth finds hers and I want to chew those full lips of hers, so pretty and pink. I restrain myself and her tongue comes out to coil with mine, lazily teasing me while her hands rub up and down my arms, squeezing my biceps and stroking along my skin.
“You’re far too overdressed,??????? Morozov,” I murmur between slow, sucking kisses as I pull off her dress.
“How kind of you to assist me in this process,?????? Morozov,” she whispers before biting my earlobe. My wife has very sharp teeth, but at the moment, I don’t mind. I throw the ruins of her dress and bra over my shoulder, and she giggles.
Ella giggles. I’ve never heard it from her and it’s charming, like her, lighting up her face and making her green eyes glow. She’s on her back on our bed, arms thrown up above her head, and her black, black hair spreads across the white pillowcase like a spill of ink. I’m straddling her, running my hands up and down from her waist, along her ribs, cupping those perfect, silky breasts and my rough fingertips sliding along her collarbones. She’s breathing fast and it’s making her stomach press against my painfully hard cock. Then, she has the audacity to push up her hips, trying to angle me where she wants me.
“Do you want my cock,?????????”I flex my shaft, pushing it lower against her pearl.Blyad',it is pretty, already swollen and glistening between her lower lips. Ella nods and pushes her hips up again. “You can’t have it yet,” I shake my head, sliding lower, pressing my cock between her thighs and laughing when she groans irritably. “Not until you come on my tongue.”
I am not subtle, thrusting my tongue hard inside her, enjoying her muffled shriek and how her thighs tighten against me. I’m growling, enjoying the vibration and knowing it’s affecting my bride as her hips twist back and forth. Rubbing my stubbled chin along her slick, tender center, I breathe her in. Sweet. Sharp. This soft, silky slit is swelling hopefully for me, like a flower and it’s beautiful to watch. Being able to see her give herself with enthusiasm is wildly arousing. Not because I’ve seduced her into submitting with orgasms first, but watching her come greedily, pushing and sliding against my face and mouth and arching her back as the first one washes over her.
“Maksim, c’mon…” Ella says in a tone that might be characterized as whining, but I can’t hold back, going back on my knees and hauling her onto my cock, admiring the long arch of her back and how it feels to be inside my wife, her pussy already clenching and contracting against me, forcing me to push harder to make my way up her channel. My thumbs are spreading her wide so that I can see my cock inside her.
“So slick,moya khoroshaya devochka,you’re gripping me so tightly,” I groan, “this perfect, tightpizdais mine, isn’t it?”
Ella doesn’t answer me so I push hard, burying inside her, so deep that every place inside my secretive bride is filled with me.
“Oh, god, Maksim,” she’s moaning pitifully, chest heaving and gasping for breath.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” I cruelly rotate my hips, not pulling out in the slightest, pushing side to side to loosen her a bit. “Hmmm,?????????”
She’s licking her lips, and I suspect she’s trying to string enough words together to tell me that indeed, this pretty pink cunt is mine. Laughing, I slide my hands under her shoulder blades and pull her up to me. This pushes me that much higher inside her and Ella screams, louder than I’ve ever heard her and so beautiful with her flushed face and open mouth.
“Yes, Maksim. Pakhan.Da, eto tvoye.”Her eyes open and she squeezes down on my shaft so tightly that I’m frozen inside her, and it’s my turn to groan. Sliding her hand down, Ella smiles slyly. “May I touch your cock?”
I nod blankly, feeling myself harden impossibly more as she slides her fore and middle fingers down, scissoring me between them, squeezing through the wet and the heat of us together and I slide my hands over her ass, gripping her tightly with both and lifting her a bit. Her fingers move lower, her eyes never leaving mine. “May I touch your balls?“
Iisus Khristos,she’s going to kill me.
“Da, you may,” I’m barely breathing as her fingers, slick from us, began squeezing and toying with me. Hauling her up slightly, I drop her onto my cock again, enjoying her gasp. “I’m going to keep you impaled on my cock until I hear you scream again,????????.”
It doesn’t take long at all.
The next day…
We haven’t left the bedroom, not since yesterday afternoon. I cannot seem to get enough of my wife and she seems perfectly happy to stay in bed with me, allowing me to worship her with my mouth, my fingers, and my cock. A sour-faced Ludmilla leaves trays of food on the table outside the doors of the master suite and I direct everything to Yuri's oversight. The chance to finally see this woman, relaxed and happy and enthusiastically involved with me and the things we do to each other is too rare to miss.
I repeated Ivan’s story of meeting Dante Toscano at the club. “Ivan was very proud of you and how well you handled it.”
“Ugh, that skeevy little cockalorum,” Ella shuddered.
“Cocka… what?” I started laughing at her expression.
“You know, cockalorum,” she repeated, “a boastful, self-important person, a strutting little fellow.”
I pulled her on top of me, putting my arm behind my head. “Is this another one of your more creative insults? I’ve heard scoundrel used by you quite often, scalawag, you called that attorney a pettifogger…”
“Oh, well, the British have the best insults,” Ella laughed at my expression. “Why use jerk, or scumbag when you can call someone a lickspittle, or a pillock, or a snollygoster?”
“Really…” I was intrigued now. “And what do you call me behind my back,?????????”
“Hmm… You are definitely a scoundrel, a rapscallion, sometimes even a reprobate. I mean,” she shrugs, “Iusedto call you those things. But notnow.”
