Page 81 of Bedazzled
Tania…
This man was going to kill me.
Yuri’s hot mouth was against my pussy, his tongue and fingers spreading my wet lips and humming against me, setting off sparks that made me go up on my toes to push against him. His fingers tightened against my hips and he said, “Do not move. You will come twice before I will put my cock in you.”
“Are you sure you’re not intentionally torturing me?” I moaned, the tendons in my legs straining to hold my position. He pointed his tongue and drove it up me, chuckling when I shrieked. One of his thick, calloused fingers circled my opening and stabbed back inside me while another leisurely circled my clit. He put his knees between my feet, pushing my legs open wider as he ran the flat of his tongue over me, swiping between my wet, swelling lips. His head moved deeper between my legs so he could take my clit delicately between his teeth, batting it back and forth with his tongue and then sucking it hard enough to make me let out a scream as I came.
“One more…” he reminded me before sliding two fingers up inside me as his lips continued to suck against my already overworked clit. He scissored them inside me, “So tight. Even after all the times I have been inside you.” Yuri groaned and the sound made me arch my back.
“Please, babe. Your dick is hard enough to qualify as a medical emergency!” I moaned, “Please put it in me.”
He lightly slapped my ass. “You know what to do.” His fingers inside me moved faster, rubbing against all those sensitive, secret spots I could never find on my own. I had a white-knuckled grip on the couch cushion, desperately trying to stay in place because I knew Yuri could be a complete bastard and would really hold me to that threat.
Kissing the base of my spine, my diabolical husband began murmuring filthy things to me in Russian. Anything that sounded dirty in English was positively filthy in his native language and I couldn’t stop the next orgasm from taking me by surprise. He gave me another long lick before standing up.
I could hear his belt whipping through the loops on his pants and his zipper being yanked down. “You are doing so well for me, myKoroleva,don’t move.” He slid his belt around my hips and held the ends like reins. “I have waited all day to debauch you,” he chuckled, his warm breath on my neck making me shiver.
He dragged his thick cock between my thighs, spreading my legs wider. My breath hitched as I felt the broad head against my opening. “Hold on…” he warned before jerking me backward with his belt and yanking me on to his cock.
“Babe… Yuri…” I wheezed, “I can feel you clear to my belly button.” I have never felt so full, full to bursting and I panted, trying to catch my breath. He pulled out slowly, and then tugged me back again with his belt, I could feel the muscles in his abdomen clench as he slammed against me and I already felt that tight spiral,something that ran from my center and moved outwards, up my spine, down my legs and through my fingers and toes and when it started spiraling back in, I knew I would blow apart when it reached my pussy again. My entire focus narrowed down to that moment, moaning shamelessly as I waited for it, wanting it, craving the moment when-
Yuri leaned over my back, making me feel his weight as he pulled harder on his belt around my hips. “I can feel you tightening up, so close to coming. What would it take, coming against my cock, coming so hard you nearly squeeze me out? Because you are right there.”
His hand reached around and slapped my swollen clit and I screamed. Like a banshee. Like a woman with no sense who did not care who heard her becausenothingcould feel this intense. The red heat of pain and the delicious stretch and then my porn star of a husband came too, his biceps bulging as he yanked on the belt ends one more time. I could feel the surging warmth from his finish all through me as my muscles turned to concrete, trapping him inside me as he groaned, still spurting his finish.
Yuri…
I had to brace my elbows against the arm of the couch to keep some of my weight off Tania, my legs felt like water. Licking the sweat from her back, I said, “I fear we must cut this short. My brother and Ella are on their way from the airport.”
I groaned as she stiffened, her cunt gripping me tightly as she tried to stand up. “Why didn’t you tell me!” Tania gasped. “Also, there was nothingshortabout this, mister!”
Regretfully pulling my cock from her, I kissed the back of her neck. “Hang on, lovely. I will clean you up.” Getting a wet washcloth, I wipe gently between her legs, enjoying my wife’s little moan.
“You might have to carry me back to the house,” she admitted, “I’m a little shaky.”
“Really?” I bit her earlobe, “I was intending to ask you to carry me back.”
She cackled delightedly, as I knew she would.
My beautiful bride.
Ella kept the rest of us laughing uncontrollably at dinner with her descriptions of a TikTok influencer who showed up at the hospital with certain… items wedged up his ass.
“Toy cars!” she wheezed, slapping the table, “Six of them! He kept insisting it was a new trend out of Asia and he wanted to be the first one to try it in New York.”
Tania tried to catch her breath, wiping her eyes. “I want to give him ‘A’ for effort but an ‘F’ for his crippling lack of emotional intelligence.”
Maksim shook his head sourly. “My brilliant wife, wasting her skills on that man…”
The talk shifted to Dublin and the aftermath of the O’Connell Mob’s demise.
“How is Patrick doing?” Ella asked, “Does he need more support?”
I exchanged a glance with Maksim. “He is doing well, though he does have quite a bit of rebuilding to do. O’Rourke,” I added sourly, “has kept to his part of the bargain, though there is a matter of a huge amount of money missing from the O’Connell accounts, no doubt siphoned by O’Rourke.”
“Really?” Tania said casually, “Like, around two hundred and twenty million pounds?”
Maksim leaned forward. “And how would you know about such a specific sum?”
