Broken Bride (Belaya Bratva 2)

Her hand slid over my abdomen and I hissed as it brushed against the swollen cock, need soaring through my veins.

But she didn’t stop and when her hand encircled the engorged flesh, I bucked against her. “Fuck.”

Naomi chuckled, her nails lightly scoring the sensitive flesh. “This is perhaps my favorite part of you,” she said, tracing the vein from root to tip. “So powerful yet so sensitive.”

“I could name some places on you like that,” I answered, sweat starting to break out on my forehead. I wasn’t about to cum in her hand, but dammit, she was making it difficult not to.

My wife dropped her hand, pointing to the sofa. “Sit, husband.”

The word filled me with pride. I was her fucking husband in every other way imaginable except on paper. I wouldn’t let anyone touch me the way I let Naomi, or order me around like she did.

When she did, I felt fucking invincible.

So, I sat, the leather cold on my bare ass, my cock jutting proudly between my thighs. Naomi quickly shed her pants and she rose over me, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. I knew if I touched her between her own legs, she would be dripping wet, coating my fingers.

But this was Naomi’s fantasy, not mine.

“Tell me you want me,” she breathed, her eyes filled with heat. “Say it.”

I reached up, and my hands spanned her small waist underneath her shirt.

“I want you,” I said softly. “I will always want you.” It was the truth. No matter what was going to happen between us, Naomi would be etched in my fucking memory. The drive to have her was far more than I had ever felt about Katya.

I didn’t think she even knew how much I wanted her, how much I fucking craved her.

Some unnamed expression crossed her face before she sank onto my cock slowly until I felt my own self shake with want. Her arousal coated the sensitive skin and I hissed as she fully sheathed me inside her warmth, nearly making me cum. “Naomi,” I breathed, my fingers biting into her skin. “You feel fucking amazing.”

She tightened around me, and we both groaned. “Oh God,” she breathed, her hands finding my shoulders and clinging to them. “Gavril.”

I shifted my hips until I was butted up against her walls, right where her g-spot was located. “I want you to cum all over me,” I told her, gritting my teeth. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

Naomi moaned low in her throat and started to rock against me, her fingernails raking over my shoulders with each movement. I didn’t egg her on, watching her instead. She had wanted to own me.

This was my way of showing just how much she did own me.

“Touch me,” she begged, pulling her shirt over her head. “Please, Gavril, touch me.”

I released her breasts from the confines of her bra and cupped them in my hands, torturing her nipples with my fingers. When I leaned forward and captured one with my teeth, she hissed, her fingernails nearly drawing blood. “You like that,” I chuckled against her skin before switching sides and doing it all over again. Her breasts were heavier now, her nipples a rosy hue, and I had never seen anything more fucking beautiful than Naomi pregnant.

Another tug on her sensitive nipple and she fell apart around my cock, flooding me with her sweet release. I let her ride her own orgasm, rocking against me as I sucked on her nipple, holding back myself to make this last. What we were doing was on another fucking level, and the connection, well, it was unlike anything I had felt before in my entire life. “Ride my cock,” I growled, pulling away from her nipple and urging her on. “Give me everything you got.”

Naomi whimpered, but she moved again, her body painfully rubbing against my aching cock. I wasn’t going to last too much longer myself, but with each movement, she was putting me back together.

She was making me into the person I didn’t think I could be.

“Oh yes!” she moaned, her hands clenching my shoulders tightly. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I arched my hips and drove into her, our bodies quivering, shaking. I was barely hanging on by a thread, but the look on her flushed face was enough for me to keep going.

“Take it,” I growled, shoving into her. “Take it!”

She cried my name and I let go, emptying into her with a hoarse shout as she collapsed against me, her body slick with sweat. I gathered my arms around her and held her to my chest, my own heart racing at what had just happened.

Our mouths locked, tongue swirling against each other as my cock continued to twitch inside of her. She squeezed back gently, refusing to let me go as she milked me for every last drop.

What the fuck had happened? Something had broken inside my chest, letting her take the reins and giving instead of taking with my wife.

My fucking wife.

A grin stole across my face as my fingers trailed down her back, listening to her heavy breathing. If she hadn’t already been pregnant, she would have been after that session.

Settling back against the sofa, I held her to me. There were a thousand other things I needed to be doing. I needed to find this asshole that had frightened what was mine.

The Krasnaya brigadiers had asked for a meeting, making me concerned that their fragile alignment with me was on shaky ground already.

But, fuck. All I really wanted to do was hold my wife and live in this fucking bubble we had created, one that blocked out all that shit and had us focusing on what was important at this time.

Us. That was what was important.

Finally, Naomi groaned and pulled back, her body rocking against my semi-hard cock. It seemed once wasn’t going to be enough with her today. “I needed that.”

I pushed her hair out of her face, my chest caving at how much I needed her not to give up on me. “What if I told you I wasn’t done?”

She arched a brow. “I ruined your day, interfered with your work.”

“I don’t give a shit about the work,” I said honestly, cupping her face with my hand. “And you didn’t do any of that. That asshole did.”

If the fucker hadn’t come to the house today, then I wouldn’t have my wife naked and riding my cock. Maybe he had done something right after all.

But it would be the last thing he did. I wasn’t about to let it go, and once I ensured that Naomi was safe and cared for, I would be going after his ass.

Naomi blushed, staring down at our naked bodies. “I guess we should get dressed.”

I pulled her back against me. “Why don’t we head upstairs?” I offered. “And make use of your shower.” I wanted to get back in bed with her, to spend the day lost in her fucking touch, to drag out this fantasy just a little longer.

She sighed, resting her cheek against my chest. “That would be nice.”

Fuck yeah, it would.

“How do we get upstairs?” Naomi asked, hiding her face. “I don’t know if I can move.”

Chuckling, I eased her off my cock, setting her gently on the sofa beside me. “Wrap this around you,” I told her, throwing her a blanket that was draped on the back of the sofa.

Naomi did as I asked and I rose, feeling the muscles scream with exertion from being in the same position for as long as we were. When I reached for her, she squealed and clutched the blanket tighter around her. “Gavril!” she exclaimed, falling against my chest. “What are you doing?”

“I’m solving your problem,” I told her before giving her a hard kiss on the lips.

“B-but you are naked!” she squealed as I walked toward the door. “You are going to shock your staff.”

If my staff knew what was best for them, they would have made themselves scarce a long time ago. Somehow, I got the door open and found the hallway empty, wasting no time striding toward the stairs. Naomi made a sound and burrowed deeper into the blanket, as if she didn’t want to be seen, even though she was the one covered.

Well, mostly covered.

Besides, I didn’t give a shit if they saw my bare ass as I made it up the stairs. I paid them well for their own silence about what went on in my household.

Reaching the second landing, I pushed open the door to her bedroom, moving to sit her on the toilet seat so I could run the water in the shower. She clutched the blanket tighter around herself as the falling water filled the air. “Are you going to join me?” she asked.

I looked back at her, winking. My fucking soul felt like it could take flight right now when I looked at her, and it terrified me. I could fall harder for my own wife than I ever had for Katya. “If you want me to.”