*Forty minutes*
A Russo Saga Savage Duet Treat
Kerry:
CONT:
“I’m parking now,” I say faintly.
When I get through the front door, Christian stands right inside. I drop the keys in the bowl on the side table and lock the door. ”Traffic was pretty light and—”
”Shut up.” He grabs my throat, pushes me up against the wall and kicks apart my legs. His free hand roams my chest, squeezes my breasts, pinching nipples already hard from the anticipation.
”Oh my God,” I moan.
”Shut up,” he growls.
My man. My dangerous, beautiful, devoted man. The old thrill runs through me. When he came home with me that first time… our first scary hot meetings, when I felt like he would devour me, take me, hurt me, and despite the fear I was already so wrapped up in whatever we had between us that I didn’t want to back away.
He took my sanity and my heart.
I think I loved Christian Russo from the first moment. I just didn’t know it.
My nipples are beautifully tender and I gasp, stutter out little whimpers on every exhale. Christian unbuttons my pants and pushes his hand inside my panties. His warm rough fingers find my pussy and push inside, spearing me, making me shoot up on my toes with a deep moan that in turn makes him groan and tighten his hold on my neck while he fingerfucks me.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
“I’ll make you whimper prayers, love. I’ll fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
Deeper.
“Do you want that?”
Tighter.
“Huh?”
Thrust.
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, please!”
He lets me go and pulls out, then grabs my nape and pushes me chest first over a counter. A vase crashes to the floor, a puddle of water and a handful of red and pink tulips lie splayed among the shards.
“I’m—“
Christian changes grip and covers my mouth, then he pulls down my pants and bares my ass.
He bears his hand down on my ass cheeks. Once. Twice.
Again.
Again.
I squeal against his palm and wriggle.
“This,” he grunts. “Is for making me fucking horny.”
Slap.
“This—Is for trying to tell me what to do.”
My heart races. My throat chokes up and my ass and my pussy burns hotter and hotter.
“Now get upstairs. Get naked for me.”
“I need to pee.”
“Shush. You’re not allowed. Your own fault.”
I giggle as I stumble ahead up the stairs. Once in the bedroom I spin around and pull my blouse and bra over my head, dropping them to the floor. Pants, panties and socks go the same way. I kick them away a few feet, then I stand naked before my man.
Christian devours me with hungry, charcoal black eyes. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so desired. I take in the large bulge in his pants.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He tsks. “Get on the bed. On your back.”
I scramble to obey. He puts a knee between my legs, spreads my thighs wide apart, caresses my stomach, hips, breasts, throat, then down, further down, slides in between my legs.
“Oh, you’re wet,” he groans.
”I am.” I exhale. ”All for you.”
He pushes his fingers inside me, lubricates them with my juices, then slides a finger inside my tight ass while rhythmically thrusting in my pussy.
His tandem stabs make me spasm and arch, almost weep with want.
”Touch yourself. Show me.” He sits back a little, his thrusts shallower, a little less demanding, leaving the show to me.
I don’t have to be told twice. God, it’s hot, having his full attention, his gaze burning my skin, his slow, steady pace never faltering. I circle my swollen clit, exquisitely tender and achy.
”You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
His words shoot a thrill through me, making my heart jolt.
”You’re mine, Kerry. You’ve always been mine. I searched the world for you, fought for you, almost died for you, and you are mine. All mine. Always. I’m going to take, and you will give. I’ll take your every hole. I’ll taste, I’ll fuck, I’ll make you beg for mercy while I hammer your desperate pussy. And then, when I’m done, when I’ve covered you in my come, just when you think you’ll get a respite… I’ll fuck you again.”
I rub, my moves increasingly faster and lighter. Ripples of aching carbonated lust rush from every limb to gather in my core. I tense, and tense, and tense even more.
”I’m so close!” I gasp and arch.
Christian speeds up, stretching both my holes with his fingers. ”Of course you are, baby. Come for me. I want to watch you lose control. My wife, my love, my dirty slut.”
I scream as the first convulsion rocks me. I come hard on Christian’s pounding fingers, sweaty, shaking, gasping, tears spilling over my cheeks. “God!”
There’s a rattle from a zipper, then he pins me down and replaces his fingers with something much thicker and longer.
I’m still in the final throes of my first orgasm when my man makes good of his promise to take me hard. I squeal when he slams inside me, clamp my pussy around his cock and my legs around his hips, gasping when his thrusts set off a new orgasm.
“You’re mine now,” he grunts and grabs my throat. He holds me down, tightening his hold until it’s right on the verge of where I don’t know if he’s in control anymore.
“I’m yours,” I pant. “Only yours.”
He pulls out abruptly, flips me over on my belly and grabs my hips. Fingers first in my pussy, he then pushes them inside my ass, sliding in with ease, stretching me. It’s such a different sensation, a fullness in an undefined way, and deeply exciting.
“I’m taking you here. You better relax good for me.”
My belly tightens with apprehension. Christian is a large man. He loves to take me there. It’s always incredible, but it’s never easy.
He pushes his thick head against my opening and then talks me through it in a way he’s never done before. While stroking my clit, he mumbles words of love, words of encouragement, tells me I’m beautiful, that I’m his forever and that he’s never letting me go.
His groan when he has buried his cock balls deep in my ass sends a jolt of heat through me.
“Touch yourself, baby. I’m gonna take you so fucking rough you’ll beg for mercy. I’ll fill you, babe. I’m so hard for you.”
“I feel it,” I gasp.
Christian pulls me up on all four, grabs my hips, pulls out slowly, almost all the way, then waits while my body adjusts to his invasion. The tension is unbearable and I twitch as I caress myself.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Please.”
“I know you do. My good girl.”
He pushes inside, a little at a time and I push back at him, increasingly eager to feel him. My body sings the same song I’ve heard since I first met this beautiful, deadly man in that club. I was drunk and sad. He meant to kill me. Ours was not a story supposed to end in love.
But it did.
I cry. Again. I rock back against Christian. He slams into me, filling me, being exactly my kind of rough.
Fire leaps to between my legs and I shake as I draw one final shaky breath before I explode.
“I’m coming,” I gasp.
God, do I come. I almost black out. Christian roars out his release, spasms inside me, then collapses on top of me, but as always careful not to crush me beneath his heavy body.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He wipes the tears off my cheeks, kisses my temple, my cheek, my ear, my chin. “You are my world.”
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. “Forty minutes.”
He chuckles. “Do you want me to happen to get home from work earlier more often in the future?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“That’s my good wife.”
I smile and close my eyes.
Taking Christian home from the club that night was insane, and my best decision ever.
“I’m parking now,” I say faintly.
When I get through the front door, Christian stands right inside. I drop the keys in the bowl on the side table and lock the door. ”Traffic was pretty light and—”
”Shut up.” He grabs my throat, pushes me up against the wall and kicks apart my legs. His free hand roams my chest, squeezes my breasts, pinching nipples already hard from the anticipation.
”Oh my God,” I moan.
”Shut up,” he growls.
My man. My dangerous, beautiful, devoted man. The old thrill runs through me. When he came home with me that first time… our first scary hot meetings, when I felt like he would devour me, take me, hurt me, and despite the fear I was already so wrapped up in whatever we had between us that I didn’t want to back away.
He took my sanity and my heart.
I think I loved Christian Russo from the first moment. I just didn’t know it.
My nipples are beautifully tender and I gasp, stutter out little whimpers on every exhale. Christian unbuttons my pants and pushes his hand inside my panties. His warm rough fingers find my pussy and push inside, spearing me, making me shoot up on my toes with a deep moan that in turn makes him groan and tighten his hold on my neck while he fingerfucks me.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
“I’ll make you whimper prayers, love. I’ll fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
Deeper.
“Do you want that?”
Tighter.
“Huh?”
Thrust.
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, please!”
He lets me go and pulls out, then grabs my nape and pushes me chest first over a counter. A vase crashes to the floor, a puddle of water and a handful of red and pink tulips lie splayed among the shards.
“I’m—“
Christian changes grip and covers my mouth, then he pulls down my pants and bares my ass.
He bears his hand down on my ass cheeks. Once. Twice.
Again.
Again.
I squeal against his palm and wriggle.
“This,” he grunts. “Is for making me fucking horny.”
Slap.
“This—Is for trying to tell me what to do.”
My heart races. My throat chokes up and my ass and my pussy burns hotter and hotter.
“Now get upstairs. Get naked for me.”
“I need to pee.”
“Shush. You’re not allowed. Your own fault.”
I giggle as I stumble ahead up the stairs. Once in the bedroom I spin around and pull my blouse and bra over my head, dropping them to the floor. Pants, panties and socks go the same way. I kick them away a few feet, then I stand naked before my man.
Christian devours me with hungry, charcoal black eyes. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so desired. I take in the large bulge in his pants.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He tsks. “Get on the bed. On your back.”
I scramble to obey. He puts a knee between my legs, spreads my thighs wide apart, caresses my stomach, hips, breasts, throat, then down, further down, slides in between my legs.
“Oh, you’re wet,” he groans.
”I am.” I exhale. ”All for you.”
He pushes his fingers inside me, lubricates them with my juices, then slides a finger inside my tight ass while rhythmically thrusting in my pussy.
His tandem stabs make me spasm and arch, almost weep with want.
”Touch yourself. Show me.” He sits back a little, his thrusts shallower, a little less demanding, leaving the show to me.
I don’t have to be told twice. God, it’s hot, having his full attention, his gaze burning my skin, his slow, steady pace never faltering. I circle my swollen clit, exquisitely tender and achy.
”You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
His words shoot a thrill through me, making my heart jolt.
”You’re mine, Kerry. You’ve always been mine. I searched the world for you, fought for you, almost died for you, and you are mine. All mine. Always. I’m going to take, and you will give. I’ll take your every hole. I’ll taste, I’ll fuck, I’ll make you beg for mercy while I hammer your desperate pussy. And then, when I’m done, when I’ve covered you in my come, just when you think you’ll get a respite… I’ll fuck you again.”
I rub, my moves increasingly faster and lighter. Ripples of aching carbonated lust rush from every limb to gather in my core. I tense, and tense, and tense even more.
”I’m so close!” I gasp and arch.
Christian speeds up, stretching both my holes with his fingers. ”Of course you are, baby. Come for me. I want to watch you lose control. My wife, my love, my dirty slut.”
I scream as the first convulsion rocks me. I come hard on Christian’s pounding fingers, sweaty, shaking, gasping, tears spilling over my cheeks. “God!”
There’s a rattle from a zipper, then he pins me down and replaces his fingers with something much thicker and longer.
I’m still in the final throes of my first orgasm when my man makes good of his promise to take me hard. I squeal when he slams inside me, clamp my pussy around his cock and my legs around his hips, gasping when his thrusts set off a new orgasm.
“You’re mine now,” he grunts and grabs my throat. He holds me down, tightening his hold until it’s right on the verge of where I don’t know if he’s in control anymore.
“I’m yours,” I pant. “Only yours.”
He pulls out abruptly, flips me over on my belly and grabs my hips. Fingers first in my pussy, he then pushes them inside my ass, sliding in with ease, stretching me. It’s such a different sensation, a fullness in an undefined way, and deeply exciting.
“I’m taking you here. You better relax good for me.”
My belly tightens with apprehension. Christian is a large man. He loves to take me there. It’s always incredible, but it’s never easy.
He pushes his thick head against my opening and then talks me through it in a way he’s never done before. While stroking my clit, he mumbles words of love, words of encouragement, tells me I’m beautiful, that I’m his forever and that he’s never letting me go.
His groan when he has buried his cock balls deep in my ass sends a jolt of heat through me.
“Touch yourself, baby. I’m gonna take you so fucking rough you’ll beg for mercy. I’ll fill you, babe. I’m so hard for you.”
“I feel it,” I gasp.
Christian pulls me up on all four, grabs my hips, pulls out slowly, almost all the way, then waits while my body adjusts to his invasion. The tension is unbearable and I twitch as I caress myself.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Please.”
“I know you do. My good girl.”
He pushes inside, a little at a time and I push back at him, increasingly eager to feel him. My body sings the same song I’ve heard since I first met this beautiful, deadly man in that club. I was drunk and sad. He meant to kill me. Ours was not a story supposed to end in love.
But it did.
I cry. Again. I rock back against Christian. He slams into me, filling me, being exactly my kind of rough.
Fire leaps to between my legs and I shake as I draw one final shaky breath before I explode.
“I’m coming,” I gasp.
God, do I come. I almost black out. Christian roars out his release, spasms inside me, then collapses on top of me, but as always careful not to crush me beneath his heavy body.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He wipes the tears off my cheeks, kisses my temple, my cheek, my ear, my chin. “You are my world.”
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. “Forty minutes.”
He chuckles. “Do you want me to happen to get home from work earlier more often in the future?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“That’s my good wife.”
I smile and close my eyes.
Taking Christian home from the club that night was insane, and my best decision ever.