EroticReverie

Two Weeks Later

Audrey

Since getting back from Russia, and getting blessed by the only man higher in the Bratva than Maksim, we'd started to plan the wedding. While Maksim insisted at every turn, that whatever I wanted is what he wants, it didn't mean he didn't take part in being available for most sit downs with either the planner, the baker for the wedding cake, the decorators, and caterers. 

Maksim wanted to get married quickly. I had to say, the urgency with which he wanted us to tie the knot, left me with zero doubts that Maksim wanted nothing more than to be my husband. Sometimes I stared at him, in wonder, as to how I got here. How it hadn't been more than a few months, and I was marrying a man who'd basically kidnapped me. And..killed my ex boyfriend. It was scary how easily I accepted the fact that Maksim did unfavorable things. Very, unfavorable things. Call them red flags, sure. And I ignored every single one. I'd not only fallen for him, but fallen into love with him, and was sure that I would never, ever escape the love I had for him. 

When the planner had asked us how many guests we wanted, I wasn't sure. I'd had nobody in my life, my parents werent around, no brothers and sisters. No real friends since I'd spent a lot of time working, or spending time with my now dead ex boyfriend, who made me spend every second with him. I had a few work friends I suppose, at the job I no longer had, that I'd disappeared from and never even called. 

"Who will be at our wedding?" I ask as I stand at the kitchen counter, picking out a slice of cucumber from a glass container of cut up vegetables for the salad he was making us for dinner. 

"Whoever you want." he says. 

"Okay, but..who do you want there?" I ask, as I watch him chop the lettuce. 

"You." he says. 

I sigh. 

He stops cutting and looks over to me. 

"I suppose...Oksana...Jelena.." he says. Naming off the house keepers, his chef, adding in his assistants, and the guards that work for him twenty four seven. 

"Will they be there as guests or working?" I ask of the guards.

He smiles. "Both I suppose." 

I watch him as he returns to cutting the lettuce and I watch the way the muscles in his forearms move with each movement he makes, and my toes curl in my ballerina style flats as I lick my lips. 

I bite the corner of my lip and move behind him and put my hands on his waist as I press my cheek to his back and I feel him pause. Letting my hands slide forward slowly.

"What are you doing Lavender?" he asks and I hear him set down the knife.

"nothing Maksim" I say sweetly as I my hands push over the tops of his thighs, and one reaches further and pushes over his zipper and my hands curls slightly, cupping him and he groans. 

"We need to eat Audrey" he says. 

"It's Lavender" I say quietly as I squeeze my hand around his cock , gripping him. 

He inhales and then exhales slowly as I move my hand. 

"I'll be quick." I promise him as I feel him grow harder and harder by the second.

He curses in Russian and then turns to me, as I gently guide him to do so. 

I look up at him. 

"I cant help it if watching you be domestic makes me wet." I say as I work his belt, then his button on his pants and I unzip him with a little smirk as his jaw clenches. 

"Audrey" he groans as I lick my lip and lower myself to my knees as I pull his pants and briefs down. 

"Lavender." I remind him. 

A small smile moves his mouth, he reaches down and gently grabs my chin between the side of his forefinger his thumb. 

"Lavender" he says, his voice so low that the rumbling behind it makes my pussy clench and I take his cock into my hand as I look up at him. 

I watch him inhale again slowly as I stroke him and then open my mouth and run my tongue up along the underside of his shaft. 

I watch his jaw tick and his nostrils flare as he watches me tease his cock. My mouth kissing it, my tongue licking it, and flicking at the head, rolling around it and my hand taking slow strokes in between. 

He groans when I wrap my mouth around his balls first, stroking him as I work them with my mouth and tongue , sucking and gently pulling with my mouth. 

The growl that comes from his throat makes me moan and pop my mouth from his balls and then lick up his cock, moving my hand as I wrap my mouth around him. 

"Yes" he growls. 

I moan in reply as I suck him slowly, taking a bit more each time my head bobs down and my eyes stay on him and he gently holds my head, pushing my hair back and looking down at me, praising me while I savor the taste of his precum, savor the feel of him getting further and further into my mouth, and into my throat. 

"you're so fucking beautiful" he says and then groans. His hand stroking my hair as my head bobs and my mouth sucks and slurps on his cock, my mouth making it wet and messy, my saliva dripping from my mouth and coating his cock. 

I slip my mouth from him and lick my lips. 

"I'm going to marry this cock" I say , then putting my mouth right back to work, enjoying the even louder groan that comes from him at my words. 

I loved how much Maksim loved hearing me talk about marrying him while we were having sex. I loved that the idea of having me as his wife, turned him on as much as having him as my husband turned me on. 

"I love you" I say with my mouth full of him and he groans louder, his soft stroking hands now curling in my hair and gripping it. My words are muffled, but he knows what they are and it makes his hips push forward.

"moya zhena" he growls , the words making me moan loudly around his cock. He'd been saying them already, even though they were yet to be true. "My wife" 

"moya prekrasnaya zhena" he groans and thrusts , fucking my mouth as I moan, my eyes watering as I take hold of his thighs and let him take over. "My beautiful wife" he'd said making me want to submit entirely.

"i love you" I say again, this time it's even more muffled as he has all the control, and he groans as his cock pushes further, making me choke and I gag, making him let up slightly as I drool on his cock, my saliva dripping down the front of my dress. 

"ya lyublyu tebya bol'she, ty prekrasnoye chertovo sokrovishche" he says as he looks right in my eyes and fucks my mouth deeper again. I gag this time, but he doesnt let up. 

"I love you more, you beautiful fucking treasure" he grunts out the translation and I reach between my legs and he grins as I reach up my dress and rub my pussy, slipping my panties to the side to get to my bare clit and pinching it between my fingers hard and then rubbing it as he uses my mouth. 

"Kto skazal, chto tebe razresheno prikasat'sya k etomu?" he asks. 

"Who said you were allowed to touch that?" he translates and I moan, still rubbing my clit. 

"vstavat" he says and reaches down under my arm, pulling me up. "Get up." he translates. 

"povernis" he says grabbing my waist and turning me quickly. "Turn around." 

I place my hands on the counter as Maksim pushes against my ass, his cock pushing against me through my dress as he leans down and bites my shoulder with a growl and I bite my lip with a whimper, pushing my ass back against him. 

"Maksim" I moan. "Please" 

I watch his hand reach over, and pick up a leftover cut up cucumber and I my toes curl and my nipples tighten as he brings it in front of my face. 

"Suck it like you suck me." he says pushing his cock into me harder. 

If any other man shoved a fucking phallic shaped piece of produce in front of my face and told me to suck it the way I sucked his cock. I'd probably laugh, or feel stupid. While I did feel a bit shameful, and a bit dirty, it only turned me the fuck on even more and I opened my mouth, because I was pretty sure I'd never, ever tell Maksim no. 

He groans in my ear , his mouth , his breath sending warm air into my ear and down my neck making my spine shiver as I whimper and suck on the end of the cucumber as he slowly and gently fucks my mouth with it at the same time. 

His hard cock presses to my ass harder and he groans in my ear. 

"You look so pretty with your mouth stretched around it" he whispers and my cunt drips in my fucking panties as his voice runs through me. 

"You like sucking my cock Lavender?" he asks and I moan and nod.

"suck it faster love, show me how much you love it" he says and I do, I go faster and he groans, pulling up my dress, still holding the cucumber in front of me as I feel him pull my panties to the side. 

"khoroshaya devochka" he says and I whimper. Another phrase I knew by now. Good girl. It made the simple praise a million times hotter when he said it in Russian. 

I feel him line himself up and his cock slowly enters me, making me clench hard around him and he groans into my ear again. 

"Take me inside your pretty pussy Audrey..take me in , while I fuck your sexy mouth" he groans as I moan around the cucumber and he fills me, his cock pushing upward, his hips connecting to me as he whispers to me. 

"khoroshaya devochka" good girl. 

"khoroshaya devochka" good girl. 

He repeats these words as I keep sucking, keep moaning, and he keeps moving his perfect cock in and out of my wet pussy. I can feel my arousal soaking my thighs, dripping down them as he keeps praising me. 

"khoroshaya devochka Lavender" he growls. 

"such a good girl" he says in English this time and I whimper. 

He pulls the cucumber from my mouth and sets it down and then grabs my face and turns it, and I look at him as he grins and leans down and his tongue skims my lips and then pushes through them and I moan into the kiss as his hips keep thrusting into me.

"I'm going to fuck you as hard as I want." he groans against my mouth. 

"And you're going to take it...like a good girl" he growls and I nod as I pant desperately. 

I knew if he actually hurt me. He would stop. But I also knew I wanted him to hurt me. I loved when he lost control of himself. There'd only been a few times so far where he'd fucked me so hard it was unbearable, that it felt like he'd literally fuck me in half. He'd stopped each time, apologizing, kissing me profusely with genuine remorse for losing himself in the moment. 

"I want it" I whimper. "fuck me like you want to" I beg. 

"please, use my pussy Maksim" I whine and he groans and I let out my first scream as his cock slams into me, while pulling me back. 

"Shit" I cry loudly as I brace myself on the counters edge and he grunts from behind me as my body is jostled  and jerked by each vicious thrust. 

"FUCK!" I scream and my head is snatched back by his fist, full of my hair and I feel his arm curl around my torso , pulling me away from the counter, holding me somewhat upright as he fucks me from behind viciously. My ass slapping against him , my cunt dripping and aching as I push up on my toes and he growls and then is pulling out, spinning me and lifting me up, my legs flying around him, my hands on his face as I kiss him while he impatiently grabs my hips and guides his cock back into me. 

My mouth breaks from him on a scream as he thrusts hard into me. He growls, and his arms , one at time reaching under my legs, so they hang over his arms and he cradles me in his hands, gripping my waist as I hold onto his neck and look at him, my mouth parted and tiny squeaks and cries coming from my mouth as he sweats while looking at me. 

"give ..it...to..me" I manage to get out and he groans and then he turns, carrying me to the dining room, and laying me on the table as I lay back and he spreads my legs, pushing my dress up, his one hand grabbing my panties and ripping them right off, the fabric snagging and burning my skin as it's ripped from my body. 

"fuck" he groans , looking down and then growls as he looks down at my pussy while he fucks it. 

"pretty fucking girl..with her pretty fucking pussy." he groans and his thumb traces the heart shaped patch of purple hair. 

"God , i love fucking this pussy" he groans and I moan, arching my back and he grabs my waist and thrust into me, making my back bow ever harder and I yelp in pain, biting my lip to take away a bit of the pain as he pierces me again. 

"you've got the best fucking pussy Lavender" he growls. 

"Fuck, i love it , i love it so fucking much" he grunts and slams into me, making me scream loudly and then does it again, and I lose my breath, my scream is silent as my mouth hangs open and I'm held down at my waist, his hands gripping it hard as he holds me in place to fuck me just as deep each time, pulling my forward when I move to far up on the table and I scream his name.

"that's right...let them know who is fucking you" he groans. 

His thrusts are beyond faster, beyond hard and I dig my nails into his forearms as he keeps ahold of me. 

"Maksim!" I cry and he instantly stops and with a groan, he leans over me , his hands coming off my waist and he kisses me, sliding his hands under my head. 

I whimper against his lips and he keeps kissing me as he goes slowly. 

"mne zhal'...i'm sorry" he says in both languages. 

"i love you" says after another kiss. 

"I love you" he repeats and kisses me again, and again. 

"i know" I say with a small smile and wince at the same time as he pushes deep into me again. 

"i love you too" I say almost breathlessly and he kisses me again.

"want me to stop?" he asks. 

I shake my head. 

"I just need a second" I say and he smiles softly and nods. 

"this okay?" he asks as he stands up and is thrusting into me shallowly and slowly. 

I nod. 

"yeah" I answer as I look up at him and he smiles, licks his lips and looks down at us.

"you really do have the prettiest pussy" he says and his hands rests over my pubic hair and then his thumb swings down and pushes over my clit and I moan. 

I watch him as he watches himself touch me and fuck me. 

I writhe on the table, the ache still there inside of me, but also the pleasure of his now gentler thrusts, and the movement of his thumb has me getting closer to cumming. 

"You going to cum with me Lavender?" he asks and I moan with a nod. 

"Come on, show me how you cum for me...show me how my wifes pussy cums for me"