My King ❈ NIKOLAI LANTSOV

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MY EYELIDS FLUTTERED OPEN WHEN HIS MOUTH LEFT MY BREASTS. 

His face was flushed, a smirk resting on his lips.

"So we're taking things passionately?"

I nodded, wrapping my arms round his neck and looking him in the eyes.

"Yes."

He kissed down my neck, making me whisper to him.

"When will you just take me? When will you lay me on the bed, and take off your pants, and thrust into me?"

I moved my head back, looking at him directly, not knowing where the confidence was coming from. "When?"

His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against him as he walked us over to the bed, step by step. "Now."

"I'll lay you on the bed." He let me go, my back meeting the sheets.

I smiled.

"I'll strip down." He took off his pants and boxers.

I was becoming red.

"I'll rest over you." He got on the bed, laying over me and his arms held his weight.

Our faces were inches apart.

"What will you do next?" I whispered.

He smirked, moving his face closer with every word. "I'll strip you of your clothes. I'll thrust into you. I'll make you remember who makes you feel pleasure. I'll make you beg for more. I'll make you scream my name. I'll make you tighten around me. I'll make you orgasm and see stars. I'll make you take every bit of my cum."

My face was surely red. I loved the sound of every thing he'd said. "I'm holding you to that."

He kissed me. His lips pressed against mine roughly, moving passionately and biting my bottom lip. He slowly pulled back.

"Are you sure about this?"

I nodded, "Yes Nikolai. I want this; I want you."

"Are you sure you won't regret this in the morning?" He enquired quietly.

"I promise, whatever happens tonight is because we both wanted it. Besides, we are husband and wife now, no one can tell us what to do or not do."

"Saints!" He cursed, biting his lip. "You have such a way with words, it's driving me crazy." His gaze on me was unmoving. I lifted a hand to his hair, my chest arching up.

"I can say a lot more things."

He didn't waste another second, ripping off my undies. His thick, hard, cock pressing against my folds, making me let out a breath as my hands clutched the sheets tightly. He started sliding into me, and my eyes squeezed shut. His dick made his fingers seem small.

"Its okay, my love. Try to relax for me..." He murmured softly, kissing my forehead.

Breathing deeply, I attempted to relax. Slowly, his rocking movements began to feel more pleasurable than painful.

"Please... Move..."

At my words, his hips buckled, making me arch my back as he thrust in further. My jaw was open, trying to breath. Each thrust sent me tightening my grasp on the sheets, and begging for more.

"Saints, Nikolai!" I screamed, my legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to feel more of him.

His hips met mine, and my walls tightened around him.

"You feel so good my love...." He murmured.

"That's a girl." He mumbled, moaning as my walls tightened around him. "Saints! You feel so good..."

My eyes rolled back and my core was tightened.

"N-nik... I don't th- think..."

He pushed into me, making me scream out, "I know love... Let go for me."

I tightened, restricting his movements, before feeling the knot in my stomach release. My back arching up to his. I had never felt so good. My moans mixed with his as his cum penetrated my hole, filling me to the limit. My body was limp, my chest heaving up and down rapidly. Slowly, I felt him pull out, and I winced slightly. My eyelids fluttered open, and I noticed Nikolai was lying on his side next to me.

"That was..." I started, breathless.

"Incredible?" He smirked, a hand cupping my cheek.

"That and so much more."

He smiled at my words, moving closer as he kissed my lips gently. When sleep eventually came, there was one thing on my mind. And I wasn't understanding it.

With marriage, often came love.