Page 53 of Trapping His Angel

“Me?”

He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

There was something a bit menacing about him. I wanted to squirm out of his arms, but fighting a predator was never a good idea.

“What did you want me for?” I lookedaround him, seeking help. He wasn’t doing anything inherently bad, but he felt wild against me.

Out of control.

He dragged me into a dark corner, and pressed me against the wall. I gasped when I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

“You smell like the sweetest snack,” he murmured. “I’m going to eat you alive, wife.”

He knelt for me, and I glanced down at him with my mouth gaped open in surprise. I thought for sure he was going to choke me with his hand, while thrusting his dick deep inside me, because we were out in the open.

Instead, his head disappeared underneath my dress.

I had gotten into the habit of wearing them without underwear for him. I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it until now.

“Benedikt,” I gasped when I felt his hot tongue slide inside of me.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you,” he whispered. His hand slid up my chest to my mouth, and he covered my cries with his large hand.

My moans were smothered as I cried out. He made me feel so fucking good. I couldn’t see past it. Dick drunk or something. I’d never felt this way for a man, and he wasn’t just any man.

He was my husband.

I almost dislodged his hand when he found my g-spot, then Benedikt stood and undid his zipper.

“Shhh, mymalen'kiy angel.My pretty little wife,” he whispered in my ear, as he slid home. “I’m going to breed this pussy, and take good fucking care of it. Just keep quiet.”

How could I, when his large cock was bumping against my cervix? I cried out behind his hand, as he thrust deeper inside of me. I hadn’t thought he could go any further, but he proved me wrong.

“Oh my fucking god,” I mumbled against his hand.

“God’s not here right now. But I am. You can cry out my name, I’ll make sure no one hears your screams, mymalen'kiy angel.”

I throbbed on him, heat rushing through my core as he called me that nickname. From the start, his deep raspy voice, praising me in Russian, turned me the fuck on. I might not know what he was saying, but my vagina didn’t give two shits.

“Fuck me,” I cried out.

“Oh, I will,” he growled in my ear, giving it a harsh bite.

My walls pulsated around his cock, and he nipped at my neck. I gasped in pleasure, as my hips started moving faster with his thrusts.

I was gonna come, and I said as much behind his hand.

“Come all over my cock, wife. I’m going to fill you with my seed, and get you nice and big with my child.” His whispered promise was sealed with a deep bite on the side of my neck.

I detonated, crying fresh tears as I lost myself in my orgasm.

“That’s a good little wife,” I heard him murmuring against my ear, when I came to again.

Benedikt pulled out and stuffed himself back in his pants. He lowered my dress and grabbed my hand. We headed to our rooms. He helped me remove my dress and went into the bathroom.

Would he mourn me if I disappeared, or just move on?

I was a little cock drunk and stood in place. My body was trembling from everything he’d done to me. A little while passed, and Benedikt came back into the room, and ushered me into the bathroom.