Page 77 of Den of Thieves
Vladimir looked down at his shocked wife’s wooden smile and jerky hand movements. He found her reaction rather odd. Karina never seemed interested in inviting anyone into their bedroom before. Her jealous streak surpassed his.
He decided not to ask her thoughts on the matter. It was hard for him to tell her no. He might slip up and kill the man if she begged him for someone one else to play with. Just the thought had his blood boiling.
“Vlad—” Karina started, fanning herself.
“Don’t get any ideas, Solynchnka,” he growled in her ear.
Karina laughed out loud before kissing his cheek. “As if I could handle three more of you,” she said, patting his broad, muscular chest.
“So, you’re saying it would take four men to make one of me?” he stood taller and puffed out his chest.
“Alright, calm down—Vlad!” Karina squealed when he threw her over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you back on that plane. We need to test my theory.”
Karina didn’t say anything else. The nannies, the security, and the plane ride back to Gustaf’s private island off the coast of Panama could wait. He was going to spend the next hour or so pleasing his woman until one of them passed out.
Vladimir tossed Karina on the bed, climbing on top before she could sit up.
“Vlad, can’t you wait until we drop the children off?”
Instead of answering, he pinned her small hands above her head and feasted on her neck.
“If I wait any longer, I might literally die of blue balls,” he growled.
Karina allowed the children to sleep in their bed, even though they had their own suites with immaculate views of the French countryside. Their estate sat high on one of the rolling hills above the established winery he bought Karina in Champagne. He felt like his wife and children were conspiring against him, despite him catering to their every wish.
Not only did he not get any loving from his beautiful wife, but he also woke up daily to a small kneecap or elbow to the gonads. When he sat up in pain, he was constantly met with a tiny foot or fist to his Adam’s apple. His children slept like wild jungle cats.
At least his queen was able to sleep soundly because he planned to wear her tight little ass out.
“Vlad, please,” she whimpered as he sucked on her darkened nipples.
He pulled back enough to the two of them to rip off their clothes. Vladimir was always amazed at how her body was able to carry his children. He kissed the faint, barely there lines on her stomach before trailing lower to taste the essence covering her silken folds.
He tongued her expertly and sucked on her clit for less than thirty seconds. He stopped when pain singed his scalp as Karina roughly pulled his head away from her sweet heat.
“Fuck. Me. Now,” she ordered. Her brown eyes blazed with lust and his dick jumped, ready to sink into her depths.
“As you wish.”
He sat up, spreading her legs wide, and pinned her knees behind her ears. God, he loved yoga. He slid into her with a deep groan and waited until the grimace left her face.
They fucked so hard and so often that it amazed him that Karina still needed time to adjust his size. Her perfect pussy was like a new rubber band that refused to lose elasticity. After she nodded and attempted to roll her hips, Vladimir got to work.
He pulled back and slammed into her at a frenzied pace, relishing in her cries for more.
“Shit. Fuck! Oh, oh, Vlad, yes!” she moaned, tightening around him.
“Already, Solynchnka?”
Vladimir clenched his teeth. He refused to follow her over the edge. But he didn’t slow his pace. He fucked her through this orgasm and the next before he pulled out of her.
He let go of Karina’s legs and climbed on top of her. She wiggled eagerly, grabbing her round breasts, and squeezing them together.
Vladimir smiled. They’d never done this before, but he was glad they were on the same page. He slid his cock, still slick with her juices, between her globes. He let out a deep moan when Karina’s plump lips fasted on his tip and exposed shaft.
“Yes, suck me dry, baby,” he growled, moving faster and faster.