This was what had been missing out of our marriage. I knew there was so much more we could experience together, but right now, all I could imagine was being with him in this way. This wasn’t emotional, but physical.

Please,” I said.

“You want to come?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me.”

“Please, let me come.”

“Say my name.”

“Slavik.”

“Now ask me.”

“Slavik, please, let me come.” I didn’t deny him. I was so close, and as my reward, he pushed me over the peak. I cried out, riding the wave of release as he gave it to me.

So good.

I expected that to be the end, but it wasn’t. Slavik moved me off the desk and spun me around so my back was to him. I heard his zipper, and then I felt the hard press of his cock as he slid between my thighs.

He found my entrance, and I tensed up, crying out as he slammed balls deep within me. He didn’t give me chance to calm down or get accustomed to the length of his cock. He fucked me hard and fast. His hands a tight grip on my hips as he pounded inside me.

I wondered if I should hate this, but the truth was I loved it.

I didn’t want him to stop.

The way he held me. The feel of his rock-hard cock deep inside me.

It all … made me hungry and desperate for more.

“I love how tight your pussy is. How you fucking feel. That’s it, take my cock.”

For several minutes, I stayed perfectly still, allowing him to take the lead, to take what he wanted. I didn’t know what came over me. If this was a duty to him, then I wanted it to be hard for him to think of it that way.

I no longer wanted to be anyone’s duty or burden.

As I pushed back against him, I started to ride his cock as he took me. For a few seconds, he paused, seeming to be a little shocked that I actually pushed back against him. Then, like his need took over, he started to take me deeper, fucking me harder, working my body, and what was more, I gave as good as I got.

I wanted this.

This wasn’t a duty to me. The end result, pregnancy, might be the duty for me, but in getting to that point, I was determined for it to be nonstop pleasure.

Slavik slammed inside me one final time, and he was so long and thick, I felt each pulse of his arousal as it flooded me. Moments passed. Seconds turned into minutes before he reached over and picked up some tissues. He pulled out of me and I felt some of his cum spill down. The tissue helped to capture some of it. He cleaned me up even as my face grew hot from the attention. There was no stopping him. He helped me back into my panties, jeans, bra, crop top, and his shirt.