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  It wasn’t, but Žarko’s smile still wasn’t encouraging. They ate side by side, the action feeling comfortable between them. She enjoyed the idea of watching a romantic comedy about a grocery store clerk and the man who was robbing the store. It kept things from being too female focused. Žarko enjoyed drinking his bottle of pivo while he commented on the movie.

  As soon as she finished eating, she leaned against the arm of the couch, setting her bare feet close to his thighs. He lifted them, scooting himself beneath her, so that his hands could settle on her bare thigh. She let him, liking the feeling of him touching her. “Why do you always touch me there?”

  He slid his hand down so that it could cup the bottom of the butt. “Because you like it and you want me to touch you.” He slid his hand in the opposite direction, wrapping around her inside thigh and, yeah, she knew that he was going to have to marry her.

  “You don’t necessarily give me a choice. You just kind of do it.” She didn’t resist him when he tugged her even closer to him until she practically leaned completely against him.

  “You could resist me, but you don’t. That is your permission.”

  “Is that what you think?” she said quietly. She had no idea what was going on with the movie. She needed him to kiss her, needing him to remind her of the chemistry that they had together.

  “I see,” he said, watching her, before leaning in to honor the request that he must have known she’d been asking of him. He kissed exactly as she expected, with a sneer and a tease. He was pure arrogance in the way he coaxed her lips to part, just so he could commence with the nibbling on her tongue. It sent pleasurable zings down her spine. She couldn’t help but to lean in deeper to him, coming to straddle his lap. Surprisingly, his hands remained respectable, wrapping around her waist in a tight hug. She wanted more of him, to feel him touching every spot on her, to experience actual pleasure, something she’d never experienced. She needed to have him inside her, now.

  “Relax,” he said of her grinding hips. “We are supposed to be respectable couple.”

  “I don’t need respectable. We can be respectable after.”

  “If only I could trust your words,” he whispered against her lips. “I would take you right now, so hard that you would feel me there for days after.” He moved her off him, his breathing as hard as her own. His problem was clearly outlined through his jeans, forcing him to unbuckle himself for comfort. “I would go get license today just to have you beneath me, but I know that you are needing time to talk of plans and grow comfortable with me.”

  “What if I want us to go get the license today?” She was so prepped for him that she could barely think straight. She ran her hands through her curls, knowing that she needed to calm herself down. “We can get the license today and talk about our terms after.” Before she lost her mind in desire for him.

  He ran hand through his own hair before taking a look at his watch. “You are serious?”

  She nodded. “We already know that we are going to do this.” And she really wanted to have that piece of paper to keep her focused, because her flesh was feeling much too weak.

  He finally nodded. “Okay. We will get dressed and go get license.”

  She practically melted with relief that he would have to put clothing on so that they could leave the house. She herself, ran to throw on a jacket and some pants. She rode with him in his vehicle to the Dailey Center downtown, so that they could apply for and then wait to receive their marriage license. The clerk told them that they had to wait at least twenty four hours, but honestly, Josie felt as if she would die if she had to wait that long.

  “If we have to wait, then I’m going to have to stay at my own apartment this weekend.” She couldn’t bear being close to him all night without paperwork that was signed.

  “If you cannot stop yourself from attacking me,” he told her. She refused to fall into that trap. She would attack him if given half a chance and they both knew it. “I think you should stay and talk with me because it will be lonely without children.”

  “I can’t let myself be that close to you.”

  “You are wanting that much sex?”

  She finally turned to look at him. “We both know we want sex. I feel like I’m losing my mind and you aren’t fooling me with that faux casual stance thing you’re doing. If I really pushed, we both know you would be all over me.”

  “And I will still be all over you during night. We just do not have to have sex.” He left her standing there as their name was called to retrieve their newly minted license. She had no idea why it took him so long to talk to the woman, but she was definitely feeling the need to start second guessing.

  Did she really want to do this? Marry a man that she didn’t know much about other than the fact that she deeply desired him. That wasn’t really enough of a foundation. But, she knew that she had already committed to becoming his wife. God, am I really doing the right thing? She really had no idea and that terrified her.

  She’d almost worked herself into running when Žarko approached her, a slight smile on his face. “It is possible to be married now. There is judge with an opening.”

  She knew her face must have shown her surprise. “I thought we had to wait?”

  He wrapped an arm around her waist as he guided her forward. “You would rather question blessing? This way we can have sex and you will not feel guilty.”

  That’s what worried her.

  She finished putting away the food and throwing out the trash. She’d then grabbed him another beer and tried hard to work out in her mind it was a bad idea to screw Žarko’s brains out, even though she knew it would feel so good. They were technically married now and he’d even bought her a ring for her finger. It shouldn’t have been a problem, but…she sighed, as she brought the drink to her kind of husband.

  “You’re overthinking,” he told her. “You are not ready to make love with me.”

  “Maybe I am ready.” Maybe she could be ready.

  He took his beer and forced her to sit next to him. “Let me say in way you will understand. No means no. We will talk about expectations of marriage and you will wait until you no longer feel like silly woman.”

  “I will you would stop calling me silly.”

  He shrugged. “You are being silly. We are married and now both children will have father on their birth certificate. My lawyer already has the paperwork ready.”

  She curled herself into his body. “I guess you’re just completely prepared. You seriously put together paperwork to try and adopt my children?”

  Again, he shrugged. “It should not be surprise. I told you what I would do for you and children.”

  Yeah, he did. She leaned her head against his shoulder, allowing herself a chance to just relax. Sure, she felt like her body was ready to burn, but she happened to agree with him about waiting. She wanted for them to have everything together, so that she could have the family that she’d always wanted. “Let’s talk terms of agreement,” she said.

  He shook his head. “Ne. I think it is time to finish movie and celebrate being married. We will talk about things later.” Part of her appreciated the reprieve.

  ~*~

  Her panties slid down her thighs, thick callous laced fingers guiding them free from her body. Josie shifted, allowing her t-shirt to rise above her hips. Those same fingers continued to undress her, bringing the shirt up and over her head, before a hot mouth covered one heaving breast. Her back arched, fingers burying themselves into thick straight hair. That mouth covered her free nipple, sucking so hard it felt like fire ran through her clit.

  She felt the flood of liquid cover her thighs. Her legs fell wide to allow the body covering her to slide between them, his cock burning like a brand against her sensitive privates. That mouth of his made its way toward her neck and she found herself naturally tilting to allow it. Her breasts weren’t left for long as fingers began tugging and twisting hard at her nipples, the pain enough to bring her to orgasm.

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nbsp; She ground her soaking sex against him, looking for the right angle to get that large cock inside her, to fill every bit of space she had. As soon as she found it, her hands grabbed hold of his ass, allowing her to work her cunt onto him. The burn of it as her muscles were forced apart made her feel alive and she wanted more of it, wouldn’t be content until she had all of it. Her thighs shook with the pleasure of it.

  “You are wild,” she heard him say in her ear. “Show me how deep you can take me.” She planted her feet on the bed to get the right leverage and as their groins met, her whole body shook at press hard against her cervix.

  “Yes,” she cried out at the gloriousness of the second orgasm.

  “Nice and juicy now,” he groaned. He began pulling out, slow and steady before giving her a firm thrust back inside. His upper body removed itself from her, hands planted at the side of her shoulders. The movement allowed him to tuck his knees slightly under her hips and grind her deep and stroke long. “Do not come, yet,” he told her, even as he did everything possible to ensure that she did.

  Her nails dug into his wrists as she braced her body for his thrusts. She wondered, as much as her mind could, if this is what being shot through with lightning felt like. It hurt, but it felt amazing. She felt the pressure, needing to come.

  The sounds of her pussy being forced open would have horrified her if she weren’t so aroused and desperate for more. Then his hips stopped moving, groin pressed hard against her. “I said do not come.” Then he needed to stop grinding against her burning clit till it hurt not to come.

  She whined. “Please, I can’t stop it.” Then, there was his thumb brushing against her left nipple. The motion was gentle, but with her pussy stuffed, the stimulation was just enough. Her internal muscles massaged him, adding to her great pleasure. She was glad at the simple kiss he gave her with that sneering smile of his.

  “You are such a bad girl to come.” He didn’t give her time to respond as he eagerly began to thrust again inside of her. “I am going to come now inside of you.” She could not believe how much her body responded. She wanted it, to feel him come and take his pleasure inside of her, to use her body for his own enjoyment.

  “Yes. Come.” She shut her eyes tight and braced for what she knew was about to come.

  Chapter 9

  Josie’s eyes shot open. Sweat covered her body, and she felt extremely sticky between the legs. It had all been a dream. The best sex of her life and it had all been in her mind.

  She sat all the way up, touching her body just to make sure. “That must have been some dream you had,” Žarko said behind her. “You couldn’t stop moving.”

  She fell back onto the bed, breathing heavy. Everything hurt and she was nearly ready to cry. How could it have been a dream? Žarko suddenly rolled to his side, thrusting her legs open and cupping her with his large palm.

  “Oh, you are having very good dream.” He slid his fingers beneath the edge of her panties. Her hand fell over top of his, not knowing if she wanted to stop him or to help him find the right spot. “You have made a mess.” Yes, she had. He pulled his hand away. “Too bad we cannot play.”

  She groaned. “I know, but it hurts.”

  He gave her a brief kiss before rolling out of bed. “Maybe I will rest in the living room. It is close to time to wake up anyway.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, sitting up as she watched him put on a pair of pants. “I guess everything from the day must have gotten the best of me.”

  He leaned over her, kissing her. He had to know that he was making her need worse. She was practically tugging him back into the bed with her. “You dreaming of me makes me happy, not upset, because I now know how much you need me.” He then gave her a wink. “It is not long before I really have you.”

  When he left, she lay back in the bed, staring at the ceiling. That dream, it really played with her mind. Sex had never been that way for her. Gary had never been rough or forceful. She had never been told to hold off her pleasure. There had never in her life been the very hint that life in the bedroom could be like that, but she couldn’t imagine Žarko giving her the kind of sex she’d been used. After the pleasure she’d felt in the dream, she was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be able to live without the slight pain.

  “This man will be the death of me,” she whispered into the empty room. So, since she couldn’t sleep, she decided that it would be best to get up and take a shower. Maybe they could actually watch the movie this time. Or maybe, they could actually do the talking that they somehow kept forgetting to do.

  She found him coming out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. Great. That was just what she needed. The sweet bliss of coffee. She reached for her cup, not even concerned that she wasn’t wearing a bra, or even pants under one of his t-shirts. Considering the whole bed thing, she figured that she could actually trust him not to take advantage of her. “I figure it might actually be good to actually talk before we have to pick up the kids.”

  “Fine, but first,” he said before setting his coffee cup on the table and then taking her own to do the same. She watched him, wondering what he was doing and what he planned to do with that serious look on his face.

  He didn’t leave her speculating for very long. His large hands reached out toward her breasts. She took a deep breath as she felt her nipples respond. “I just took a shower, Žarko. I thought you said we couldn’t play.” It was amazing just how fast she got wet.

  His thumbs began circling her tips. “You like to rub these against me at night,” he said as he watched her body react to him. “How easy will you come when I do this?”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip. He had no idea just how close she was already. “Pinch them, and I’ll melt like chocolate.” She did exactly as she said as soon as he did. He watched her the whole time, even following her to the ground.

  She was really glad for the orgasm, because it was everything her body needed. Žarko, for his part, couldn’t stop touching her, keeping her from coming down from her high. “Your panties are soaked.”

  Of course, and getting more so since he wouldn’t stop touching her. She wrapped one leg over his hip, grinding hard against the bulge hidden in his jeans. She kissed him hard, wanting him to stop or she wouldn’t let him this time. She’d do exactly like in her dreams, taking from him what she desired. “I could slide right inside of you right now, I bet,” he said against her lips.

  “You definitely could be inside me right now. So it’s time to either do it now, or stop playing with my tits.”

  He chuckled “Take your hand out of my pants, first.”

  “Stop moving your hips against me.” His hands finally left her chest and slid down to hold her hips still against the floor. She finally pulled her hands out of his pants. “I think we obviously are going to be doing this a lot, so I think it’s really time to talk.”

  He nodded against her neck before sitting back fully. He didn’t bother to hide the discomfort his swollen cock gave him. It didn’t surprise her when he climbed to his feet and began removing his jeans. “You may begin stating your terms.”

  She pulled her own uncomfortable panties off. “Don’t treat me like I’m not your equal. I want to be your wife and have a say in the decision making.”

  He joined her again on the floor, laying back so he didn’t squish his cock. “Done. I want for all children to be same. You will treat my girls as yours and I will treat yours as mine. I want you should come to me when you have problems, not keep it from me.”

  Somehow, she didn’t want to stay distant from him and so took the risk of straddling him. Her thighs shook the moment her wet sex touched his, but she wouldn’t give up the feeling for anything. “Is that what your first wife did, keep secrets from you?” she asked.

  He tugged her t-shirt higher, so his hands could hold firm to her waist. “She kept many things from me. You will not do the same.”

  “I will ask you to do the same. No secrets and no cheating. If you find you want to be
with someone else, divorce me.”

  “If you ever find another man, I will slaughter him and lock you away in Serbia.” She had a strong idea that he wasn’t joking and planned to keep that in mind as a red flag moment. It was good thing that she wasn’t the sort of woman to test a man on his violent tendencies.

  “You will never put your hands on me,” she made sure to say. “Never in a violent way.”

  He only nodded. “Sex. What pleases you?”

  She removed her own shirt, revealing firm large breasts. “You know I love nipple play. I have only been with one man, so as far as experience of what pleases me?” She shrugged. “I don’t know.” She collapsed on top of him, hiding her face in his neck. She felt embarrassed by what she planned to admit. “I dreamed that you were hard when you took me and you wouldn’t let me come.”

  His fingertips brushed against her thighs. “I bet you disobeyed and came when I told you not to.”

  She shivered as she remembered her dream self-taking pleasure at everything he did. “Yes.”

  “Then that is punishment for dream self.” He tapped her between the legs, the shock of it vibrating through her. Liquid overflowed as well and she didn’t stop herself from grinding her lips along the length of his cock. “That’s good. You have me so hard.” She noticed he didn’t stop her from repositioning herself on him.

  This wasn’t a temptation she could fight. She lowered herself on him, her body so slick she practically glided over him. He tweaked her sensitive nipple, forcing her body to take him deeper. “You’re such a bad girl, bouncing on my cock.” He bent his knees to give her something to prop against. Bounce on him she did.

  “You keep playing with my tits.” He had firm hold of her nipples between this thumb and forefinger, applying pressure. She was sure she probably leaked some milk, but the pleasure couldn’t be denied. “I’m coming already.”

  He finally left her breasts to grasp her hips and begin helping her body move. “You are too sensitive. I feel your muscles fighting me.”