Vassili
I’m dressed in all black. An expensive ass Westmancott suit, like the rest of my Russian family. Igor’s funeral was held today and Malich still hasn’t uttered a single word. Yuri walked around with a cane in his hand and a bone to pick with anybody who crosses his path. Mikhail handled everything.
I stand in the living room of my uncle’s home, tossing Resnov Water back. The burn slams down my throat. I’m ready to hit the road. I need to fuck my wife, if she’s willing, that is. It’s been a week since I returned from Russia, and she’s keeping those thick thighs locked. Don’t get me wrong, my beautiful wife is still her nurturing self, but my leaving scared her, and the threats I made about murdering my father only heightened her fear.
Yuri pats my back. “Everything has been handled.” We’re an in a circle, the six of us, and I feel like one of the brothers.
“You tell dad?” Mikhail asks.
“Dah, he’s in his room.”
The oldest rubs a hand at the back of his neck. “Did he say anything?”
When Yuri shakes his head, a heaviness continues to weigh further on our shoulders.
“All the Bertolucci’s are dead, right down to the fucking kids,” Yuri sneers. “A friend of ours owed dad a favor. I didn’t think he’d do the kids,” he mumbles.
I glance around for Zariah. She’s seated with Albina and Natasha, and has done everything to keep the toddler from crying for her father. Anna’s been popping pills like candy. With Malich’s medical connections, she was a zombie at the funeral.
“We’re family, we are fucking Resnovs,” I tell them, in the words of my grandfather Anatoly Senior. “‘Touch what's mine, and the funeral home becomes rich.’”
Yuri nods. Suddenly he isn’t so sad about the Bertolucci kids that died. We all take a drink.
***
“Something bad happened yesterday?” Zariah asks, as she helps me take off my suit jacket. She’d already stripped down to just her panties and bra, and in my anger about putting my cousin in the ground earlier, I think I’ve been standing at the door to the bedroom for a while now.
I don’t have it in me to lie. “What do you know, Zariah?”
“More than I need to.” Her eyes warm with sadness. “Anna was bragging and crying about it before she took more meds.” She wants to say more. Earlier, Zariah had mentioned learning how to cope. Well, apparently Anna’s big ass mouth told her exactly how we Resnovs deal.
“Are you mad?” I ask.
“No, baby. You didn’t do anything.”
I scoop her up, her hips go around my waist, and I place her on the bed. My wife is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. Creamy, dark brown skin. Her hair waves over her shoulder, and caresses against her hard nipple. I push her tresses back over, pull out her breast and begin to suck.
“No more sad shit, Zariah,” I say, tongue twining around the hard bulb of her breast. “Can I fuck you now, or am I still in trouble?”
She moans. See, and she said sex couldn’t mend broken hearts.
“Soon as I taste you, baby,” I reply. Unbuckling my pants and shoving them down. I work my way down to the sweetest scent I’ve ever breathed in. I push up her silky gown, so eager to get a whiff, I place my nose against her lace thong and growl.
“Vassili, fuck me, daddy,” she groans.
My cock thumps against my thigh, begging like a panting dog for action. I tear the thong from her, and dig right in. My face is so far into her pussy, nose nudging against her clit, chin riding along her asshole, as my tongue digs deep into her candy core. My wife gets to cussing, and her leg starts to jerk.
I get to my knees, grab her ass, pick her up, and slam straight into that soaking wet pussy. All that moaning turns into sweet groaning. My tongue then presses into her mouth.
With us in a seated position, Zariah works her hips, and grinds down on my cock. Damn, her pussy is just as wet as her mouth usually is.
“Yes! Yesssss!” Her long fingernails slash at my biceps. And I grip her ass as she works her hips.
“Damn, girl, you’re having my baby.”
She bites her lip, the perfect little fuck face of hers has me saying it again. “Girl, you’re having my fucking baby.”
“Shit, yeah, I’m gonna have your baby,” she growls.
I flip her onto her back, grip the headpost, and pound into her pussy. “I fucking love you. I knew this pussy was wetter than usual, you got that pregnant pussy.”
“Shit,” she screams, her titties are bouncing. “Vassili, I’m coming.”
“That’s right cum all over daddy’s dick.” I’m beating her pussy like a speed bag. Zariah’s hips angle upward and she grabs hold of my ass, taking every punch to her cunt. The slickness of her walls, has me clenching my toes, and I time my release just right.