Vassili
Four Months Ago, Brazil
(After the winning Match with Tiago)
“You sure you want this chocolate?” Zariah’s voice is filled with laughter. All those dark-brown curves of hers are peeking from where they’re tucked into the sheets. The hotel bed is so heavily scented with our sex I almost didn't get out of it this morning.
I arch an eyebrow. Her gorgeous smile pops in and out of view as I continue with the repetition of push-ups I'm currently completing on the floor at the foot of the bed. “You’ll save me a piece?”
“I guess I could.” She places another chocolate truffle to her lips and then says, “How hard will you work for it?”
“Nyet—no, girl, I don’t work hard unless I want to. I’ll just eat you instead,” I tell her.
“Whatever, Vassili,” is her snarky reply.
I can hear her muttered chatter, damn, but that sound is good to my ears. Just recently, while preparing for our daughter, Natasha’s first birthday, all I heard from my wife was arguing and snide remarks. Zariah is a lawyer, what can I expect? But I was on the opposite side of the defense team, and we were butting heads every day of the week. Yet, there’s a smile in her comment about me eating her “if she lets me.”
“Get the fuck outta here, baby, with that if you let me shit.” My voice is playful. I almost crack a smile, I’m so fucking happy. The next strain to my bicep is met with a truffle she's tossed at me. It lands yards away. Instead of picking up the piece of chocolate she sucked at throwing, I continue with isolating my biceps and glance down at it. “Zariah, girl, why do I have the feeling that this is my only piece out of the entire box?”
The next view I have while mid-push-up is her lovely curves, breast bouncing as she falls back into the goose pillows in a burst of laughter. An undertone of cherry permeates her high mahogany cheekbones before I can not longer see her. She's pulled a pillow over her face to stifle her laughter. Damn, she cannot get away with anything.
I rise from the floor, sweat glistening down my skin from the repetitions I've just completed. “Zariah, get up, sweetheart. You enjoy all those chocolates.” I pick up the now empty box of six. There’s a single piece left, the one she threw at me. “There’s only one chocolate that I crave. So, eat it all, baby. Get yourself sweet for me.”
She slides the pillow away, and I’m blown away by what I see. The world’s most gorgeous face, her sparkling eyes sliding up and down my muscles, and my gaze is locked onto her pouty lips. She knows just how to screw with me.
Zariah licks that pout then says, “Um hmmm, I don't need candy to get me sweet for you.”
I cock an eyebrow, running my hand along the tattoos at the side of my neck. “Then you'll give your husband some love? You'll love me now…”
She sits up. The sheets tangle over her frame, covering those heavy breasts, yet with that shape, it can’t hide much. “I'll always love you, Vassili, my heart isn’t set up any other way. But, I will love you after you shower.”
“That so, counselor?” I reach down, grabbing the meat of her ass and hips. The image of her on our first encounter will forever be embedded in my brain. The most beautiful sight. I never imagined she could be more beautiful. After having Natasha, Zariah had added on in the weight department. She is so damn thick, my palm squeezes on the flesh of her ass, and I swear my cock becomes titanium, hard like never before. I paw and then grab at it before quickly placing another hand under her arm and scoop her up.
“Yuck! Vassili, let me go!” Zariah argues as I bring the soft masses of her curvy naked body to my hard, sweaty chest.
“No. You once said I smelled good when I’m all sweaty.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“You can’t. I’m your husband. You said you loved my sweat.”
The mock disgust erupts into a broad smile, white teeth kissing her dark red lips. “That was after sex sweat, not dripping like a dog sweat. Besides, you loved me crazy, boy, so I was probably bragging on you and… and I’m at a loss for words, so stop badgering the witness!” Her bottom lip protrudes.
“You’re my witness.” I nip at her lip with my teeth. My growl causes her to shiver in delight against me, so soft and even after having my daughter, still so innocent.
We have had a hard seven months due to my torn patella. Yesterday was my first time returning to the cage, and it was met with celebration, and taking out a worthy opponent, Tiago. Slaughtering him has solidified my place back in the UFC world and placed me closer to the new title holder. My fucking belt.
I reposition Zariah. Her thick legs wrap around my waist.
“Oh, so you don’t listen?” She squeezes her legs tighter around me.
“Girl, what are you talking about? My sweat smells like cologne.”
“Ughhhh…” she bites her lip, while eyeing my mouth.
“You want a kiss, sweetheart?”
“I guess.” She squeezes again. “I’m dirty by association anyway.”
“Dah, well I was going to take my kiss regardless.” I nibble her bottom lip. The warmth of her pussy stamps her wetness against my waist.
“Oh, you’ll take it?” Her tongue slithers along mine. “How?”
My teeth sink into her lips. “Just like this,” I tell her, holding onto Zariah with one arm while pushing my boxers down.
Then I grab her by the hips and position her soaking kitty at the head of my dick. The instant I slam into her, Zariah gives this haughty little chuckle, and her pussy creams onto my cock. “Oh, yes! Vassili tear it up,” she groans.
“Oh, now you want this beating?” I position her outwards, my ten inches are glossed with her sweets, and Zariah is angled out toward me.
“Fuck me, baby!” Zariah pleads, just as I slam into her. The onslaught of my cock bruising every sweet corner of her insides has her bucking and begging. “Yes! Yes! Vassiliiiiiiiiii!”
Zariah unwinds her legs from around me, leaving them transfixed in a V-shape. This offers me free reign as my biceps bump her up and down. My feet plant into a wide-legged stance, causing me to gather traction on the plush carpet.
Her titties, with their hard chocolate nipples, bounce up and down as I toss her in the air and slam into her over and over. My cock burrows deep inside Zariah, and I hold her there.
She grabs my face, kissing me hard and rough. “Fuck me, Vassili.”
In the past, she worried that I wouldn’t like her pussy after she gave birth. That couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s fatter now, silky soft and rains like the Lena River, the longest river in Russia. Thinking about it drives me to the brink. I slow down, not wanting to nut too fast.
“Fuck you? You want me to beat the fuck out of this pussy?” I arch an eyebrow, this time my biceps push her up and down slowly. One inch at a time, my cock gets a taste, savoring the perfect mold. Damn, she’s gushier inside than I imagined, as I continue to tease her insides. “Thought I was getting you all wet, and sweaty.”
“Shi… shit…” she purrs. “Vassili, if you fuck me harder. I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…”
My cock glides in and out. I lay her on the edge of the bed, position her legs over my shoulder and place the crown of my piece against those thick lips, gliding around in her sugar.
“Ohhh…” she tries to reach up. In her position, she’s useless. Her eyes narrow. “Harder, Vassili … I love you…”
“Oh, you love me.” My cock is swallowed by her pussy for a second and then out, heavy stiffness dragging over her clit and lips.
“Don’t play!”
I slip inside again, pull out and fuck with her clit. “Don’t play? You ate all the chocolate. I can play.”
“I hate you, Va—” Zariah ceases her usual rant as I get to my knees and taste.