Crave (Beneath The Secrets #3)

90. Lara

CHAPTER 90

LARA

Song- Lollipop, Framing Henley

As soon as the elevator doors close, he’s already pressed against me. I just about manage to hit the button to take us to the penthouse that I’ve borrowed from Mikhail.

It has the best views of Vegas, complete floor to ceiling windows. I have plans to be slammed up against that glass and railed until I pass out.

It is our wedding night, after all.

Between fervent kisses, at some point the elevator dings.

The rush of air escapes from my lungs as Alexei leans down and gently scoops me up, cradling me in his strong embrace.

“I’ve seen them do this in the movies.” He winks, stepping into our suite.

With me still nestled in his arms, he confidently strides towards the dining table, and my excitement grows as I catch sight of the surprise I had prepared for him.

“Wow.” His mouth drops open, looking at the dining table.

I sneak a glance.

The entire eight foot glass dining table in the center of the room is smothered in candy. There’s so damn much of it you can’t even see the table.

Every type, every flavor. It’s there.

“You happy?”

He looks at me and back at the array of sweets.

“Happiest damn day of my life.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head and somehow hugs me tighter.

“You can put me down, you know?” I tease.

He shakes his head in disbelief, then leans forward to snatch one of the sugar-coated gummies.

He puts it between his lips and sucks, then holds it out in front of me.

“Wanna taste?” He licks his lips.

Opening my mouth, he inserts it, resulting in a strawberry explosion on my taste buds.

“Mmm. Nice.”

“You know what else tastes good?“ he asks, brushing the candy back to create a pile and making space for me to be placed down.

“Oh, I have no clue.” I pretend to not know what he’s talking about.

Taking a step forward, he spreads open my legs and positions himself snugly in the center.

“You tease,” he murmurs against my lips, taking my chin between his index finger and thumb.

“My wife’s pussy is so sweet.” He nibbles on my bottom lip making me moan.

When I lean back, I take a handful of treats and hold it up between us.

“Better than these?”

“I’m addicted to you more than anything in the world. Candy included.” He takes them from my palms and tosses them on the table.

His hands glide up my thighs, and he begins to delicately lick from my jawline to the curve of my ear.

“Be a good girl for me and lay back.”

I cast a glance over my shoulder at all the candies scattered around.

“Do it.” He commands, raising a brow. I love his deep voice when he gets into his more dominant side.

Holding back my words, I obey his demands, and he spreads my legs against the table.

My breath catches as he traces his finger along the side of my panties.

“What a perfect wife, crotchless white lace for her husband. Wanted to get eaten out on your wedding day? Hmm?”

“Eaten out? I need more than that. Choke me on your cock. Press me up against that glass and rail me. Pull my hair. Spit in my mouth. I want to forget how to breathe when your hand squeezes my throat. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m your filthy little whore.”

Seeing his jaw drop, I quickly sit up and gently tap his chin to close it.

“And maybe spank me nice and hard for good measure. Mark your wife. Be my caveman and claim ownership over me.”

He looks at me, blinking a few times, while running his thumb across his lip. A smug smile spreads across his face as he swiftly grabs hold of my throat.

“On your knees, pchelka.”

He yanks me away from the table, causing me to collapse in front of him. I gaze up at my incredibly handsome husband.

My gaze fixates on him as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the hoops of his pants, the sound of the leather slapping against his palm echoes in the room.

I press my thighs together. Fuck. I want that on me.

“That made your eyes light up. You want to be spanked?” He pulls back my bottom lip and pushes down his pants and boxers.

“Go on then, baby. Blow my brains out with that sassy mouth of yours.”

His dick stands at attention in front of my face. As I take him in my mouth, I focus on the tip and his piercing with my tongue.

I run my hand along his shaft, and raise my eyes to find him watching me with a hint of amusement in his expression. He has a red lollipop sticking out from his lips.

“Go deeper. How much of my cock can you take?”

Candy clatters against his teeth, and I relax my throat, wanting to impress him. His eyes darken as I get further down to the base. Tears well in my eyes and he casually wipes them away. When he hits the back of my throat, I tense and gag.

But the moan that comes out of his mouth pushes me to keep going. Bobbing up and down on his cock, I trail my nails into his thick thighs.

As soon as he starts to tense under my touch, his fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls me back. His dick pops out of my mouth and I swipe the side of my lips.

“That good you couldn’t stop yourself coming down my throat?” I tease.

Bending down, he gently lifts me up, his strong arms supporting my unsteady legs.

As he gets down on one knee, a soft tap on my ankle catches my attention. Placing it on his thigh, I stabilize myself with a hand on his shoulder while he takes my heel off, repeating the process with the other foot.

He gives a kiss to the inside of my thigh before standing up.

“Drop the dress. Let me see every inch of your beauty, pchelka.”

With trembling fingers from excitement, not knowing what his unpredictable ass is going to do next has me all kinds of riled up.

Following his instructions, I unzip the side and let it drop. This is exactly why I opted for a shorter dress. Easier to take off.

It gathers around my feet, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to him.

His eyes trace my body with intense desire.

“Hold this.” He shoves his lollipop in the air, so I take it and pop it into my mouth.

That earns me a grin.

“Hmmm.” His fingers trace along my ass.

I let out a shriek as he grabs my waist and bends me over his shoulder, then stands.

The next thing I know, I’m on all fours on top of the dining table surrounded by candy, but I’m the main course.

“Back it up, baby. Gimme that ass.”

Shuffling back as best I can, I wait patiently for him.

“I want you to just feel. You good with that, baby?” He traces his finger up my spine and I arch my back.

“I trust you.”

“Good girl. Close your eyes.”

I do as he says and a wave of anticipation rushes through me as he secures what I think is his pink tie over my eyes.

“Head down. Butt up. I’m about to do things to you that will make you scream, just like you wanted.”

He slaps my outer thigh, and I jolt forward in surprise.

I bite down on the inside of my mouth as he runs his finger along my pussy and spreads me open. His hot breath beats against my sensitive skin. The second his tongue connects, I cry out. It feels so good. My heightened senses are solely focused on the sounds of his moans and the sensations of his licks against me.

He knows what I need. I never have to tell him. He was right.

He knows me better than I know myself.