Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Quarto

Arabella grinned raising up the fork to my mouth's height "I could ask Mariano to come fuck me while you watch," she chuckled but it wasn't funny to me. "What baby?"

I opened my mouth and chewed on the lettuce "Woman you're mine, no one else is ever going to fuck you."

"You're the one who is daydreaming about me fucking your best friend, cave man," my wife sighed deeply. "Look, I'm horny as fuck too; my hormones are using my body as a fucking trampoline but you are injured."

"My cock is perfectly functional, you could give it a nice, slow ride," a smirk appeared on my lips. "Come on baby girl."

Her eyes darted to my boner which was still standing as strong as the Empire State "Okay but really slow," she left her plate on the night table and pulled up the white gown to my abdomen before gently climbing on top of me. "If you start bleeding I'm going to stitch you up without morphine."

"Already talking dirty," I bit my lower lip as she pulled up her dress to her waist revealing a fucking naked core. "Why the fuck are you naked?"

"Because I was going to touch myself for you, maybe use the vibrator you got me my last birthday," she threw her head back letting out a sweet whimper "fuck, baby..."

You know that perfect moment when the cereal is at its perfect moist and you taste it and it's neither hard nor soggy...this is better than that.

My hands rested on her thighs as she moved her hips back and forth slowly. Did you really think we would last a mont without sex? You need to check yourself into a mental hospital.

"Holy fuck," I groaned pulling down the upper part of her dress to see her delicious tits "slower baby," it doesn't hurt, they still give me some morphine.

Arabella leaned down placing her hands beside my head, our eyes locked "Now you like slow sex?"

"Princess, we haven't fucked in a month; I'm happy with any speed," I said making her smile. "I fucking love you."

"I love you too, daddy," she gently pecked my lips before sliding her tongue into my mouth. My hands crawled up her curves until they were gripping her waist, controlling her movements.

"Guys, I—AHH!" Someone slammed close the door.

A deep sigh left my mouth because this is the moment where sex ends but it didn't, she kept on violently kissing me and increased the pace of her hips by 1237%.

"Princess, don't stop," I spanked her. My breathing got heavier as she sat up but my body ached for her; I wrapped my right hand around her throat and pulled her down growling.

"Make me cum daddy."

Fuck this. I can get the stitches redone.

•Ilya Zharkov•

"What's wrong, Ily?" Viktor sat down beside me in the living room.

"I—" loud screams came from downstairs; my right index pointed down.

"Oh," Viktor laughed "you walked into them, been there done that; they do it everywhere. Cars, public bathrooms, alleyways, IN N OUT, my bed—"