Page 92 of Baby for the Bratva

Vitamin D.

I grab Yuri’s junk suddenly, squeezing it just hard enough to get a reaction. His eyes fly open and he lets out a feral yelp. “Jesus, Stella! You’re going to have to warn me before you go grabbing things.”

“Sorry,” I say with a pout. “I’m just still a little hungry.”

“Oh, after eating all my peanuts?” he asks, a tinge of anger in his voice. It only serves to turn me on more. I know he won’t get rough with me before I’m pregnant and already sore, but the idea of him bending me over and punishing me for bothering him makes me wet.

“I’m hungry for something else,” I say, placing my hand back on his bulge. It’s noticeably bigger this time.

“You… probably don’t want to do that,” he replies, moving my hand away from his lap. His fingers stay curled around my wrist, though, like he doesn’t intend on letting me off the hook for my bad behavior so easily.

“Why not?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“Because you’re injured and you need rest.”

I speak in a bratty voice on purpose to rile him up. “I can’t sleep without sex. Orgasms are the best sleep aid, you know.”

“Then I’ll eat your pussy, but I want you to take it easy,” he says, leaning forward like he’s going to get up.

Before he can stand up, I undo my seatbelt and jump onto his lap, pressing my entire body against him to keep him from standing. I know if he really wanted to, he’d be able to stand up anyway, but he sinks back down into his seat, letting out a sigh.

“I want you, right here, right now,” I whisper into his ear. “And this time, I want to be on top.”

“Stella, you really should get some rest,” he says, even as he raises his hips and presses himself into me. I know it feels good for him. I can tell by the huskiness of his voice and the way his cock is throbbing beneath me. He doesn’t want me to go anywhere, and he certainly doesn’t want me to rest.

Not until his cum is inside me, that is.

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, thrusting my breasts into his face as I bounce on his erection. It’s been days since I’ve been able to get off, and my body is desperate for the kind of pleasure only he can provide.

A hand, a vibrator, or even a mouth… Those things are not going to cut it. I need his swollen manhood inside of me, thrusting deep to reach that spot inside that will bring me straight to the most mind-shattering orgasm possible.

But as much as I’m greedy for the sweet release only he can provide, I want to tease him a little first. I want to torture him with how good it feels when I’m on top. I want him to know that even though he’s in charge, sometimes I get to press my foot into the accelerator and take us both for a trip.

Yuri already has his hands all over me, tearing at my shirt to get it off quickly. I lean back to help him, pulling it over my head as he undoes the front clasp on my bra. I shrug it off my shoulders, pressing my breasts into his face again.

He’s freshly shaved, but there’s still a bit of stubble scraping against my sensitive skin. I love the way it feels, contrasted with the soft warmth of his mouth as he sucks one of my nipples.

Rippling pleasure moves through my body, and I get goosebumps and shivers from the way his mouth feels on my naked skin. I’ve never had sex on a plane before, but I like being able to look out the window, sitting in a chair so high up that nobody can see us.

The sun falls across Yuri’s lap, illuminating the zipper on my jean shorts as I undo the button. Underneath, I have a simple pair of white cotton panties on, but that sort of thing drives Yuri absolutely wild.

It’s funny that we get so dressed up in fancy things, only to realize that our partner would prefer us in our plainest clothes. Something about being stripped down to the basics is appealing. It lets our true self shine without being overshadowed by all the things we think make us look more attractive.

Once again, my point is proven by the way Yuri yanks at my shorts, trying to get them down so he can see what I have on underneath. His eyes are wide with interest, focused on my body in the bright yellow sun as I undress for him.

It’s not so easy to get out of a pair of non-elastic shorts when you’re sitting on someone’s lap, but I manage to make it work without ruining the mood. I toss my shorts on the floor, returning my attention to Yuri as he grabs my hips and helps me grind on him.

Even through the fabric of his pants, I can feel the throb of his eagerness to get inside me. I want to unzip him and let the devil loose, but it also feels so good to just keep doing what I’m doing.

Maybe I’m selfish, but I want to cum first without even touching him, and then enjoy another orgasm once he’s inside me.

I close my eyes, arching my back and making sure Yuri has no choice but to keep sucking on my nipples. His tongue flicking against my skin sends radiating pleasure through my torso, adding to the intensity that’s building at my core.

Any moment now, I feel as though I could explode, but the tension keeps rising higher.

It almost feels impossible, like there’s no way that the rubber bands that hold me to reality could continue stretching, but they do. My body is screaming for release, completely tuned out to the noise around us when I finally reach the breaking point.

It’s sudden and strong, causing me to buckle forward in Yuri's lap and let out a visceral moan as I’m overtaken by the pleasure. Heavy waves roll through me, wiping my brain clean and resetting my body like it’s a phone going back to factory default.

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